<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:39:01.348-06:00</updated><category term='NARS orgasm nail polish konad stamper nails manicure'/><title type='text'>upside down and inside out</title><subtitle type='html'>suddenly you are a walking cliche. the sum total of every love song penned.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>350</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-5663831348197847418</id><published>2012-02-08T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T21:53:47.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to keep it under control...</title><content type='html'>I've been doing really well for the last couple weeks, and I'm finally feeling like I'm seeing progress.&amp;nbsp; But I came home to visit with my mom, brother and grandparents, and I feel like I'm being sabotaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Amma acting hurt because I had a glass of water with my lunch instead of milk.&amp;nbsp; She made a big thing about how she bought extra milk because I was coming, and I wasn't drinking it.&amp;nbsp; I'm trying to compromise here!&amp;nbsp; The white bread that my sandwich was made with was 130 calories a slice.&amp;nbsp; Each slice!&amp;nbsp; They only buy 2% milk and I'm used to 1% or skim. I feel kind of like one of those people I hated/made fun of in the past, but now that I'm finally feeling like my hard work is paying off, I don't want to sabotage it with a hundred glasses of milk and a few slices of white bread.&amp;nbsp; (Fun fact, the Kub Red River Whole Grain Rye we get at costco is only 59 cals a slice.&amp;nbsp; Less than half.&amp;nbsp; That's right.)&lt;br /&gt;I feel kind of douchey getting upset about this, but it's been tough, especially seeing scale movement after battling and feeling like I was getting nowhere.&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&amp;nbsp; What can you do...&lt;br /&gt;I'd kill to get a big spinach salad with tuna.&amp;nbsp; But that's not what we eat like here.&amp;nbsp; Ground beef and potatoes and gravy and a wee side of veggies is how supper goes at the grandparents house.&amp;nbsp; It's a bit of a difference.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I go home tomorrow and it'll be fine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I can stay sane.&lt;br /&gt;And stay away from the mini cream puffs from M&amp;amp;M Meats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-5663831348197847418?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/5663831348197847418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=5663831348197847418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/5663831348197847418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/5663831348197847418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2012/02/trying-to-keep-it-under-control.html' title='Trying to keep it under control...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-8460631105527161787</id><published>2012-02-02T15:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T07:11:40.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Realizations...</title><content type='html'>Even though I've been using my MyFitnessPal app to count calories etc, I haven't really been keeping as much of an eye on that as I should have. &amp;nbsp;Today I had a super filling breakfast, a lunch that was delicious, and I feel confident that I'm going to be full till supper easy. &amp;nbsp;I know you're supposed to eat 5-6 small meals, but I'm content starting with eating 3 good meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breakfast was homemade muesli (a delicious mess of rolled oats and spelt, toasted wheat germ, wheat and spelt bran, rasins, currants, dried cranberries, walnuts, sliced almonds, sliced filberts, and ground flaxseed) that was soaked overnight in (no sugar added) apple juice. &amp;nbsp;Using juice makes for waaaaaaayyyyyy yummier muesli than milk or yogurt, in my opinion. &amp;nbsp;I had 1/2 cup of that mixed with 2tbsp of peanut butter and 1/2 scoop of chocolate protein powder. &amp;nbsp;Next time I think I'll use non-fat vanilla greek yogurt instead of peanut butter, it was a little too gluey. &amp;nbsp;But oh my stars, was it ever delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch I had 50g of chopped spinach and 1/2 can of tuna dressed with a little olive oil, balsamic vinegar and seasonings and a side of 1/2 cup of quinoa (who decided it was pronounced keen-wa? confuses the crap outta me!) that I threw a little soy sauce and pepper in. &amp;nbsp;I was originally gonna mix it all together, but I had 10 minutes while the quinoa was cooking and I ate my spinach and tuna. &amp;nbsp;I was hungry, I had just worked out!&lt;br /&gt;And I drank my tea that I made this morning and then forgot about. &amp;nbsp;Before working out I threw it in the fridge. &amp;nbsp;Boom, iced tea. &amp;nbsp;(Tetley Earl Grey Vanilla; it tastes like a London Fog without any calories!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hardcore quinoa convert. &amp;nbsp;Not quite the same starchy satisfaction as good ol' white basmati rice, but still pretty darn close, and delicious to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what I'm gonna do for supper, but I'm thinking something along the lines of chicken and broccoli. &amp;nbsp;Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My calorie goal on MyFitnessPal is set at 1200 cals, that's for 2 pounds a week loss, not counting exercise. &amp;nbsp;If I do my TurboFire, I can put it in and it says I earned x number of calories. &amp;nbsp;I'm unsure about that though, because after some fiddling with a Basal Metabolic Rate Calculator, I'm wondering if that's too low for any weight loss? &amp;nbsp;Hmmmm, more research is needed! &amp;nbsp;Thank goodness for message boards! Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for weight and measurement tracking, make sure for measurements that you are measuring at the same point each time. &amp;nbsp;No sense in measuring your thigh if you measure right up by your crotch one time and down by your knee the next. &lt;br /&gt;For weight, always weigh yourself at the same time of the day wearing the same kind of clothing. &amp;nbsp;If you weigh yourself in your underwear before breakfast on Monday and fully dressed after supper on Tuesday, you are going to feel like a pile of crap because you are probably weighing in at 5lbs heavier at least. &amp;nbsp;Did you know that a pair of jeans weighs around.2 pounds? I found that out while I was working at LA Weightloss. &amp;nbsp;Someone brought it up, and a client was like "Let's find out!" and whipped off her pants and threw them on the scale. &amp;nbsp;Sure enough, something like 1.8 pounds. &amp;nbsp;I weighed myself wearing my sweatpants and after taking off my sweatpants yesterday, and it was 178.4lbs vs 177.4lbs. A pound of sweatpants! &amp;nbsp;(Sidenote, 5 pounds down!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;That's why on The Biggest Loser they are always wearing the same shorts and top. &amp;nbsp;To get accurate measurements.&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-8460631105527161787?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/8460631105527161787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=8460631105527161787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/8460631105527161787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/8460631105527161787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2012/02/realizations.html' title='Realizations...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-7917333140180974262</id><published>2012-01-29T23:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T16:31:34.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the best week...</title><content type='html'>I've kinda been slackin'.&lt;br /&gt;Missed about half my workouts in the last week. Days when I put off working out till Devin gets home, we usually end up snuggling after dinner, and don't get around to working out. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days when I work out in the morning, I feel great and think to myself "Why don't I do this more often?"&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy it and need to find the drive to do it in the evenings if I don't first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;I did my 1 month measurements, lost an inch in my hips, waist and half an inch in my bust. &amp;nbsp;Not lots, but small is better than none. &amp;nbsp;Scale hasn't gone anywhere, but it's no big. &amp;nbsp;Inches are more important than pounds anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Focus for month two is cracking down on eating better. &amp;nbsp;Followed closely by cracking down on my workouts.&lt;br /&gt;I feel good, however, that I've seen a little bit of inch loss in the first month. &amp;nbsp;Makes me excited to continue and see it through.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also excited to try P90x afterwards, I like the idea of being able to do pushups. &amp;nbsp;Considering I can currently do about 1.5 with good form.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you kids later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-7917333140180974262?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/7917333140180974262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=7917333140180974262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/7917333140180974262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/7917333140180974262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2012/01/not-best-week.html' title='Not the best week...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-3402471492148963151</id><published>2012-01-15T17:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T16:33:36.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooooorrrrreeeee...</title><content type='html'>My shoulders are sore. &amp;nbsp;Went a little too hard at hot yoga methinks. &amp;nbsp;But I love it just the same. &amp;nbsp;And on my last trip to Superstore, I discovered they have hot yoga towels for $25. &amp;nbsp;Just like Yogi-Toes towels but 1/2 the price. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a little out of whack with my workouts this week, but I busted out a Fire 45 and Sculpt 30 today. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't like Fire 45 the first time I tried it, but the second time around it was 100x better. &amp;nbsp;Easier to follow, and all around more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;Although I skipped most of the shoulder related stuff in the Sculpt 30.&lt;br /&gt;Too sore.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to push too hard.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do more cardio tonight with Devin. &amp;nbsp;Little bit of overload today, but I missed a couple this week. &amp;nbsp;And I feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-3402471492148963151?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/3402471492148963151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=3402471492148963151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3402471492148963151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3402471492148963151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2012/01/sooooorrrrreeeee.html' title='Sooooorrrrreeeee...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-6825830762920383397</id><published>2012-01-06T20:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T16:33:45.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 posts in 2 days?!</title><content type='html'>What's this world coming to!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah was busy tonight, so instead of heading out to hot yoga at Moksha for the 75 min Karma class, I just did the scheduled TurboFire workout which was Fire55EZ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The EZ is so entirely misleading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still an intense and hard workout. &amp;nbsp;I look forward to being able to do all reps of every combo. &amp;nbsp;This (first) time through it was nearly impossible for me to do a whole combo for all the reps. &amp;nbsp;Around the third-second last, I'd miss every other move or just stop for a drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it wasn't on the schedule (and never is for the 55 min class, stupid) I did the 10 minute stretch too. &amp;nbsp;I've realized why my sides have been sore after every workout though. &amp;nbsp;There is little-no side stretching. &amp;nbsp;Which seems crazy to me, because it's a dance/aerobic/kickboxing hybrid. &amp;nbsp;Which means lots of twisting and cross punches, and jab-punch-cross-hook-uppercut type things. &amp;nbsp;So your sides definitely get a workout. &amp;nbsp;So I definitely modified and kept stretching for another 5-10 min after the video was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my day. &amp;nbsp;Tomorrow is a quick Fire30, Stretch10 and then a Ukrainian Christmas Extravaganza with Sarah, Seth, Devin and Bea. Wowee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-6825830762920383397?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/6825830762920383397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=6825830762920383397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/6825830762920383397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/6825830762920383397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-posts-in-2-days.html' title='2 posts in 2 days?!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-4391718445075388377</id><published>2012-01-05T00:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T16:34:03.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>of the New Year. &amp;nbsp;I've been very very slack on the eating right, it's hard when your day is incredibly un-structured, and you're trying to catch up with all the friends that are home from out of province, and 'catching up' usually means going for coffee or lunch. &amp;nbsp;And 'coffee' usually means Starbucks, where a 'coffee' tends to mean 250 calorie, 16oz drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;However, I have been sticking to my workout schedule, for the most part. &amp;nbsp;Even though it's only been 4 days and 2 workouts. &amp;nbsp;The workout schedule that comes with TurboFire starts on a Monday. &amp;nbsp;So on Monday, Jan. 2, 2012, I started, with the Fire30 class. &amp;nbsp;On the schedule for Tues. was HIIT15, however I left the house at 10am and didn't get home till almost 10:30pm, so I elected not to work out. Instead, I did my HIIT15 first thing when I work up this morning. &amp;nbsp;Wednesdays are designated 'Break' days, so I just decided it'd get switched with Tuesday this week.&lt;br /&gt;TurboFire is ridiculous. &amp;nbsp;So high energy, takes a lot out of you, in a good way. &amp;nbsp;But, it's also pretty fun, I'm thinking it might be an easy one to stick with. &amp;nbsp;Here goes nothin'.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how easy it is to stick to when I'm back at work, but I have high hopes. &lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-4391718445075388377?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/4391718445075388377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=4391718445075388377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4391718445075388377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4391718445075388377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-230382102596537514</id><published>2011-12-18T18:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T16:34:11.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A week till Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Holy crap I'm bad at this "getting back on the wagon" thing! &amp;nbsp;Lol! Only a week left till Christmas, and I still have 3.5 days of work left! &amp;nbsp;Crazy! &amp;nbsp;I never would have guessed that I'd be working this late in December!&lt;br /&gt;And we start back up Jan 4, unless we get a crazy cold snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to commit to getting into shape for the new year. &amp;nbsp;Not really a resolution, cause I've never followed through on a resolution that I've made, not really.&lt;br /&gt;I've downloaded (cause let's face it, I don't have $200+ to spend on workout DVDs) the TurboFire, Insanity and Brazil Butt Lift programs from Beachbody. &amp;nbsp;They are, respectively, 4 month, 2 month, and 1 month programs, they tell you which of the programs to do each day, how often, etc etc. &amp;nbsp;So Devin and I have decided that we're going to try to tackle this together. &amp;nbsp;Having someone to do it with is, I think, going to make a big difference. &amp;nbsp;Having someone else to help motivate, keep you accountable, and commiserate with will help a lot. &lt;br /&gt;I think we're going to do TurboFire first, and then in the month after, I'm going to do Brazil Butt Lift and Devin is going to go back to the gym and 'get pumped up' cause he likes being a beefcake. &amp;nbsp;Not that I'm complaining. &amp;nbsp;Except when his biceps get all beefy it hurts my ear to try to snuggle. Lol! Oh well. &amp;nbsp;We all have to make sacrifices I guess. &amp;nbsp;And then depending on how we feel, we're going to try Insanity. &amp;nbsp;From what I've read about Insanity, it really is insane, and I feel intimidated thinking about tackling it and that's still 5 months down the road. &lt;br /&gt;But I'll be updating on here, my tentative goal is to go from my current 179 lbs, down to somewhere around 160 lbs, but that's not set in stone, cause I'm not sure how my fat loss-muscle build ratio will affect that, basically I just want to commit to it and complete it, get healthier, and (superficial reason time) be bikini ready for the summer season. &lt;br /&gt;We've already started trying to turn our eating habits around, more veggies and taking homemade lunches to work, loosely tracking calories and trying to make smarter choices. &amp;nbsp;We might try lower carb eventually, but it's a very needed food energy source, especially for Devin, working outdoors in the winter. &lt;br /&gt;So that's where I'm at. &lt;br /&gt;Whee!&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-230382102596537514?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/230382102596537514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=230382102596537514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/230382102596537514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/230382102596537514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2011/12/week-till-christmas.html' title='A week till Christmas!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-5505046549892339928</id><published>2011-11-20T00:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T00:44:10.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so bad at this...</title><content type='html'>It has been entirely too long, but after seeing the lovely Janna Faye's updated blog, I've decided to try changing my blog around a bit to get back into posting. &amp;nbsp;I also want to start doing some nail, hair and makeup related stuff on my other blog, Glitter and Sweatervests. &amp;nbsp;But I used to blog so often, and now it's so rare, and I don't think I like that. &amp;nbsp;I'm going to start with trying for a minimum of a post a week. &amp;nbsp;I think that sounds completely reasonable. And that will be my jumping off point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-5505046549892339928?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/5505046549892339928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=5505046549892339928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/5505046549892339928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/5505046549892339928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-so-bad-at-this.html' title='I&apos;m so bad at this...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-3749060791455198618</id><published>2011-04-20T20:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T20:24:18.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strip Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;La la la la la la &lt;br /&gt;Everyday I fight for &lt;br /&gt;All my future somethings &lt;br /&gt;A thousand little wars &lt;br /&gt;I have to choose between &lt;br /&gt;I could spend a lifetime &lt;br /&gt;Earning things that I don't need &lt;br /&gt;But that's like chasing rainbows &lt;br /&gt;And coming home empty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you strip me, &lt;br /&gt;Strip it all away &lt;br /&gt;If you strip me, &lt;br /&gt;What would you find &lt;br /&gt;If you strip me, &lt;br /&gt;Strip it all away &lt;br /&gt;Ill be alright &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take what you want &lt;br /&gt;Steal my pride &lt;br /&gt;Build me up &lt;br /&gt;Or cut me down to size &lt;br /&gt;Shut me out &lt;br /&gt;But I'll just scream &lt;br /&gt;Im only one voice in a million &lt;br /&gt;but you aint taking that from me &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh no you aint taking that from me x 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont need a microphone, yeah, &lt;br /&gt;To say what I been thinking &lt;br /&gt;My heart is like a loudspeaker &lt;br /&gt;Thats always on eleven &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you strip me, &lt;br /&gt;Strip it all away &lt;br /&gt;If you strip me, &lt;br /&gt;What would you find &lt;br /&gt;If you strip me, &lt;br /&gt;Strip it all away &lt;br /&gt;I'm still the same &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take what you want &lt;br /&gt;Steal my pride &lt;br /&gt;Build me up &lt;br /&gt;Or cut me down to size &lt;br /&gt;Shut me out &lt;br /&gt;But I'll just scream &lt;br /&gt;Im only one voice in a million &lt;br /&gt;but you aint taking that from me &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh no you aint taking that from me x 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cuz when it all boils down &lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day &lt;br /&gt;It's what you do and say &lt;br /&gt;That makes you who you are &lt;br /&gt;Makes you think about it, &lt;br /&gt;Think about it &lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all it takes is one voice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take what you want &lt;br /&gt;Steal my pride &lt;br /&gt;Build me up &lt;br /&gt;Or cut me down to size &lt;br /&gt;Shut me out &lt;br /&gt;But I'll just scream &lt;br /&gt;Im only one voice in a million &lt;br /&gt;but you aint taking that from me &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh no you aint taking that from me x 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="300" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vnhDIGTldho" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-3749060791455198618?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/3749060791455198618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=3749060791455198618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3749060791455198618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3749060791455198618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2011/04/strip-me.html' title='Strip Me'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vnhDIGTldho/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-3259928672637390094</id><published>2011-02-14T11:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T11:55:05.