<?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-6736324</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:22:40.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a dirty whore</title><subtitle type='html'>Vagas is the best social "group" in the world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-109164913418753682</id><published>2004-08-04T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T14:52:14.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy Crap!!  I should probably update a little more often than once every 2 months...but hey...i've been busy.  Lots to tell though!  I'm now officially 19!  Not that being 19 is anything special but at least i'm older than i was.  Work is ok.  I'm not getting as many hours as i'd like to, and the pay sucks, but it's fun still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is Party on the Patio at Cheddar's, and Ambient Green is playing.  GO NICK!  Then staff meeting at 10 pm.  Who in their right mind schedules a staff meeting for 10 o' clock at night???  I sure wouldn't.  We still have people sitting around eating at 10:00. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who haven't heard yet...me and Matt are WAY over.  Not that it should come as a real shock to anyone.  I have to say, i'm not even really all that suprised by it.  Anyway, I'm dating someone else now.  (I sure do get around)  His name is Chris, and you probably won't hear just too much about him unless you really want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristy and I threw a birthday party for ourselves on July 31 at the Country Inn and Suites.  It was a blast.  Probably around 25 people total showed up, though not all at once.  The manager told us he didn't care what we were doing in the room as long as he didn't get a bunch of complaints from the people in the rooms around us.  Good news: Not one single complaint...and we were really loud too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all for now kiddies&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, and All That Jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-109164913418753682?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/109164913418753682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/109164913418753682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109164913418753682' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108605828298999067</id><published>2004-05-31T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T21:51:22.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My parents have returned from their beautious childfree vacation.  They got back around 6:00 this morning and of course i was passed out cold in my bed.  I have now seen more pictures of my sister than I ever really needed to.  Yes, i miss her, and yes i'm proud of her for graduating boot camp, but i honestly didn't need to see a picture of every step she took.  It was a little much.  But the 'rents are again home and it looks like they'll be here for quite awhile before they leave again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horseback riding adventure, mentioned in the last blog, was quite exciting.  I rode a horse.  And by horse, I mean a monstrous creature that resembles a horse.  That animal was freakin' huge!  I didn't have a saddle either.  It was nonetheless, fun fun fun.  I highly recommend horseback riding to everyone and everyone who is capable of getting up on one.  Honestly...this horse was huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to party on the patio at Cheddar's on wednesday night.  Kristy and I watched as the hordes of drunken people made fools out of themselves while Ambient Green played.  Ambient Green is a local band (of which Nick Brown is the lead singer) and they kick ass!  We then drove out into the middle of nowhere for the after party, and i froze my little tushie off.  But more fun was to be had!  Armed with a half gallon of vodka, and what was left of a green margarita, we headed off into the grassy patch on the side of a cornfield, known as "the creek."  Once the bonfire actually got started, we warmed up and had a grand ol' time.  Yes...this is something i wish to never again experience.  Mark (no last name as so he can not be identified except by those who were there) is a real asshole after he's been drinking...and when he's sober, so basically he's an asshole all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working on Thursday night.  It was great.  Texas Roadhouse has a lot of great people working there, and most of the people who come in are really nice.  I love my job.  I don't really do much, and I get paid less that a two-dollar hooker on a slow night, but it's great.  Bonus, I get to eat all the peanuts and rolls and french fries I want and can drink all the free lemonade i can handle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't gotten my schedule for next week yet, but I'll let everyone who wants to know when I'm working know.  That's all for now.  Tune in next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, and All That Jazz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108605828298999067?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108605828298999067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108605828298999067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108605828298999067' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108508334527520182</id><published>2004-05-20T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T15:02:25.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...today is it.  The last full day my parents will be in town.  Ok..maybe not the LAST full day, but it seems like it.  My mom will be home all day tomarrow so it's not the same as if she were at work.  They leave early saturday and I think they'll be gone a full week.  My sister graduates from basic training in exactly one week, and I'm a little suprised she enjoyed it as much as she did.  Honestly, I would have kinda enjoyed going with my parents on vacation...just not by myself.  Sadly, my family doesn't get along as well as some families do.  My parents qualify as history geeks, and they don't understand anything i enjoy.  So basically, a family vacation without my sister is my parents enjoying themselves while i watch TV in the hotel room by myself.  Not exactly what I want to do for the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get to ride a horse.  For years and years and years, I have wanted to ride a horse, and now I finally get to.  Amy is picking me up in a little over an hour and we're gonna ride horses!  I'm super excited.  I love horses...they're so pretty! (My inner child has taken over...sorry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, and All That Jazz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108508334527520182?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108508334527520182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108508334527520182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108508334527520182' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108493811909948388</id><published>2004-05-18T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T22:41:59.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geeeeez....I've become a lazy blogger.  I really need to keep up.  And..sadly, after almost a week of not posting, I don't have all that much to tell you wonderful people.  I guess I can start by announcing my wonderful news.  