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I'm talking about....</title><content type='html'>With my country music phase...&lt;div&gt;Chorus from "Let It Go" by Zac Brown Band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You keep your heart above your head and your eyes wide open&lt;br /&gt;So this world can't find a way to leave you cold&lt;br /&gt;And know you're not the only ship out on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Save your strength for things that you can change&lt;br /&gt;Forgive the ones you can't&lt;br /&gt;You gotta let it go"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-3259928672637390094?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/3259928672637390094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=3259928672637390094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3259928672637390094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3259928672637390094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-is-what-im-talking-about.html' title='This is what I&apos;m talking about....'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-5222269099459568265</id><published>2011-02-03T14:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:20:18.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well well well.....</title><content type='html'>So it was brought to my attention yesterday that I haven't updated this in a really really really long time.  Truth be told, I hadn't realized it had been nearly this long since I posted.  It's been a pretty un-eventful time. &lt;div&gt;I've been very into country music lately.  Don't know why.  It's just less Ke$ha type "meet me in the back/with the Jack and the jukebox" and more Shane Yellowbird "It's like bare feet on the blacktop/in the middle of July hot"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Iv-FWQmNscM?rel=0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just suits me better right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-5222269099459568265?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/5222269099459568265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=5222269099459568265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/5222269099459568265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/5222269099459568265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-well-well.html' title='Well well well.....'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Iv-FWQmNscM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-1417291785017246720</id><published>2010-09-24T00:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:30:23.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gnarls Barkley, in a letter to Lester Bangs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;"You are the best. You are the worst. You are average. Your love is a part of you. You try to give it away because you cannot bear its radiance, but you cannot separate it from yourself. To understand your fellow humans, you must understand why you give them your love. You must realize that hate is but a crime-ridden subdivision of love. You must reclaim what you never lost. You must take leave of your sanity, and yet be fully responsible for your actions." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-1417291785017246720?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/1417291785017246720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=1417291785017246720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/1417291785017246720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/1417291785017246720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/09/gnarls-barkley-in-letter-to-lester.html' title='Gnarls Barkley, in a letter to Lester Bangs'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-6294722695098393399</id><published>2010-07-20T23:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:20:16.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Yours - The Script</title><content type='html'>I've officially found my wedding song.  All I'm missing is somebody to marry.  No big.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aoQ8pbtC5d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aoQ8pbtC5d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-6294722695098393399?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/6294722695098393399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=6294722695098393399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/6294722695098393399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/6294722695098393399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-yours-script.html' title='I&apos;m Yours - The Script'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-6140840474429724431</id><published>2010-06-18T11:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T12:23:29.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, here's a bunch of quotes that I found and liked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Erich Fromm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“To spare oneself from grief at all cost can be achieved only at the price of total detachment, which excludes the ability to experience happiness”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Erich Fromm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Washington Irving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“If I never met you, I wouldn't like you. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't love you. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't miss you. But I did, I do, and I will.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“You may not love me today, tomorrow, or ever, but I will love you until it kills me, and, even then, you'll be in my heart.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jules Renard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zelda Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“True love doesn't have a happy ending, because true love never ends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“The difference between friendship and love is how much you can hurt each other”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ashleigh Brilliant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Marcel Pagnol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“Your heart is my piñata.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chuck Palahniuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“It is better to lose your pride with someone you love rather than to lose that someone you love with your useless pride.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-6140840474429724431?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/6140840474429724431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=6140840474429724431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/6140840474429724431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/6140840474429724431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/06/whee.html' title='Whee!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-390096167008941766</id><published>2010-06-08T23:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:58:51.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Madly in love...</title><content type='html'>With Romeo and Juliet by Dire Straits.  Or the cover by the Killers.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooooooo good.  So good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;A lovestruck romeo sings the streets a serenade&lt;br /&gt;Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made&lt;br /&gt;Finds a streetlight steps out of the shade&lt;br /&gt;Says something like you and me babe how about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says hey it's romeo you nearly gave me a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;He's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back&lt;br /&gt;You shoudn't come around here singing up at people like that&lt;br /&gt;Anyway what you gonna do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet, the dice were loaded from the start&lt;br /&gt;And I bet and you exploded in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I forget I forget the movie song&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong juliet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come up on different streets they both were streets of shame&lt;br /&gt;Both dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the same&lt;br /&gt;And I dream your dream for you and now your dream is real&lt;br /&gt;How can you look at me as I was just another one of your deals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold&lt;br /&gt;You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold&lt;br /&gt;You promised me everything you promised me thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;Now you just say oh romeo yeah you know I used to have a scene with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet when we made love you used to cry&lt;br /&gt;You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die&lt;br /&gt;There's a place for us you know the movie song&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be&lt;br /&gt;All I do is keep the beat the bad company&lt;br /&gt;All I do is kiss you through the bars of Orion&lt;br /&gt;Julie I'd do the stars with you any time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet when we made love you used to cry&lt;br /&gt;You said I love you like the stars above Ill love you till I die&lt;br /&gt;There's a place for us you know the movie song&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovestruck romeo sings the streets a serenade&lt;br /&gt;Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made&lt;br /&gt;Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade&lt;br /&gt;Says something like you and me babe how about it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-390096167008941766?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/390096167008941766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=390096167008941766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/390096167008941766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/390096167008941766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/06/madly-in-love.html' title='Madly in love...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-1346738367937360721</id><published>2010-04-27T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:40:25.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Eddie Money...Take Me Home Tonight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;I feel hungry, it's a hunger&lt;br /&gt;That tries to keep a man awake at night&lt;br /&gt;Are you the answer I shouldn't wonder&lt;br /&gt;When I can feel you whet my appetite&lt;br /&gt;With all the power you're releasing&lt;br /&gt;It isn't safe to walk the city streets alone&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation's running through me&lt;br /&gt;Let's find the keys and turn the engine on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you breathe&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your heart beat faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me home tonight&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to let you go till you see the light&lt;br /&gt;Take me home tonight&lt;br /&gt;Listen honey&lt;br /&gt;Just like Ronnie sang&lt;br /&gt;Be my little baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get frightened in all this darkness&lt;br /&gt;I get nightmares, I hate to sleep alone&lt;br /&gt;I need some company a guardian angel&lt;br /&gt;To keep me warm when the cold winds blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you breathe&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your heart beat faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me home tonight&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to let you go till you see the light&lt;br /&gt;Take me home tonight&lt;br /&gt;Listen honey&lt;br /&gt;Just like Ronnie sang&lt;br /&gt;Be my little baby&lt;br /&gt;Be my little baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Ronnie sang&lt;br /&gt;Just like Ronnie sang&lt;br /&gt;Be my little baby&lt;br /&gt;Be my darling&lt;br /&gt;I feel a hunger&lt;br /&gt;It's a hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-1346738367937360721?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/1346738367937360721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=1346738367937360721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/1346738367937360721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/1346738367937360721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-eddie-moneytake-me-home-tonight.html' title='Oh Eddie Money...Take Me Home Tonight...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-9165147903458823579</id><published>2010-04-25T01:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T01:24:20.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst day of my life...</title><content type='html'>So tonight has been absolute shit.  No word of a lie.  It started out pretty good, Sarah was over and we were all sitting around, talking and laughing and making fun of each other, telling stories about stupid things we've all done.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I laughed really hard, and you know how sometimes when you're sitting on the floor, and you laugh really hard, you kind of fall over?  Yeah, my face landed on Karmyn's glass.  So I have a bruise on my cheek and a chipped friggin tooth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody says "Oh, you can barely notice it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Everybody being Scott, Karmyn and Sarah.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WELL *I* CAN FREAKING NOTICE IT!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I close my mouth, I can feel the rough edge of my one tooth rub against the inside of my lower lip.  It's also rubbing against my tongue; I can feel a mother of a canker sore coming on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also not had a good cry for months.  So guess what happened tonight, stemming from my chipped tooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you guess a long, hard, terrible cry that culminated in a call to my mommy at quarter to midnight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you did, you were right!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never had a chipped tooth before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus my teeth are one of the things about myself that I'm the most self conscious about.  Never mind that, they're one of the things about myself that I'm downright insecure about.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRAG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm broke, I have no dental coverage, and I have a tooth that, while not noticeable by anyone else, is THERE and irritating, and apparently exists only to make me feel like crap about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus whenever Karmyn, Sarah or Scott tried to give me a hug or talk to me to make me feel better, it just resulted in me crying more.  Great.  Just great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-9165147903458823579?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/9165147903458823579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=9165147903458823579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/9165147903458823579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/9165147903458823579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/04/worst-day-of-my-life.html' title='Worst day of my life...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-446975523973010639</id><published>2010-04-01T00:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:52:03.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>Super depressing song actually, but it's super intense and quite pretty at the same time...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't Stop Now by Emmy Rossum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Follow you close, four steps behind &lt;br /&gt;Part of me knew all of this time &lt;br /&gt;Pushed it down deep, kept it so small &lt;br /&gt;To help me keep these fragile walls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From crashing down around my feet &lt;br /&gt;Don't make a sound, just let you be &lt;br /&gt;Lost in her face, can't turn away &lt;br /&gt;This final blow helps me let go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop now, I need this to hurt&lt;br /&gt;Burn it into my mind&lt;br /&gt;No more second guessing anymore &lt;br /&gt;This is how it ends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't stop now, get my head on straight &lt;br /&gt;And if seeing this is what it takes &lt;br /&gt;Please don't stop it now &lt;br /&gt;This will be the last time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This darkened street you go to hide &lt;br /&gt;Illuminates you are not mine &lt;br /&gt;These tears run cold, my body numb &lt;br /&gt;I am not whole, what have you done &lt;br /&gt;It all makes sense the disconnect &lt;br /&gt;Too many words we left unsaid &lt;br /&gt;But still I stare, frozen here &lt;br /&gt;Until the curtains close &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop now, I need this to hurt &lt;br /&gt;Burn it into my mind&lt;br /&gt;No more second guessing anymore &lt;br /&gt;This is how it ends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't stop now, get my head on straight &lt;br /&gt;And if seeing this is what it takes &lt;br /&gt;Please don't stop it now &lt;br /&gt;This will be the last time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't stop now&lt;br /&gt;I need to see this through until this final bow &lt;br /&gt;Illusions gone, the show is done&lt;br /&gt;So don't stop now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow you close, four steps behind &lt;br /&gt;Part of me knew, you were not mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't stop now, I need this to hurt &lt;br /&gt;Burn it into my mind&lt;br /&gt;No more second guessing anymore &lt;br /&gt;This is how it ends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't stop now, get my head on straight &lt;br /&gt;And if seeing this is what it takes &lt;br /&gt;Please don't stop it now &lt;br /&gt;Let this be the last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't stop now&lt;br /&gt;I need to see this through until this final bow &lt;br /&gt;Illusions gone, the show is done&lt;br /&gt;So don't stop now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-446975523973010639?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/446975523973010639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=446975523973010639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/446975523973010639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/446975523973010639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/04/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-8068939261262704299</id><published>2010-03-25T06:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T06:56:45.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O hai 6:45am...</title><content type='html'>I haven't slept yet...I'm working on my formal lab that is due in 11.75 hours.  Plus I have to take a break around 10 or so to go to the gym with Sarah...(she and I haven't gone together since...August?)  Bahaha, going to the gym on no sleep?  This will be entertaining.  Slash healthy.  &lt;div&gt;Note the sarcasm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bright side, as I calculate things, and type things, and put things into pretty tables that are full of lots of decimals and Greek letters, I generally have a moderate-good grasp of what I'm doing.  Which is encouraging.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I'm just waiting for my lovely roommate to wake up and go to work, so that I can open my door, and turn my overhead light back on and generally stop pretending that I'm actually sleeping.  Other roommate won't care.  She'll just go about her business. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course now that I've decided all this, I have to pee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose around 1 or so I'll have a nap...maybe...ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to equilibrium concentrations I go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-8068939261262704299?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/8068939261262704299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=8068939261262704299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/8068939261262704299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/8068939261262704299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-hai-645am.html' title='O hai 6:45am...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-813353146566022643</id><published>2010-03-19T02:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T02:34:30.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of The Blue Colour Of The Sky</title><content type='html'>So OK Go's new album pretty much rocks my socks.&lt;br /&gt;Musically, it sounds like MGMT and Prince had a baby, and that baby travelled back to the 80's.  In the best possible sense.&lt;br /&gt;Lyrically, it is beautiful.  Like, I can't even handle it.  So good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So won�'t you, so won'�t you talk to me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; It�'s time to decide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; �Cause no one'�s gonna save you if you don�t swim for the boat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; No one�'s gonna save you if you won�t take the rope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; No one'�s gonna find you when you'�re hiding in the dark. No one�'s gonna find you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it.&lt;br /&gt;Go buy it or download it or whatever you do to get new awesome music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;In the dream you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Someone different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; You and everyone else all at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; You were beautiful, you were beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; In the dream you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Just like you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-813353146566022643?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/813353146566022643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=813353146566022643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/813353146566022643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/813353146566022643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-blue-colour-of-sky.html' title='Of The Blue Colour Of The Sky'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-2741737583476305111</id><published>2010-03-19T00:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:37:38.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Needing/Getting by OK Go</title><content type='html'>I've been waiting for months, waiting for years, waiting for you to change.&lt;br /&gt;Aw, but there ain�'t much that's dumber, there ain'�t much that�s dumber&lt;br /&gt;than pinning your hopes on a change in another.&lt;br /&gt;And I, yeah I still need you, but what good's that gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;Needing is one thing, and getting- getting'�s another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I been sitting around, wasting my time, wondering what you been doing.&lt;br /&gt;Aw, and it ain�'t real forgiving, it ain'�t real forgiving, sitting here picturing someone else living.&lt;br /&gt;And I, yeah I still need you, but what good's that gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;Needing is one thing, and getting- getting's another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hoping for months, hoping for years, hoping I might forget.&lt;br /&gt;Aw, but it don't get much dumber, it don't get much dumber&lt;br /&gt;than trying to forget a girl when you love her.&lt;br /&gt;And I, yeah I still need you, but what good's that gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;Needing is one thing, and getting- getting's another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When? When? Why not now? Why not me? Why not me?         &lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-2741737583476305111?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/2741737583476305111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=2741737583476305111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/2741737583476305111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/2741737583476305111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/03/needinggetting-by-ok-go.html' title='Needing/Getting by OK Go'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-8029923268185147120</id><published>2010-03-10T02:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T02:03:47.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Never thought I'd say this...</title><content type='html'>I hate spring.&lt;br /&gt;I get moody and depressed and unmotivated and generally all around apathetic.&lt;br /&gt;I hate school.&lt;br /&gt;I hate not having a job.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being so negative.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I just said I hate being negative.  Cause really, that's a contradiction of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;I hate contradicting myself. &lt;br /&gt;Especially when it's all in one 5 word sentence.&lt;br /&gt;I hate always feeling so uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I always second guess myself.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I over-think things to the point that I'm not even sure what my actual opinion is anymore cause I play my own devil's advocate.&lt;br /&gt;RAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-8029923268185147120?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/8029923268185147120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=8029923268185147120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/8029923268185147120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/8029923268185147120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-thought-id-say-this.html' title='Never thought I&apos;d say this...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-5165737003099053538</id><published>2010-02-25T03:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T03:20:05.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nude nail polish...</title><content type='html'>is kinda creepy, now that I'm used to wearing super bright colours with Konad prints over them...&lt;br /&gt;this colour in particular is quite close to my skin colour, and as an experiment, I put matte top coat over them...and now they look like skin.  It's like I'm that guy from Silence of the Lambs, but less stabby-killing-murdering-"Put the lotion in the basket" craziness. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cameroid.com/i/2RGRR-A1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://cameroid.com/i/2RGRR-A1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-5165737003099053538?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/5165737003099053538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=5165737003099053538' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/5165737003099053538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/5165737003099053538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/02/nude-nail-polish.html' title='Nude nail polish...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-7270723220750184326</id><published>2010-02-24T18:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:58:47.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffer Solutions...</title><content type='html'>In class again, with various bits of acid-base properties going rightover my head.  I think I finally hav to admit defeat and go to the tutoring center and get someone to explain this to me.  I'm officially in the apathetic, lethargic state that I enter just about every February, and I'm trying to get past it and triumph!&lt;br /&gt;It's hard, because right now I don't have much of a job.  I've gotten 0 calls from places I dropped resume's at.  I've worked 1 shift at the care center in the last week and a half.  I have no money and the rent is due at the start of next week.  I'm entirely certain that somehow, through the Bay, I'm going to get shafted on my income tax.  I have to deal with the whole Bay kerfuffle, which I don't believe I've ever really gotten into here.  Long story short, I was fired for an infraction that should have been minor and resulted in a warning.  I was belittled and accused of all kinds of things by them, and so were 4 other girls.  So we have all filed complaints with Human Rights based on age discrimination.  Who knows where this will end up.&lt;br /&gt;And then on top of all of that, I am trying to re-take a class that I failed last year (which is a confidence booster, let me tell you!) and I'm not understanding the same things all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get coffee on my break.  Even though I probably can't afford it.  Screw it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-7270723220750184326?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/7270723220750184326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=7270723220750184326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/7270723220750184326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/7270723220750184326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/02/buffer-solutions.html' title='Buffer Solutions...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-4661954816126563491</id><published>2010-02-23T00:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:14:43.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>iHoop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/S4NyMABEraI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hC918BVn0Pk/s1600-h/take+one+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/S4NyMABEraI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hC918BVn0Pk/s400/take+one+087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441318325282188706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the warm.&lt;br /&gt;And the sun.&lt;br /&gt;And not needing multiple layers to go outdoors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-4661954816126563491?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/4661954816126563491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=4661954816126563491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4661954816126563491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4661954816126563491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/02/ihoop.html' title='iHoop'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/S4NyMABEraI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hC918BVn0Pk/s72-c/take+one+087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-3547366816182059237</id><published>2010-02-08T15:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T15:21:59.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooo....</title><content type='html'>Feeling an intense onion ring craving.&lt;br /&gt;Not thick cut like A&amp;amp;W.&lt;br /&gt;I'm talkin' old school thin cut SL rink onion rings. &lt;br /&gt;Preferably actually from a rink or arena of some kind, I think the smell of wet cement balances the crispiness and sweetness of the onion ring perfectly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-3547366816182059237?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/3547366816182059237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=3547366816182059237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3547366816182059237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3547366816182059237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/02/sooo.html' title='Sooo....'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-5863252932442144412</id><published>2010-01-29T02:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T03:42:02.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Desert Island</title><content type='html'>So I'm currently making a list of songs that would be on the mixtape/cd that would come with me if I was stranded on a desert island.  Granted it's currently over 70 songs, so I guess it would have to be on a few cds.  But the general concept is grasped, yes?&lt;br /&gt;These are songs that I wouldn't mind listening to over and over, for the rest of my life, cause they are simply that awesome. &lt;br /&gt;I can't even explain why I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; some of them so much.  It's that indescribable feeling when a song's awesomeness reaches in through your ears and grabs onto your duodenum and ties it in a knot.  Okay, I guess I just described it better than I thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.  Here are some highlights.  It is going to change in the future; songs will be added and songs will be pruned.  That's just how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on Broken Glass - Annie Lennox&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Quit Her - Blood, Sweat &amp;amp; Tears&lt;br /&gt;You Used To Hold Me - Calvin Harris&lt;br /&gt;The River - David Usher&lt;br /&gt;Cliffs of Dover - Eric Johnson&lt;br /&gt;Callin' Baton Rouge - Garth Brooks&lt;br /&gt;Georgia - Hanson&lt;br /&gt;Machine - Josh Groban w/ Herbie Hancock&lt;br /&gt;Ice Dogs - Man Man&lt;br /&gt;Never Again - The Midway State&lt;br /&gt;Her Morning Elegance - Oren Lavie&lt;br /&gt;The Fixer - Pearl Jam&lt;br /&gt;Fear - Sarah McLachlan&lt;br /&gt;The Con - Tegan &amp;amp; Sara&lt;br /&gt;Miss You - Trentemoller&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Fried - Zac Brown Band&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-5863252932442144412?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/5863252932442144412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=5863252932442144412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/5863252932442144412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/5863252932442144412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/01/operation-desert-island.html' title='Operation Desert Island'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-3922517298632682546</id><published>2010-01-26T01:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T02:01:29.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Admit It!!!</title><content type='html'>by Say Anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance&lt;br /&gt;That vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs&lt;br /&gt;You know nothing about art or sex&lt;br /&gt;That you couldn'�t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine&lt;br /&gt;Prototypical non-conformist&lt;br /&gt;You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo&lt;br /&gt;You adhere to a set of standards and tastes&lt;br /&gt;That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit)&lt;br /&gt;Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art&lt;br /&gt;Go analog baby, you�re so post-modern&lt;br /&gt;You�re diving face forward into a antiquated path&lt;br /&gt;It�s disgusting, its offensive don�t stick your nose up at me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself&lt;br /&gt;Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends&lt;br /&gt;Pontificating to each other forever competing for that one moment of self aggrandizing glory&lt;br /&gt;In which you hog the intellectual spotlight&lt;br /&gt;Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation&lt;br /&gt;Oh we�re not worthy when you walk by a group of quote unquote normal people&lt;br /&gt;You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff&lt;br /&gt;With the same superiority complex&lt;br /&gt;Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell&lt;br /&gt;And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma&lt;br /&gt;You spend every moment of your waking life bitching about&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself&lt;br /&gt;Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah&lt;br /&gt;And I say yeah, what do you have to say for yourself&lt;br /&gt;Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cause I�m proud of my life and the things that I have done&lt;br /&gt;Proud of myself and the loner I'�ve become&lt;br /&gt;You�re free to whine, it will not get you far&lt;br /&gt;I do just fine, my car and my guitar&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Proud of my life and the things that I have done&lt;br /&gt;Proud of myself and the loner I�'ve become&lt;br /&gt;You�re free to whine, it will not get you far&lt;br /&gt;I do just fine, my car and my guitar, yeah&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved&lt;br /&gt;I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled&lt;br /&gt;I worry about how this album will sell&lt;br /&gt;Because I believe that it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future&lt;br /&gt;I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a faker (admit it)&lt;br /&gt;You are a fraud (admit it)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you�re living a lie (yeah) living a lie (yeah) you�re life is living a lie&lt;br /&gt;You don�t impress me (admit it)&lt;br /&gt;You don�t intimidate me (admit it)&lt;br /&gt;Why don�t you bow down, get on the ground, walk this fucking plank&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself&lt;br /&gt;Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah&lt;br /&gt;And I say yeah&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I�m proud of my life and the things that I have done&lt;br /&gt;Proud of myself and the loner I�ve become&lt;br /&gt;You�re free to whine, it will not get you far&lt;br /&gt;I do just fine, my car and my guitar, guitar go!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm drift drift drift drifting yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm drift drift drift drifting yeah oh&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I am done with this&lt;br /&gt;I wanna taste the breeze of every great city&lt;br /&gt;My car and my guitar&lt;br /&gt;So you come to me, made of these, urgent unfulfilled&lt;br /&gt;Oh no no no no no&lt;br /&gt;I have when I'm dead I'll rest&lt;br /&gt;But that's away still&lt;br /&gt;When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest         &lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-3922517298632682546?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/3922517298632682546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=3922517298632682546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3922517298632682546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3922517298632682546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/01/admit-it.html' title='Admit It!!!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-6805839762599303406</id><published>2010-01-23T03:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T03:06:00.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah!</title><content type='html'>So Sarah and Brandon talked, and they're back together and figuring themselves out.&lt;br /&gt;So Sarah's happy, which means that I can be happy.  Oy.&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I painted my nails!  I was inspired by our lovely weather.  I was going to originally do orange with purple plaid, but that turned into a big pile of FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;So I did grey with sparkles and snowflakes.  Yay!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/S1q7qCLqlJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VYZoyGiMac8/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/S1q7qCLqlJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VYZoyGiMac8/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429858631563252882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why Blogger tends to rotate my pictures...Oh well.  I didn't do ANY cleanup, so it looks kinda messy...but it's 3am and now that these bad boys are dry, I'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-6805839762599303406?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/6805839762599303406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=6805839762599303406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/6805839762599303406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/6805839762599303406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/01/gah.html' title='Gah!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/S1q7qCLqlJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VYZoyGiMac8/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-7877337514047051872</id><published>2010-01-20T19:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:57:28.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha, guess where I am?</title><content type='html'>Well, if nothing else, class makes is easy for me to get a post in. &lt;br /&gt;Tho I think I'm going to NOT be bringing my computer to class anymore, cause it's heavy and I'm lazy.  Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Plus these last 2 weeks, I've had a re-scheduled lab thing on Wed afternoons, so I had about 2 hours of downtime between classes.  Which was made much more enjoyable by my computer, and good ol' Freecell.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also waiting to talk to Sarah after Brandon finally calls her, because he broke up with her in a text message and she's pretty much emotionally wrecked.&lt;br /&gt;Hell, she was still wrecked from the first Brandon.  We'll call him douchebag from now on.  Just to keep them straight.&lt;br /&gt;But the fact that she even let Brandon in after douchebag was a HUGE step.&lt;br /&gt;And before she fully let go of everything that happened with douchebag and she broke up with Brandon, he called me and emailed me and was so distraught about it, that I refuse to believe that he would all of the sudden text her that he didn't think it was working. &lt;br /&gt;He cried on the phone with me about how much he loved her and how he wanted to plan a life with her.  I don't understand why he would be so cold as to TEXT HER!&lt;br /&gt;You would think he would at least call, for Pete's sake!&lt;br /&gt;She was still broken from douchbag, and she was picking up pieces, gluing them back together, and she was doing SO well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so angry at him for dropping her like that, because she's still SO fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this turned into a much angrier post than it was originally.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I want to go to his house and slap him for treating her like this.  She's already messed up enough, she did not deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end rant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-7877337514047051872?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/7877337514047051872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=7877337514047051872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/7877337514047051872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/7877337514047051872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/01/haha-guess-where-i-am.html' title='Haha, guess where I am?'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-2886741773056204400</id><published>2010-01-18T23:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T00:02:47.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah!  Sad news!!!</title><content type='html'>So my holy grail of all soaps, Satin AntiMicrobial Theraputic Skin Cleanser, is under some kind of review or something, according to the company website, so NOWHERE has it in stock!!!&lt;br /&gt;That stuff got me through my cartilage piercings when they were being all pissy, and I used it for my tattoo and had ZERO problems.  I'm crying inside!&lt;br /&gt;I NEED this stuff!  I'm so close to running out.  I don't know what to do!&lt;br /&gt;*sniffle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I just found a medical supplies website that I can order a case of 12 8.5oz bottles for $130.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't need 12 bottles :( :(&lt;br /&gt;I have to find this stuff somehow!!!  Grrrr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-2886741773056204400?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/2886741773056204400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=2886741773056204400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/2886741773056204400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/2886741773056204400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/01/gah-sad-news.html' title='Gah!  Sad news!!!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-6094955853842776910</id><published>2010-01-13T18:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:05:59.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh posting from class...</title><content type='html'>In amongst learning how to calculate half lives of first order reactions, I am finding/making time to post!&lt;br /&gt;Joy!&lt;br /&gt;There's this one girl in class that keeps nodding whenever the prof is saying how to calculate something, and if he uses an example of what not to do, she starts shaking her head.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but it's bugging/amusing me.&lt;br /&gt;I really hate people who turn and glare if you make more noise than they would like.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, breathing is my addiction.  I can't live without it.  Try to make me go to rehab, I'll say NO NO NO!&lt;br /&gt;I'm mind blowing-ly glad I still have Karina's study notes from this class, they already have all these formula's organized.  Now I just have to get used to using them.&lt;br /&gt;I've been putting half&amp;amp;half in my coffee today.  My heart hurts.  I better stop, before I go up a few pant sizes.&lt;br /&gt;But the uni just has it sitting there at the coffee bar!  It makes coffee taste so much richer!&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote:  Since we went all green here at UofW, the coffee has improved by a LOT.  Yay!  The forks may be made of wood, but the coffee tastes better!&lt;br /&gt;That's all for tonight, he's getting into activation energy now, and I should pay closer attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-6094955853842776910?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/6094955853842776910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=6094955853842776910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/6094955853842776910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/6094955853842776910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahh-posting-from-class.html' title='Ahh posting from class...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-1876923540548572308</id><published>2010-01-09T02:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T02:34:31.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Nails!</title><content type='html'>So remember the Konad nail stamping kit I talked about?  Well I got it!  On New Year's Eve!  After a week of love and use, I'm here to show you my nails for this weekend (I don't work till MONDAY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/S0g-vaG_hSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hl_48m0gwyU/s1600-h/IMG_2143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/S0g-vaG_hSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hl_48m0gwyU/s400/IMG_2143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424654735351186722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some reason Blogger decided to rotate the pic, but whatevs.  Ignore my ragged cuticles, winter + scrubbing pots is not a gentle combination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-1876923540548572308?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/1876923540548572308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=1876923540548572308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/1876923540548572308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/1876923540548572308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/01/hot-nails.html' title='Hot Nails!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/S0g-vaG_hSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hl_48m0gwyU/s72-c/IMG_2143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-1604864448274583203</id><published>2010-01-06T00:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:06:34.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair!</title><content type='html'>Aight ladies (and gents)&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the official 2 week mark.  It has been 2 weeks since I last used shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;I've been applying a little bit of BioSilk Silk Therapy to the ends after my shower, while my hair is still wet, and it seems a lot happier.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loving the results. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cameroid.com/i/244VM-A1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://cameroid.com/i/244VM-A1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kind of a crappy picture, but you can tell it's not a greasy stringy mess!  Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels a little heavier tho.  Like, when I air dry, I don't feel as fluffy.  I mean this in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;Last time I straightened (which is the one time I've straightened since this experiment began) my hair was way swingier than it usually is.  Like, the kind of swingy that movie star hair is, and I'd just accepted that mine would never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Seche Vite topcoat is my new favourite thing.  I'm going to have to start shopping in the States so I can buy it!  Or find somewhere that doesn't charge an arm and a leg to ship to Canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-1604864448274583203?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/1604864448274583203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=1604864448274583203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/1604864448274583203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/1604864448274583203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/01/hair.html' title='Hair!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-3537485074368300894</id><published>2010-01-03T23:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:19:31.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sinus Rinse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sinuswash.blogsavy.com/files/2009/05/n7605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 380px;" src="http://sinuswash.blogsavy.com/files/2009/05/n7605.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I simply must blog about this, cause I am totally in love with my Sinus Rinse.  I'm sick, sore throat, getting towards a stuffy nose, and I decided to attempt to nip this one in the bud!  So I trundled into the bathroom armed with my Sinus Rinse, and I have now resolved to do this more often.  Cause it feels sooo good!  Slash incredibly weird, because we usually avoid getting water up our noses!&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna do this along with tea and rest and hopefully after a day or 2 I'll be not lying in bed till 2pm wishing that I could shower and eat and stay in bed at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-3537485074368300894?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/3537485074368300894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=3537485074368300894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3537485074368300894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3537485074368300894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-sinus-rinse.html' title='My Sinus Rinse!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-5770565085472271758</id><published>2010-01-01T23:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:16:32.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>It's belated, but I had to work today, I slept in and was 1.5 hours late for my shift, and I was working a shift I'm not familiar with.  I don't know which resident gets cream of wheat vs porridge in that particular dining room!  Stress!!!  I don't usually do breakfasts period.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  Here's hoping that 2010 will be an improvement over last year, it got real crappy towards the end there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-5770565085472271758?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/5770565085472271758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=5770565085472271758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/5770565085472271758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/5770565085472271758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-1176526586746570966</id><published>2009-12-28T01:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T01:28:11.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Update!</title><content type='html'>Woot!  I forgot/didn't want to take a before pic, cause I was lazy.&lt;br /&gt;But!&lt;br /&gt;I have not used shampoo since Tuesday, December 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;And I love it!  I think I'm going to have to start using some kind of leave in or my BioSilk on my ends tho, they're not loving the sudden absence of my super heavy Bedhead Dumb Blonde reconstructor (fancy name for conditioner).&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, I'm not super greasy, I don't feel gross, itchy and unwashed, and I don't think that there is any possible way to tell unless I tell you (which I am, I guess lol).&lt;br /&gt;We'll see if I still love this as much later on :S&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm using Suave conditioner, it's Tangerine scented.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get the Coconut one next time, but I have 2 bottles of the Tangerine to get through first.  It was on sale, and they were out of Coconut.  And I was too impatient to wait.&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping that this continues to be a raving success!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-1176526586746570966?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/1176526586746570966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=1176526586746570966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/1176526586746570966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/1176526586746570966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/12/hair-update.html' title='Hair Update!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-368454533448186329</id><published>2009-12-25T00:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:38:42.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Everyone!</title><content type='html'>My preset to me was 3 Color Club holographic nail polishes.  They make my soul happy.  They do everything I wanted that glitter last week to do.  When I have my camera unpacked tomorrow, I'll photo-document the awesomeness for you.  EPIC awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;I get to turn my computer off now, it's almost dead...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-368454533448186329?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/368454533448186329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=368454533448186329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/368454533448186329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/368454533448186329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas Everyone!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-2903380176277149352</id><published>2009-12-18T02:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:05:40.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No shampoo?</title><content type='html'>I read about a "cleansing conditioner" a while back, but it was $30 for a month's supply.  "Oh hellz no" I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;But after a thorough perusal of the internets, I've discovered that this idea is very common.  And not nearly as expensive as 'Wen' or even the 'Hair One' I found on the Sally's website.  Cheap clarifying conditioners, like Suave are apparently best.  ($2 baby, woooo!)&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to try this.  I'll buy some next time I'm at Wal Mart, then wash one final time with shampoo, and take a "before" picture. &lt;br /&gt;Then I'll do updates!  We'll see how this goes!  I'm excited!  This will cut my hair care budget waaaaaay down.  Woot!  Yay money saving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-2903380176277149352?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/2903380176277149352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=2903380176277149352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/2903380176277149352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/2903380176277149352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-shampoo.html' title='No shampoo?'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-3968028101563780063</id><published>2009-12-17T00:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:47:34.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well boys and girls...</title><content type='html'>...safe to say, nothing kick starts your butt into festive holiday mode like 3 coats of silver holo glitter nail polish over 2 coats of bright reddish pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/SynTvmct1rI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt_4YwnyrLI/s1600-h/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/SynTvmct1rI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt_4YwnyrLI/s400/107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416092841618036402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looks like Tinkerbell threw up on my nails.&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I think I'm gonna just do glitter, no colour underneath.&lt;br /&gt;I need to clean up the edges, hardcore, but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a bitch to get off for work on Friday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-3968028101563780063?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/3968028101563780063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=3968028101563780063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3968028101563780063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3968028101563780063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-boys-and-girls.html' title='Well boys and girls...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/SynTvmct1rI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt_4YwnyrLI/s72-c/107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-9163482641462266453</id><published>2009-12-16T22:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:31:55.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked!</title><content type='html'>Well, my nails anyways...&lt;br /&gt;Not for long either.  It's my day off tomorrow, so I am painting my nails tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I just put on the calcium gel coat that I always use as base coat, and I just had a sudden rush of love for how my nails look with just a coat of clear polish on them! &lt;br /&gt;It's for the same reasons that I love my pale pink and nude shades that Karmyn just doesn't get. &lt;br /&gt;They just look so classy and understated. &lt;br /&gt;I mean, I love my neons, and metallics, and dark colours, and shimmers...&lt;br /&gt;But there's something that ALWAYS draws me back to nude colours.  Baby pinks, and stuff like Nars Orgasm.  Even just basic French manicures.  Ugh.  So pretty.  Classic.  Put together.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I feel so much less scrub like tonight in my sweatpants and tank top, just because my nails have a clear coat on them. &lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just strange perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-9163482641462266453?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/9163482641462266453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=9163482641462266453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/9163482641462266453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/9163482641462266453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/12/naked.html' title='Naked!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-7329606235036369537</id><published>2009-12-16T01:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:17:02.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whaaat?</title><content type='html'>But Sally Beauty Supply doesn't ship to Canada!  Darn us for counting as "international"&lt;br /&gt;I want my China Glaze Khrome collection colours!&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-7329606235036369537?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/7329606235036369537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=7329606235036369537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/7329606235036369537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/7329606235036369537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/12/whaaat.html' title='Whaaat?'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-2754869218415811940</id><published>2009-12-16T01:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:03:13.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>Guess who gets her Konad set as part of her Ukrainian Christmas present!  Boo yah!  I ordered it tonight, the invoice email said it should arrive in about 12 business days, which sucks because one of the plates has a cute snowflake on it, and I wanted to do cute blue and white Christmas-y nails.  Oh well, far from the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-2754869218415811940?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/2754869218415811940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=2754869218415811940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/2754869218415811940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/2754869218415811940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/12/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-7991144446426773625</id><published>2009-12-15T00:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:49:03.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrrr!  (subtitle: cellulite)</title><content type='html'>So I was on Facebook tonight, and this ad was alongside my profile.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/SycwDzyJcQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZN2oKMGGKZE/s1600-h/grrrrr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/SycwDzyJcQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZN2oKMGGKZE/s400/grrrrr.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415349918934593794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  Here's what bugs me about this.&lt;br /&gt;Cellulite. Is. Not. A. Disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a human condition.  There is no such thing as a 'cure'.  It's something that goes with having friggin thighs.  Some people have more, some people have less. &lt;br /&gt;You can reduce the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt; of cellulite. &lt;br /&gt;But really people.  Size 0 celebrities have cellulite.  They just have photoshop artists &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on staff&lt;/span&gt; to make sure that every photo released to the public is 'perfect'.  How intensely photoshopped does the photo on the left look to you?  It's pretty bad to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frig people, stop obsessing, and be happy!  Learn to love yourself, instead of hating your 'flaws'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-7991144446426773625?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/7991144446426773625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=7991144446426773625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/7991144446426773625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/7991144446426773625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/12/grrrrrr-subtitle-cellulite.html' title='Grrrrrr!  (subtitle: cellulite)'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/SycwDzyJcQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZN2oKMGGKZE/s72-c/grrrrr.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-6835799754863909372</id><published>2009-12-09T14:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:20:35.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No more orange...</title><content type='html'>I had to remove the orange cause I was making bread.  And no one wants a chunk of neon orange nail polish in their dinner roll.  So now we're...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cameroid.com/i/1RKQI-A1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://cameroid.com/i/1RKQI-A1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RETINA SCORCHING HOT PINK!&lt;br /&gt;Who needs retina's anyways?  What did they ever do for anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-6835799754863909372?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/6835799754863909372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=6835799754863909372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/6835799754863909372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/6835799754863909372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-more-orange.html' title='No more orange...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-2517551307675032741</id><published>2009-12-09T09:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:43:21.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Blair Waldorf,</title><content type='html'>I know that you're trying to shed the preppy good girl image that you have on Gossip Girl.  (And really, you already did that when you gave it up to Chuck Bass in the back of a limo).  But next time you decide to whore it up for a music video, at least hire a makeup artist that won't paint your eyes shut.  Cause if there's anything we've learned from Britney and Christina, dark eyes, nude lips = skank; light eyes, dark lips = classic Hollywood; don't do both.  Now you just look plain sloppy.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.actualidadmusica.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/leighton-meester-somebody-to-love-music-video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.actualidadmusica.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/leighton-meester-somebody-to-love-music-video.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also.  Your hat is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Brynne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-2517551307675032741?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/2517551307675032741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=2517551307675032741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/2517551307675032741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/2517551307675032741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-blair-waldorf.html' title='Dear Blair Waldorf,'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-4356281805304446697</id><published>2009-12-09T01:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:48:07.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nailzzz!</title><content type='html'>So I don't have my Konad thing ordered yet.  Cause I may have spent money on ELF and Bluenotes tshirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I do have is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cameroid.com/i/1RH5S-A1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://cameroid.com/i/1RH5S-A1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CRAZY ASS BLINDING TRAFFIC CONE ORANGE NAILS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture does them no justice.  I'll try again in the morning, maybe with my digital camera if I can find it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Claire's nailpolishes.  Crazy bright (like neon) colours, and they dry SUPER fast.  Like, by the time you're done your 10th nail, the 1st is completely dry, even on the 3rd coat.  However it tends to be streaky till you get the hang of it, and depending on the colour, it's not super opaque, so 3 coats are needed.  But considering it's dry before 2 coats of regular would be, I'm okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Today's colour is called 'Flames')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-4356281805304446697?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/4356281805304446697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=4356281805304446697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4356281805304446697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4356281805304446697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/12/nailzzz.html' title='Nailzzz!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-995198524865605192</id><published>2009-12-01T23:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:35:28.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Think I Don't Think About It</title><content type='html'>Todays song lyrics are brought to you by Darius Rucker, formerly of Hootie &amp;amp; The Blowfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left out in a cloud,&lt;br /&gt;Of taillights and dust.&lt;br /&gt;Swore I wasn't comin back,&lt;br /&gt;Said I've had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw you in the rearview standin,&lt;br /&gt;Fadin from my life.&lt;br /&gt;But I wasn't turnin round,&lt;br /&gt;No not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I don't think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I don't have regrets.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think it don't get to me,&lt;br /&gt;Between the work and the hurt and the whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I don't wonder 'bout,&lt;br /&gt;Coulda been, shoulda been all worked out.&lt;br /&gt;I know what I felt, and i know what i said...&lt;br /&gt;But don't think I don't think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we make choices,&lt;br /&gt;We gotta live with them.&lt;br /&gt;Heard you found a real good man,&lt;br /&gt;and you married him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I cross your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Where would we be today,&lt;br /&gt;If i never drove that car away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I don't think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I don't have regrets.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think it don't get to me,&lt;br /&gt;Between the work and the hurt and the whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I don't wonder 'bout,&lt;br /&gt;Coulda been, shoulda been all worked out.&lt;br /&gt;I know what I felt, and i know what i said...&lt;br /&gt;But don't think I don't think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I don't think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I don't think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I don't have regrets.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think it don't get to me,&lt;br /&gt;Between the work and the hurt and the whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I don't wonder 'bout,&lt;br /&gt;Coulda been, shoulda been all worked out.&lt;br /&gt;I know what I felt, and i know what i said...&lt;br /&gt;But don't think I don't think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I don't,&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-995198524865605192?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/995198524865605192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=995198524865605192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/995198524865605192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/995198524865605192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-think-i-dont-think-about-it.html' title='Don&apos;t Think I Don&apos;t Think About It'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-6447235544253425372</id><published>2009-12-01T10:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T10:29:58.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha, poo face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cameroid.com/i/1OXBX-A1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://cameroid.com/i/1OXBX-A1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, it looks like I have poo smeared all over my face, but it smells like chocolate icing, and it was actually quite difficult to not lick my fingers after putting it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying out LUSH's Cupcake Fresh Face Mask.  It says "Its action removes excess oil and calms breakouts.  Rhassoul mud cleans and soothes, cocoa butter, linseed and cocoa powder soften the skin.  Balancing peppermint, spearmint and sandalwood oils complete this effective and delicious experience.  Apply to clean skin, avoiding the eye area.  Leave for five to ten minutes, then rinse away with warm water. Keep chilled."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so fresh that it has a 2 week in-fridge shelf life!  Intense!  Mine's good till Dec 14.  The pots are pretty tiny, so it's gonna be easy to use it all up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the last thing I should be doing before work.  I mean, I'm just gonna get covered in pureed meat at work anyways.  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-6447235544253425372?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/6447235544253425372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=6447235544253425372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/6447235544253425372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/6447235544253425372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/12/hahaha-poo-face.html' title='Hahaha, poo face!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-4636027409335937308</id><published>2009-11-27T00:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:31:32.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Darius Rucker</title><content type='html'>Sooo, anyone who is familiar with Hootie &amp;amp; The Blowfish will know the name Darius Rucker, he's the lead singer of the band. &lt;br /&gt;He also released a solo country album.&lt;br /&gt;Huh.&lt;br /&gt;Who knew.&lt;br /&gt;His voice actually works REALLY well for country.&lt;br /&gt;I have a new favorite cd.&lt;br /&gt;For the next 24 hours at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-4636027409335937308?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/4636027409335937308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=4636027409335937308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4636027409335937308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4636027409335937308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/11/darius-rucker.html' title='Darius Rucker'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-7512324760605377718</id><published>2009-11-19T13:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:19:27.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Okaaayyyyy...</title><content type='html'>I've realized that I'm turning into a bit of a beauty blogger myself.  And I've decided I'm okay with that.  Makeup and nails and hair have always been my loves, and since I can't see myself pursuing them as a career (they require more initiative than I think I have), they are going to be my hobby.  Yay!  Enjoy my rants, reviews, and occasional "Whee, lookit what I got" posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-7512324760605377718?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/7512324760605377718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=7512324760605377718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/7512324760605377718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/7512324760605377718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/11/okaaayyyyy.html' title='Okaaayyyyy...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-1460854045695558055</id><published>2009-11-19T12:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:14:02.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Konad...</title><content type='html'>Sooooo...yeah.  I've pretty much decided to break down and buy the Konad nail stamping system from &lt;a href="http://www.wowsocool.com/"&gt;WowSoCool.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.xsparkage.com/"&gt;xSparkage&lt;/a&gt; (my just about favourite beauty blogger), I get 30% off, yay coupon codes!  (PS the coupon code to enter at checkout is xsparkage)  So I'm going to be spending a slightly less extravagant amount on an extravagant amount of product.  Lol, oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm planning on getting will get me 8 image plates, 3 special nail polishes, 2 scrapers, a single ended stamper and a double ended stamper.  Yikes!  I'm SO FRIGGIN EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;However this will mean that I have to not order anything from E.L.F.  for awhile, same with Coastal Scents.  But that's okay, because I just went friggin' CRAZY at the MAC counter in St V the other day, and I got all 3 holiday pigment/glitter sets.  The way I see it, who needs a whole jar of pigment anyways?  For less than the price of 2 full size pigments, I got 4 pigments and a glitter!  There's exactly 1/3 as much product in the mini jars, but a full size pigment would last me until the end of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://large.pictures.hydrogen.dailybooth.com/2e23b50a82289e17104b8ec5e0efdb97_1806898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 360px;" src="http://large.pictures.hydrogen.dailybooth.com/2e23b50a82289e17104b8ec5e0efdb97_1806898.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a comparison of a full size and one of the mini's I got in the sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cameroid.com/i/1KO2U-A1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://cameroid.com/i/1KO2U-A1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See?  Totally worth it?  I get to try 12 different pigment shades, and 3 glitters, all for less than the price of 6 full size pigments!  Excellent shopping I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-1460854045695558055?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/1460854045695558055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=1460854045695558055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/1460854045695558055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/1460854045695558055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/11/konad.html' title='Konad...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-6419013618757349319</id><published>2009-11-18T21:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:21:32.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New obsession!</title><content type='html'>So, ladies and gents, I have a new obsession to tell you about.  It is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LUSH Lemony Flutter Cuticle Butter!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cameroid.com/i/1KL4S-A1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://cameroid.com/i/1KL4S-A1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sorry it's backwards, my webcam mirrors things when I take pics on Cameroid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is something a little off in the lemony fresh scent, but I can't even make myself care!  Because my fingers are indescribably happy!  Between this and getting to be good friends with my cuticle trimmer, I hope to rid myself of my terrible habit of picking at the dry skin around my nails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got LUSH Mask of Magnaminty, which is wonderful, and makes your face smell like mint and garden dirt.  And I mean it smells like dirt in that amazing I was just out picking things in the vegetable garden kind of way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-6419013618757349319?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/6419013618757349319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=6419013618757349319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/6419013618757349319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/6419013618757349319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-obsession.html' title='New obsession!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-9062286193747554670</id><published>2009-11-14T00:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:27:11.658-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NARS orgasm nail polish konad stamper nails manicure'/><title type='text'>Oh the randomness of me...</title><content type='html'>So it's been a while.  And I really shouldn't be typing this now, seeing as it's quarter past midnight and I have to be up in less than 6 hours.  But while waiting for my food on Café World to be ready, I decided to finally bust out the NARS Orgasm Nail Polish that I bought what feels like forever and a day ago. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cameroid.com/i/1J6FP-A1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://cameroid.com/i/1J6FP-A1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you can't fully appreciate this baby, cause my webcam is crap, but it's sooooo pretty!  It's about the same shade as the Orgasm blush.  That is, it's a super pretty shimmery peachy pink.&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous nude nail polish that's different enough not to be boring.&lt;br /&gt;Downsides being that it was ludicrously expensive (I fell victim to it's shimmery-ness and the saleswoman)  and it seems to be taking a really long time to dry.  Tho it could just be that I'm super used to "Quik Dry" nail polishes, and this one is just normal.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  It's pretty, and now that I've finally tried it out (I've been waiting for the damaged part of my nail from my ex-acrylics to grow out) I'm mind blowingly in love with it.  I think it might even be subtle enough that I will be able to get away with wearing it at work.  We'll see about that.  Is it ridiculous that I'm contemplating finding a new job just so I can wear nail polish and makeup again?  I also want to buy the Konad Nail Stamper.  I've heard and read so many things about it online, and one of my good friends just got one on a trip to Vegas, and it's just as awesome as they make it out to be! &lt;br /&gt;But I can't justify buying $50 worth of plates and the special polish if I'm never going to get to wear it/use it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  If I end up doing anything note-worthy with my makeup anytime soon, I'll post about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-9062286193747554670?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/9062286193747554670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=9062286193747554670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/9062286193747554670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/9062286193747554670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-randomness-of-me.html' title='Oh the randomness of me...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-2789918916327812774</id><published>2009-10-26T22:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:17:56.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Affirmation</title><content type='html'>by Savage Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the sun should never set upon an argument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you&lt;br /&gt;I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do&lt;br /&gt;I believe that beauty magazines promote low self-esteem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe I'm loved when I'm completely by myself alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned&lt;br /&gt;I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned&lt;br /&gt;I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side&lt;br /&gt;I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality&lt;br /&gt;I believe that trust is more important than monogamy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that family is worth more than money or gold&lt;br /&gt;I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair&lt;br /&gt;I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned&lt;br /&gt;I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned&lt;br /&gt;I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side&lt;br /&gt;I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe forgiveness is the key to your unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed&lt;br /&gt;I believe that God does not endorse TV evangelists&lt;br /&gt;I believe in love surviving death into eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned&lt;br /&gt;I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned&lt;br /&gt;I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side&lt;br /&gt;I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned&lt;br /&gt;I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned&lt;br /&gt;I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side&lt;br /&gt;I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Until you say goodbye         &lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-2789918916327812774?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/2789918916327812774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=2789918916327812774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/2789918916327812774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/2789918916327812774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/10/affirmation.html' title='Affirmation'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-8816434634979259266</id><published>2009-10-06T21:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:58:17.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell!?!??!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so first, I read that some parent in Ontario is trying to get "To Kill A Mockingbird" taken off the school approved reading list.  WTF?&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, while having a discussion with a girl I used to babysit, and we had this conversation...&lt;br /&gt;Girl says:&lt;br /&gt; lucky, im working on it right now and its so annoying&lt;br /&gt; and did you remember reading the bridge over the river kwai in ELA&lt;br /&gt;brynne says:&lt;br /&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;Girl says:&lt;br /&gt; its the stupidest book ever&lt;br /&gt;brynne says:&lt;br /&gt; why do you say that?&lt;br /&gt;Girl says:&lt;br /&gt; cause its about ppl fighting and blowing up a bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid also told me that she'd heard that "To Kill A Mockingbird" was "lame" and that she didn't really care for "In The Heat of The Night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened to the next generation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I know I'm only 22, and that a 15.5 year old isn't really the 'next generation' but I'm trying to make a point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This same girl told me last year that she didn't like Romeo and Juliet because she's not into "that old kind of stuff"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously about to freaking BLOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight has replaced In The Heat Of The Night as a 'good' book and that makes me want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to go get my copy of 1984 and go crazy.  I might also go to the library tomorrow and try to calm my agitated reader's soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-8816434634979259266?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/8816434634979259266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=8816434634979259266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/8816434634979259266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/8816434634979259266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-hell.html' title='What the hell!?!??!!!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-7499528223074941494</id><published>2009-09-22T23:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:15:25.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another try!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So this was a really good idea...I just failed at it. But I'm going to try to do it at least weekly! Some kind of excuse to post! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. what one song lyric is stuck in my head today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ASHES (ASHES). DUST (DUST).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;MY CHILDREN WERE A BUST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;THEY SHALL INHERIT NOTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;NO, MY LEGACY IS TOO GREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;TO THROW AWAY ON INGRATES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;NATHAN WALLACE HAD POTENTIAL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;‘TIL HE STOLE MY MARNI AWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(IN DENIAL, NATHAN BLAMED HIMSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;FOR MARNI’S SUDDEN DEATH,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AND NEVER ONCE THOUGHT TO SUSPECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;THE MAN WHO WROTE HIS CHECKS!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I GUESS, I’LL TAKE IT TO MY DEATH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-Things You See In A Graveyard - Rotti Largo in REPO! The Genetic Opera (sung by Paul Sorvino &lt;3)&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. what am i really grateful for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;having friends that I know that I can count on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. what do i really really want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to find out about the apartment we've applied for, because not knowing is stressful to the max!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4. what was my one moment of pure happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;chatting with Amma at work while i sorted hangers by size. mind numbing task, but I had fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5. write about one person in my life that i love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;janna faye, I've had so much fun hanging out with you these couple times so far this year, and I pray that we keep it up, because I've missed hanging out with you, and I hope that this year we can have the kind of fun we had first year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-7499528223074941494?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/7499528223074941494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=7499528223074941494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/7499528223074941494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/7499528223074941494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-try.html' title='Another try!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-3029089301285549724</id><published>2009-08-03T00:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:10:06.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>extreme makeover: home edition</title><content type='html'>so this is the saddest episode of EM:HE I've ever seen.  Family with 3 boys, the dad was an ER nurse who contracted Hep C.  Seriously, saddest thing of my life.  10 minutes in, and i've almost cried like, 6 times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-3029089301285549724?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/3029089301285549724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=3029089301285549724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3029089301285549724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3029089301285549724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/08/extreme-makeover-home-edition.html' title='extreme makeover: home edition'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-3026777916633932618</id><published>2009-07-27T00:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:45:59.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty sa-weet job of nail-polishing, if you ask me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cameroid.com/i/VQWW-A1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://cameroid.com/i/VQWW-A1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-3026777916633932618?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/3026777916633932618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=3026777916633932618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3026777916633932618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3026777916633932618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/07/pretty-sa-weet-job-of-nail-polishing-if.html' title='Pretty sa-weet job of nail-polishing, if you ask me...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-6946245095573454565</id><published>2009-07-21T00:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:25:09.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww.</title><content type='html'>So my mommy sent me these pictures, and they make me indescribably happy inside.  So I'm posting them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/SmVRAduBzAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/J2i0bVPignU/s1600-h/heavy+drinkers+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/SmVRAduBzAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/J2i0bVPignU/s400/heavy+drinkers+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360779999873977346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and I at Lee River.  Each with our beverage of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/SmVRANXnWwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LTGSq30FYkM/s1600-h/heavy+drinkers+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/SmVRANXnWwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LTGSq30FYkM/s400/heavy+drinkers+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360779995485002498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-6946245095573454565?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/6946245095573454565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=6946245095573454565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/6946245095573454565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/6946245095573454565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/07/awww.html' title='Awww.'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/SmVRAduBzAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/J2i0bVPignU/s72-c/heavy+drinkers+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-8186927092343260983</id><published>2009-07-15T22:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:17:41.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm freezing!</title><content type='html'>I am so incredibly sick of this weather!  It is the middle of July, where the frig is my plus 35 with 80% humidity!?  It was only 13 degrees, grey and rainy on my drive home from work tonight.  We have turned *off* our a/c.  In July.  Figure that one out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-8186927092343260983?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/8186927092343260983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=8186927092343260983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/8186927092343260983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/8186927092343260983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-freezing.html' title='I&apos;m freezing!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-5645502452219490076</id><published>2009-06-26T18:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:42:41.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahah, I fail.</title><content type='html'>Yeah.  Oh well, it was grad week, that's my excuse.  I got a sexy new bed.  I don't get to sleep in it tho cause we're taking Miss Pamela back to Miami.  Oh well, Saturday night then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-5645502452219490076?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/5645502452219490076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=5645502452219490076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/5645502452219490076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/5645502452219490076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/06/hahah-i-fail.html' title='Hahah, I fail.'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-701195667006597328</id><published>2009-06-13T00:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:03:30.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If it wasn't for bacon...</title><content type='html'>...we wouldn't even know what a water chestnut is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xpcpqz6jGig"&gt;Jim Gaffigan - Bacon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-701195667006597328?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/701195667006597328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=701195667006597328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/701195667006597328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/701195667006597328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-it-wasnt-for-bacon.html' title='If it wasn&apos;t for bacon...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-2686456431528585603</id><published>2009-06-09T23:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:22:33.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She blogs again!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I know I always say this, but this time, my goal is to really really stick with it!  Haha, as well as this may or may not end up working, I have a new blogging goal.  I'm going to do lots of shorter posts, post pictures, and maybe even do little mini-reviews of new makeup I buy.  Because goodness knows, I own enough of it.  Cause I've also recently gotten back into makeup in a way that I haven't since about Grade 11.  Which is pretty intense when you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes.  Recently, I went to the MAC store in St Vital Center.  And lo and behold, they have colours in the actual MAC stores that they don't carry at the MAC counters at the Bay.  So as much as I love buying MAC at the Bay (where I get my 10% discount if I put the makeup on my Bay card)  I had to go to good ol' St Vital to get 2 of my 3 new babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/Si80VAfQGuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QYVae--Rkq4/s1600-h/makeup4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/Si80VAfQGuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QYVae--Rkq4/s400/makeup4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345548818225044194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, gorgeous.  My heart still does a little flutter just looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-2686456431528585603?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/2686456431528585603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=2686456431528585603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/2686456431528585603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/2686456431528585603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-blogs-again.html' title='She blogs again!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/Si80VAfQGuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QYVae--Rkq4/s72-c/makeup4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-8899510369520262137</id><published>2009-06-08T23:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:36:43.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I have a random question for you...</title><content type='html'>Why do they bother making scented Nair?  2 minutes after it's on your skin, all you can smell is chemically burning hair anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-8899510369520262137?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/8899510369520262137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=8899510369520262137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/8899510369520262137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/8899510369520262137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-i-have-random-question-for-you.html' title='So I have a random question for you...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-2699977942679115098</id><published>2009-05-12T02:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T03:11:24.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillin' with Awesome Tunage</title><content type='html'>So it's 3 in the a.m. right now, and while I should likely be sleeping right now, I'm most definitely not.  And that's not a good thing.  But I've decided to use this mild case of insomnia/I'm a night owl to a more constructive end.  But that's not where the story of tonight begins.  So I'll start from the start.&lt;br /&gt;So I got home from work this evening, and Alana was here with Karmyn.  After we sat around, and vegetated and watched Sex and the City, Karmyn went to bed, and Alana and I went to Mac's for junk food.  By Alana and I, I mean that Alana accompanied me, because I was jonesing for something hella unhealthy.  So after we got back to the apartment, we watched movie trailers and random crap on YouTube for a bit.  Then I brought the 4.5 milk crates of records that I brought from Shoal Lake out to the living room, and we sorted through them, sorting them by their sheer awesomeness.  And let me tell you, Jane Fonda's Pre/During/Post Pregnancy workout album is pretty awesome :P&lt;br /&gt;Going through all this music reminds me so much of Dad, and sitting around the kitchen table after supper, with Mom and Dad talking about different songs, and trying to remember if they've foisted them upon Bob and I yet.  Then Dad would try to sing one of them, and when we didn't get it, he'd bolt into the living room to either play us a record, or in later years, to download it to play it for us. &lt;br /&gt;And so here I am now, all hopped up on sugar and a coffee based energy drink (that was a brilliant idea Brynne), downloading music.  Lots and lots of it.  Chris DeBurgh, and Supertramp and Molly Hatchet (which makes me want to learn the guitar and start a tribute band, any takers?).&lt;br /&gt;And I think while I'm grooving to Molly Hatchet, I'm going to clean my room.  Cause going to bed now is just going to result in my sleeping way too late in the morning, and running late for my date with Sarah, and not getting to bed on time again tomorrow, and I have to get up early on Wed for work, so sleeping in is NOT an option for Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Or is productivity overrated, and I'll just continue trolling for awesome music?&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell.  See you all in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-2699977942679115098?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/2699977942679115098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=2699977942679115098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/2699977942679115098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/2699977942679115098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/05/chillin-with-awesome-tunage.html' title='Chillin&apos; with Awesome Tunage'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-4940926223908847697</id><published>2009-04-15T21:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:27:53.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tick-tock</title><content type='html'>Time has been on a lot of people's mind's lately.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about this time of year...&lt;br /&gt;The end of a semester.&lt;br /&gt;The end of winter.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like the end of something, and it's depressing and stressfull.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to remember that every time there's an ending, we have a new beginning to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;A new phase.&lt;br /&gt;A new (warmer) season.&lt;br /&gt;Another leaf turning over and letting the sun dry the dew collecting on it's face.&lt;br /&gt;The sun comes out tomorrow, that's how the song goes.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to see the water in the glass, rather than the space left behind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-4940926223908847697?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/4940926223908847697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=4940926223908847697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4940926223908847697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4940926223908847697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/04/tick-tock.html' title='tick-tock'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-1352335992502307043</id><published>2009-01-25T20:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:48:07.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat Wave II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Michael Redhill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At the mere sight of this woman&lt;br /&gt;I forget everything else. I forget&lt;br /&gt;poetry and its balms, I forget&lt;br /&gt;love's absence, the unclimbed stairs.&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall the way the doors&lt;br /&gt;open in my house, lose track&lt;br /&gt;of my halls, which, unsupervised,&lt;br /&gt;race out into the open air. My guests&lt;br /&gt;sit unserved in the front room,&lt;br /&gt;my friends leave after knocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have pity on me. I walk out at night&lt;br /&gt;and the heat-stricken sunflowers&lt;br /&gt;raise their heads to show me&lt;br /&gt;their thousand-kissed faces.&lt;br /&gt;I fear love's arrival,&lt;br /&gt;but if love comes for me&lt;br /&gt;I will raise my heat-stricken head&lt;br /&gt;to be kissed. I will open my doors and lay down&lt;br /&gt;red runners along my hallways. I will&lt;br /&gt;keep soup on my stove, bring air&lt;br /&gt;into my rooms, and sleep on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;I will happily forget my life if love&lt;br /&gt;comes for me. If love remembers me.&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted with permission from the author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-1352335992502307043?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/1352335992502307043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=1352335992502307043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/1352335992502307043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/1352335992502307043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2009/01/heat-wave-ii.html' title='Heat Wave II'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-7210418776435160881</id><published>2008-12-08T01:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:14:40.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterthought</title><content type='html'>I think that it's just freaking stupid that I can't post a poem that I really like; that moves me.  How effing ridiculous is that?&lt;br /&gt;I find that poem incredibly emotional and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I don't write on this blog to try to detract from artist's work, I write on this blog because I enjoy just talking to space, and letting people know about what interests me, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I just have to say that everyone needs to go to their public library (and I fail to see how letting people borrow a book and read it is any different than me putting it here for them to read) and get a copy of some kind of poetry anthology that contains the poem Pour by Al Purdy, and read it.  While you're at it, read Night Summer and House Guest, both by Al as well, and Heat Wave II by Michael Redhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate what the world has become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-7210418776435160881?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/7210418776435160881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=7210418776435160881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/7210418776435160881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/7210418776435160881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2008/12/afterthought.html' title='Afterthought'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-904425179575503970</id><published>2008-12-08T01:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:04:48.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol, omg</title><content type='html'>lol, okay, so no more posting al purdy poetry that i like, apparently i'm not licenced to distribute it, and it's supposed to be for personal use only or something...i can't remember, i deleted the post and it's accompanying comment already.  oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-904425179575503970?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/904425179575503970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=904425179575503970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/904425179575503970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/904425179575503970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2008/12/lol-omg.html' title='Lol, omg'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-203587196732251138</id><published>2008-10-13T01:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:09:00.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>haha, oh dear</title><content type='html'>I've failed at the whole remembering to post thing again.  So it's an official I give up on the 40 days of posting.  I'll just show up whenever I remember that I have a blog floating out here in cyberspace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-203587196732251138?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/203587196732251138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=203587196732251138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/203587196732251138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/203587196732251138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2008/10/haha-oh-dear.html' title='haha, oh dear'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-4513636404296577093</id><published>2008-10-07T12:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:39:11.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>say what now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We're going to try this 40 days thing again, starting from scratch.  I'm terrible about remembering to blog everyday, but this I'm going to attempt to keep up with this this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Day 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. what one song lyric is stuck in my head today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i'll be back tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i'll be back in the ballroom swingin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i'll be back with my superman action and i'm off to save the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i'll be back tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i'll be back at a quarter to eleven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i'm half drunk, i can't see straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;a hero zero with a capital "Z"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. what am i really greatful for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;oh my gosh, i am so incredibly grateful that I found a job that I think i'm going to enjoy!  it may not be glamorous or pay very well, but the other girls at the bay are really nice, and i'm getting the hang of being there.  so we'll see how it goes there.  right now i'm just stressing a little about paying rent and stuff...but i have faith that it will all work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. what do i really really want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i really want to get enough hours at the bay that i wont' need a second job, but that's not looking super likely...but that's what i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;oh, p.s.  I also really want a haircut...my bangs are starting to piss me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. what was my one moment of pure happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;well, it was after midnight before i went to bed, so I'm not sure if it counts as today or yesterday, but whateves.  I was watching whose line is it anyways clips on youtube, and it was so hilarious!  and I was just like, I love life immensely at this moment.  just chillin' in my room, watching whose line and laughing my ass off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. write about one person in my life that i love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i love Jasmine.  She's so awesome, and sure of herself, and she's so strong in her beliefs.  She's very comfortable being exactly who she wants to be in a moment, and it's inspiring!  She doesn't let anyone push her around, but she's not a bitch about it.  Rock on dahlink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Trebuchet;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-4513636404296577093?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/4513636404296577093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=4513636404296577093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4513636404296577093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4513636404296577093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2008/10/say-what-now.html' title='say what now?'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-7416164113119194445</id><published>2008-09-17T23:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:25:33.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kung fu toothbrush</title><content type='html'>seriously people.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just used my hardcore ninja skills to attack my plaque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;brushed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;flossed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mouthwashed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;brushed again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mouthwashed again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and here i am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/SNHVaBKsOlI/AAAAAAAAACs/BWVRRmh2V8g/s400/teefers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;minty fresh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-7416164113119194445?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/7416164113119194445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=7416164113119194445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/7416164113119194445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/7416164113119194445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2008/09/kung-fu-toothbrush.html' title='kung fu toothbrush'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/SNHVaBKsOlI/AAAAAAAAACs/BWVRRmh2V8g/s72-c/teefers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-5251149239076229276</id><published>2008-09-10T13:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:20:16.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale</title><content type='html'>by Sara Bareilles&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10px; "&gt;Cinderella's on her bedroom floor&lt;br /&gt;she's got a &lt;br /&gt;crush on the guy at the liquor store&lt;br /&gt;cause Mr. Charming don't come home anymore&lt;br /&gt;and she forgets why she came here&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Beauty's in a foul mood&lt;br /&gt;for shame she says&lt;br /&gt;none for you dear prince, i'm tired today&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather sleep my whole life away than have you keep me from dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't care for your fairytales &lt;br /&gt;you're so worried bout the maiden though you know&lt;br /&gt;she's only waiting on the next best thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White is doing dishes again cause&lt;br /&gt;what else can you do&lt;br /&gt;with seven itty-bitty men?&lt;br /&gt;sends them to bed and calls up a friend&lt;br /&gt;says will you meet me at midnight?&lt;br /&gt;the tall blonde lets out a cry of despair says&lt;br /&gt;would have cut it myself if i knew men could climb hair&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to find another tower somewhere and keep away from the windows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't care for your fairytales &lt;br /&gt;you're so worried bout the maiden though you know&lt;br /&gt;she's only waiting on the next best thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time in a faraway kingdom&lt;br /&gt;man made up a story said that i should believe him &lt;br /&gt;go and tell your white knight that he's handsome in hindsight&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want the next best thing&lt;br /&gt;so i sing and hold my head down and i break these walls round me&lt;br /&gt;can't take no more of your fairytale love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't care for your fairytales &lt;br /&gt;you're so worried bout the maiden though you know&lt;br /&gt;she's only waiting on the next best thing&lt;br /&gt;i don't care&lt;br /&gt;i don't care&lt;br /&gt;worry bout the maiden though you know&lt;br /&gt;she's only waiting spent the whole life being graded on the sanctity of patience and a dumb appreciation&lt;br /&gt;but the story needs some mending and a better happy ending&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't want the next best thing&lt;br /&gt;no no i don't want the next best thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-5251149239076229276?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/5251149239076229276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=5251149239076229276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/5251149239076229276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/5251149239076229276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2008/09/fairytale.html' title='Fairytale'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-6823724366068862757</id><published>2008-09-09T17:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:04:10.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am Again...</title><content type='html'>Posting from a Mac at school.  I love them, but I don't know if I could have one for myself for good.  So holy crap of awkwardness, there are some guys up here asking people for money.  They've moved in from the street, and they're up here on the fourth floor asking people in the computer area under the grey room for money.  Seriously, people, go find a job.  Then you'll have money for food and bus fare.  That's how we got ours, get to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-6823724366068862757?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/6823724366068862757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=6823724366068862757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/6823724366068862757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/6823724366068862757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-i-am-again.html' title='Here I Am Again...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-4532749359585292246</id><published>2008-08-06T00:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:18:48.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For my Daddy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Drive My Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;by Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems somebody put out the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Now the road is a minefield.&lt;br /&gt;I can't follow the way she moves,&lt;br /&gt;I can't see past the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make the darkness disappear,&lt;br /&gt;I feel found when you stand near.&lt;br /&gt;I know where I am when you are here,&lt;br /&gt;My way becomes so clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;Will I lose control?&lt;br /&gt;You're the only road I know.&lt;br /&gt;You show me where to go.&lt;br /&gt;Who will drive my soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems somebody burned up the signs,&lt;br /&gt;I can't expect the hard curves.&lt;br /&gt;There's no borders–there are no lines.&lt;br /&gt;How can I know where to turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make the street lights reappear,&lt;br /&gt;I feel bright when you stand near.&lt;br /&gt;I know what I am when you are here,&lt;br /&gt;My place becomes so clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;Will I lose control?&lt;br /&gt;You're the only road that I know.&lt;br /&gt;You show me where to go.&lt;br /&gt;Who will drive my soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I lose control?&lt;br /&gt;You're the only road that I know.&lt;br /&gt;You show me where to go.&lt;br /&gt;Who will drive my soul?&lt;br /&gt;Drive my soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;Will I lose control?&lt;br /&gt;You're the only road I know.&lt;br /&gt;You show me where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;Will I lose control?&lt;br /&gt;You're the only road I know.&lt;br /&gt;You show me where to go.&lt;br /&gt;Who will drive my soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-4532749359585292246?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/4532749359585292246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=4532749359585292246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4532749359585292246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4532749359585292246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-my-daddy.html' title='For my Daddy...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-1423631082633410787</id><published>2008-07-16T23:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:01:37.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Excerpt...</title><content type='html'>From &lt;u&gt;A New Christianity For A New World&lt;/u&gt;  (Chapter 4: Beyond Theism But Not Beyond God)&lt;br /&gt;       By John Shelby Spong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;This love is something like the footprints of God in which I seek to walk, even as I discover that to walk in these footprints is to go places I fear to go.  But when I look up, I can see ahead of me, ducking around the edges of the unknown, what one might call the hindquarters of the divine.  Then I discover that the reason I cannot see God but only where God has been is that God is clearly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; me, just as God is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; me.  God is part of who I am and part of who you are.  God is love, and so love is God. ... God is the ultimate source of love.  One worships this God by loving wastefully, by spreading love frivolously, by giving love away without stopping to count the cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Disclaimer:  John Shelby Spong is not for everyone.  Some of his material is very controversial, and may be offensive to some people.  However some things in his books are beautifully profound, and if you have an open mind, you may enjoy them.  Just a warning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-1423631082633410787?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/1423631082633410787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=1423631082633410787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/1423631082633410787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/1423631082633410787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2008/07/excerpt.html' title='An Excerpt...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-4818157499546298451</id><published>2008-07-15T22:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T23:18:53.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well...</title><content type='html'>that didn't last very long.  I am going to try to post more regularly though.  I'll do what I can.  I'm just not the Blogger I once was.  Stupid Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding Facebook, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest thing of the last little while is that I went to Cirque du Soleil on Sunday!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was mindblowing!  The show was called Saltimbanco, and it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.corriere.it/Media/Foto/2003/07_Luglio/24/fdg/CIRCO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.corriere.it/Media/Foto/2003/07_Luglio/24/fdg/CIRCO.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://garyanddenise.net/SaltimbancoTrapeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://garyanddenise.net/SaltimbancoTrapeze.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So herein begins my attempt at regaining my blogging momentum.&lt;br /&gt;  SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-4818157499546298451?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/4818157499546298451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=4818157499546298451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4818157499546298451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4818157499546298451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2008/07/well.html' title='well...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-5781713435938163463</id><published>2008-06-29T14:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T14:46:48.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>short one today, we're trying to get other stuffs done too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song stuck in ma head:&lt;br /&gt;i thought of letting go&lt;br /&gt;but my mind won't let me&lt;br /&gt;my heart will never know, whats true&lt;br /&gt;I just never thought&lt;br /&gt;I'd find a reason&lt;br /&gt;Keep me coming back until i stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;summer being here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really want:&lt;br /&gt;my car fixed so dad can stop bugging me about going to autopac.  damn richard for dying 5 days after hitting my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment of pure happiness:&lt;br /&gt;drinking a big glass of water when i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I love:&lt;br /&gt;my mom, who sat there watching our new front loading washing machine with me.  it spins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-5781713435938163463?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/5781713435938163463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=5781713435938163463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/5781713435938163463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/5781713435938163463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-4643000662531806782</id><published>2008-06-28T23:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:48:49.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>1. what one song lyric is stuck in my head today&lt;br /&gt;i saw you dancing&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;i could tell that you could tell&lt;br /&gt;that i was taking my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what am i really grateful for&lt;br /&gt;getting to come home for bob's grad and birthday, and mom's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what do i really really want&lt;br /&gt;more time in the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. what was my one moment of pure happiness&lt;br /&gt;coming this |-----| close to getting a double weave with my hoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. write about one person in my life that i love.&lt;br /&gt;i love my brother, who turned 18 today!  he's grown up so fast, and i have no idea where the time went.  in my mind he's still 6, talking non-stop about dinosaurs and cars.  he tries so hard to be bad-ass, but he's really just a big teddy bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-4643000662531806782?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/4643000662531806782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=4643000662531806782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4643000662531806782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4643000662531806782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-2744946721683635543</id><published>2008-06-28T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:28:21.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the challenge is as follows...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="itembody snap_preview"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to write for 40 days answering the following five questions. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. what one song lyric is stuck in my head today&lt;br /&gt;2. what am i really greatful for&lt;br /&gt;3. what do i really really want&lt;br /&gt;4. what was my one moment of pure happiness and&lt;br /&gt;5. write about one person in my life that i love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-2744946721683635543?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/2744946721683635543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=2744946721683635543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/2744946721683635543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/2744946721683635543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2008/06/challenge-is-as-follows.html' title='the challenge is as follows...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-4856479461732670607</id><published>2008-04-16T01:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T01:13:59.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm back...</title><content type='html'>Yes indeed, I'm back, although my computer isn't quite as fixed as I'd like it to be.  I can only get limited/no connectivity on my wireless internet, which, considering I spent money to have, I would kind of like to work.  I'm having some issues re-installing things, but whatever.  I'll deal.  Just a general update.  Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-4856479461732670607?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/4856479461732670607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=4856479461732670607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4856479461732670607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4856479461732670607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-im-back.html' title='So I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-8945576060985199676</id><published>2008-01-31T15:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T15:31:03.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Wherever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Bon Jovi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe we're all different but we're still the same&lt;br /&gt;We all got the blood of Eden running through our veins&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes it's hard for you to see&lt;br /&gt;You're caught between just who you are and who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel alone and lost and need a friend&lt;br /&gt;Remember every new beginning is some beginning's end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;This is your life; you made it this far&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, you got to believe&lt;br /&gt;That right here, right now&lt;br /&gt;You're exactly where you're supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everybody's in and you're left out&lt;br /&gt;And you feel you're drowning in the shadow of a doubt&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's a miracle in their own way&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to yourself, not what other people say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's seems you're lost, alone and feeling down&lt;br /&gt;Remember everybody's different; just take a look around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;This is your life; you made it this far&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, you got to believe&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now&lt;br /&gt;You're exactly where you're supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;Be who you are&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's a hero&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's a star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want to give up and your heart's about to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember that you're perfect; God makes no mistakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;This is your life; you made it this far&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, you got to believe&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now&lt;br /&gt;You're exactly where you're supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;And I say welcome…&lt;br /&gt;I say welcome…&lt;br /&gt;Welcome… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-8945576060985199676?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/8945576060985199676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=8945576060985199676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/8945576060985199676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/8945576060985199676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome-to-wherever.html' title='Welcome to Wherever'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-3011517233441392421</id><published>2008-01-17T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:21:09.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blarg.  Again.</title><content type='html'>So it's been a craptastic week.  My computer spazzed, so hopefully Uncle Dave can make it work again.  The CV joints in my car are on their last legs, so goodbye $200 to fix that.  I'm sick of sitting at home on my butt, but I'm afraid that if I get a job I'll end up hating it, and if I quit, I won't have EI to fall back on.  Dangit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to decide/figure out what's happening with school next year.  I know I want to go back to school.  That's about where the "what I know" column ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general...&lt;br /&gt;Growing up sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-3011517233441392421?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/3011517233441392421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=3011517233441392421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3011517233441392421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3011517233441392421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2008/01/blarg-again.html' title='Blarg.  Again.'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-7960453783692822199</id><published>2008-01-07T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:44:21.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No time...</title><content type='html'>So Facebook has pretty much taken over.  But I still will try to post often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-7960453783692822199?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/7960453783692822199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=7960453783692822199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/7960453783692822199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/7960453783692822199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-time.html' title='No time...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-8305361092131557335</id><published>2007-11-27T02:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:17:46.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap. x10^6</title><content type='html'>So today started out pretty alright. I cleaned a little. The bathtub guy showed up, and refinished the tub. I went to work at the Fairmont. I was working the lobby/setting up for tomorrow, not serving the actual dinner, which meant lots less stress. BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was getting changed into my work uniform (most unflattering pants of all time) I got a call from mom. I got a speeding ticket. I even remember it. It was after I dropped Janna and Terrell off at the MTS Center for the Newsboys concert. I was driving down Grant to drop off their stuff at CMU before going home. And I remember seeing the flash, and looking down at the speedometer, and thinking "What the heck? I'm not even going 65." BUT... I guess it's a 50 zone there. After I got home from work tonight, I didn't even go inside, I went to my car, and I drove downtown, and I drove down Grant. I know that it was stupid to go, but I figure there's less traffic at 2am, and I also knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't check, cause I'd be lying there in bed thinking about it.  So I went.  I made sure not to go over 45 the entire way. Partially because of the icy roads. Partially because getting a ticket while I was checking the speed limit signs would have just added insult to injury. Nevermind being plain stupid. But I guess from the turn off of Pembina till the first stoplight (Stafford, I think) the speed limit is 60. Then it drops to 50 from Stafford to Kenaston. Then after Kenaston, it's back up to 60, and after CMU it's 70 until you get to the strip mall before Moray. I think I've only ever driven that stretch (Pembina to CMU) maybe 4 times. I've been many times with other people driving, but rarely myself. I'm never up that way. Cause from Robyn's I'd go up Kenaston. From here, I go up Moray. I assumed it was 60, and I didn't pay enough attention. So now I pay $167 dollars to whoever I pay it to. And it is completely my own stupid fault. Karma's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to push any tattooing/piercing plans further onto the back burner. Poop. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137445574666216018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/R0vfh-Lh4lI/AAAAAAAAACY/eNPVgEX248Y/s400/love+knot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-8305361092131557335?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/8305361092131557335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=8305361092131557335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/8305361092131557335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/8305361092131557335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2007/11/crap-x106.html' title='Crap. x10^6'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O83ve3cUhng/R0vfh-Lh4lI/AAAAAAAAACY/eNPVgEX248Y/s72-c/love+knot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-4874843517968247566</id><published>2007-11-22T14:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T14:41:42.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh joy, oh bliss.</title><content type='html'>So it's been awhile.  I'm all moved into my new apartment with Karmyn.  I'm currently on her laptop, stealing someone's internet and waiting for the Shaw guy, so we can get our own internet.  Actually, he just got here, so I'm gonna run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-4874843517968247566?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/4874843517968247566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=4874843517968247566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4874843517968247566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4874843517968247566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-joy-oh-bliss.html' title='Oh joy, oh bliss.'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-4200391590354127409</id><published>2007-10-19T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:55:59.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGG!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;All you IDIOT DRIVERS!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sign  :&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/68/No_Left_Turn_sign.svg/600px-No_Left_Turn_sign.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/68/No_Left_Turn_sign.svg/600px-No_Left_Turn_sign.svg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; means DO NOT TURN LEFT!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly. How freaking hard is this to figure out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By sitting there waiting to turn left, you're not only breaking the law, you're pissing everybody else off, because they have to sit and wait behind you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-4200391590354127409?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/4200391590354127409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=4200391590354127409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4200391590354127409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4200391590354127409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2007/10/aaaaaaaarrrrrrggggg.html' title='AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGG!!!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-2945285140764051173</id><published>2007-10-15T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T16:57:04.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear...</title><content type='html'>I feel like a horrible person.  I forgot my blog's 3rd birthday!  It was on September 5th.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not posting.  Blog's aren't required to see how people are doing anymore, because Facebook has taken over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still lurve my blog, and I shall attempt to find something interesting to post about in the near-ish future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't right now, because I feel sick, so I'm going to go put on not-work-clothes and go to Safeway and get some soup for supper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm going to watch an episode or two of Buffy, and then I'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-2945285140764051173?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/2945285140764051173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=2945285140764051173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/2945285140764051173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/2945285140764051173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-3799749602278010760</id><published>2007-09-18T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:43:08.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Cyclists...Love Motorists everywhere.</title><content type='html'>First of all, good for you for riding a bike. It's good for you and it's good for the environment, so I don't have a problem with you riding your bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However.&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, you all knew a 'however' was coming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND ALL THAT IS HOLY!! OBEY THE LAWS OF THE ROAD!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, you are not a pedestrian. So if you absolutely need to cross the street using a pedestrian corridor, GET OFF YOUR BIKE AND WALK IT ACROSS!! Don't just tear out into the street after pressing the button. You move faster than the average pedestrian. With an actual pedestrian we have a little more time to slow down and stop. Remember, we're bigger and heavier than you are. It will hurt you a lot more than it will hurt us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, if you've accepted that you're a vehicle (albeit not a motorized one) THEN YOU'RE A VEHICLE!! Yes, stop signs and red lights apply to you. So you should stop when they tell you to. Because again, WE ARE BIGGER AND HEAVIER THAN YOU ARE! We take longer to slow down, and if we hit you, you would most definitely be getting the short end of the stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me just say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see a cyclist do/about to do something embarassingly stupid, I say to myself "Try it again you idiot, it'll hurt you a lot more than it'll hurt me. If I hit you, I might get charged with vehicular manslaughter, but you'd be dead, and the world would be rid of one moron."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-3799749602278010760?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/3799749602278010760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=3799749602278010760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3799749602278010760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3799749602278010760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2007/09/dear-cyclistslove-motorists-everywhere.html' title='Dear Cyclists...Love Motorists everywhere.'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-853334359663168721</id><published>2007-09-04T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:20:14.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So today, after visiting with Janna, Scott, Karmyn and Rachel (!) I went to Superstore to get food for my lunches for the week. While I was there, I was like hmm...what can I get to eat for my very late supper? I know! Ramen noodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was walking down the aisle, I realized something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to dad, I am a ramen snob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked right past the MSG free noodle bowls, the Mr. Noodles and the no name brand ramen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing but Sapporo Ichiban ramen noodles for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Original flavour, made according to the directions on the back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But only if I'm using Shoal Lake water. They don't taste right otherwise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I have no such water, they must be drained, and about 1/2 a tablespoon of butter or margarine added so that the noodles don't stick together, then add the seasoning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A close second is the Sapporo Ichiban Chow Mein noodles, with the little dried seaweed flakes they come with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;None of the other flavours or brands will ever hold a candle to Sapporo Ichiban.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/140/361946777_1255f795cf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-853334359663168721?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/853334359663168721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=853334359663168721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/853334359663168721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/853334359663168721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear...'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/140/361946777_1255f795cf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-3953368911483821071</id><published>2007-08-27T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:22:08.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurray!</title><content type='html'>New Kalan Porter cd tomorrow! I'm going to own it. You betta believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SsJSyP--IhU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SsJSyP--IhU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-3953368911483821071?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/3953368911483821071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=3953368911483821071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3953368911483821071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/3953368911483821071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2007/08/hurray.html' title='Hurray!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-1966487492325639751</id><published>2007-08-23T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T20:01:48.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ha HA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HA!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It really is a word, according to Dictionary.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;twinge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - noun, verb, twinged, twing·ing.&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1. a sudden, sharp pain: &lt;em&gt;On damp days, he's often bothered by a twinge of rheumatism.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. a mental or emotional pang: &lt;em&gt;a twinge of guilt; twinges of sorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;3. to affect (the body or mind) with a sudden, sharp pain or pang.&lt;br /&gt;4. to pinch; tweak; twitch.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used without object)&lt;br /&gt;5. to have or feel a sudden, sharp pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Synonyms 1. spasm, cramp, pang, stab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How d'you like them apples?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-1966487492325639751?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/1966487492325639751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=1966487492325639751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/1966487492325639751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/1966487492325639751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2007/08/ha-ha.html' title='ha HA!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-4196385925145635819</id><published>2007-08-10T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T17:30:40.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eff you, you loser.  You could have gotten better speakers at Wal Mart.</title><content type='html'>So, I went out to my car this morning to go to work, and I gots a nasty surprise waiting for me.  The little triangular window in my rear passenger door was shattered.  And the speakers were missing from the back deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;They weren't incredibly high-tech speakers.  They did their job, and that was all I needed them to do.  They weren't very fancy looking.  They were just speakers. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So now, you losers, you get a cheap set of speakers, and I have to get a window replaced.  According to Dad, the most expensive window in the car.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't you have gone in through the windshield?  Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they thought they were doing me a favour, breaking the smallest window...idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home from work, I decided to clean out my car.  Now the only thing in there that they can steal is a bottle of sunscreen that's 1/3 full, a pair of fuzzy dice, and my club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was doing this, a green van parks in front of me, a woman gets out, sees the glass from my window that was on the street and asks "Is this from your car?" &lt;br /&gt;I said yes, and she said "Yeah, they got my van too."  They took her stereo.  Which, like my speakers, was nothing special.  Factory standard issue, or whatever the term is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though it's terrible that anyone's car got broken into, I'm kinda glad I'm not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-4196385925145635819?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/4196385925145635819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=4196385925145635819' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4196385925145635819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4196385925145635819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2007/08/eff-you-you-loser-you-could-have-gotten.html' title='Eff you, you loser.  You could have gotten better speakers at Wal Mart.'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-1281273961551409601</id><published>2007-08-07T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:28:26.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeee!!</title><content type='html'>Allow me to take a moment  to be the teenage girl that I am (for the next 26 days!!!  Then I enter adulthood :S).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOING TO SEE JOSH GROBAN ON THE 12TH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;    That's right, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JOSH &lt;/span&gt;freaking &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GROBAN&lt;/span&gt;!!!!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, video for Kalan Porter's new single "Down In Heaven"  Yay!!!  New album "Wake Up Living" comes out August 28th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jgWsAvs4zfQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jgWsAvs4zfQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy Moore's new album "Wild Hope" is fantastic, and everyone should listen to it.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h1mqlBbiPPE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h1mqlBbiPPE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today.  Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-1281273961551409601?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/1281273961551409601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=1281273961551409601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/1281273961551409601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/1281273961551409601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2007/08/squeee.html' title='Squeee!!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-9204149469529062933</id><published>2007-08-04T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T14:57:03.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex!  Do the Mashed Potato with your father!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MWnw7X8VLTw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MWnw7X8VLTw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-9204149469529062933?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/9204149469529062933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=9204149469529062933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/9204149469529062933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/9204149469529062933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2007/08/alex-do-mashed-potato-with-your-father.html' title='Alex!  Do the Mashed Potato with your father!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-7761517828228679639</id><published>2007-08-01T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:53:49.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeez people!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do a woman walking her dog, a 60 year old man on a bicycle, a man heading home after work,  and a 75 year old Sikh have in common?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They feel the need to wander around and explore a construction site.  Never mind the giant machinery that could kill you in nano-seconds if the operator didn't know you were there.  Never mind the giant holes in the ground you could fall into.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-7761517828228679639?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/7761517828228679639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=7761517828228679639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/7761517828228679639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/7761517828228679639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2007/08/jeez-people.html' title='Jeez people!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-8639592161441034484</id><published>2007-07-27T18:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T18:58:23.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;TGIF BABY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-8639592161441034484?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/8639592161441034484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=8639592161441034484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/8639592161441034484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/8639592161441034484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2007/07/tgif-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-4235244690689800967</id><published>2007-07-24T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T15:42:42.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work and the HEAT!</title><content type='html'>It's been SO FREAKING HOT for the last week or so. Today I thought I was going to die. At about 7:30am. That's sad.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing against work. Or getting hours. But when the humidex bumps the temp up to 41 degrees Celcius, and all I have to do is sit in my car, that's freaking ridic. Especially if you add PMS to the equation.&lt;br /&gt;It's not bad when you actually have work to do. But as awesome as it is to get paid $14/hr to read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, doing it in a car in 41 degree heat SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;So I definitely pretty much told Glen I was going home.&lt;br /&gt;I took a grade for K/Carl at 1:30 and he was like "Come back in about an hour."&lt;br /&gt;I blew up. I was like, "If Glen says it's okay, I'm going home, and you can get your lazy butt out of your air conditioned machine and take one grade per hour."&lt;br /&gt;Glen got there, and I said "It's too bloody hot, and I have PMS. Can I go home?"&lt;br /&gt;He said yes.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm home, I'm clean, and I'm going to buy Hanson. Maybe they'll make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heatstroke/exhaustion is not sexy.  My goal is to avoid both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-4235244690689800967?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/4235244690689800967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=4235244690689800967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4235244690689800967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/4235244690689800967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2007/07/work-and-heat.html' title='Work and the HEAT!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213233.post-1792371898079051381</id><published>2007-07-18T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T21:47:56.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes!</title><content type='html'>So I always thing of things at work that I should blog about. Do I ever remember what they are when I get home? No.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a fun time. Drama Reunion weekend was a blast. Seeing so many familiar faces, and eating so much good food.&lt;br /&gt;Hanson are coming out with a new album on July 24. It's called The Walk. You bet your Aunt Fanny I'm going to purchase it. All the reviews I've read say that it's AMAZING. Well, they don't use all caps, but I'm guessing that they wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I get my camera back from Karmyn (I lent it to her for her trip to Toronto, cause hers died) I think I'm going to take it to work and take pictures with everybody, and blog/start a Facebook album for them. I don't care if they think I'm a freak. I probably am. They can deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;I went to my second bellydance class tonight. It was awesome. One of the other girls complimented me on my shimmy. That was exciting. I discovered that the way I've been 3/4 shimmying since the workshop I took is very different than the one Beth is trying to teach us. The one we're learning is 'step-1-2-3' and the one I learned before is '1-2-step'. Which is so much more natural. Maybe I don't want to layer stuff on my 3/4 shimmy. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;That's about it...I'm gonna go relax and maybe read a bit before I have to make tomorrow's lunch and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with "The Great Divide" from Hanson's upcoming album "The Walk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8hMtvAHN2iU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8hMtvAHN2iU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213233-1792371898079051381?l=nargus87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/feeds/1792371898079051381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213233&amp;postID=1792371898079051381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/1792371898079051381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213233/posts/default/1792371898079051381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nargus87.blogspot.com/2007/07/yikes.html' title='Yikes!'/><author><name>Brynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221011202516043325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX20IevwzRU/Tu6BgZrVrnI/AAAAAAAAANY/EVcxGh24m38/s220/march%2B7%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
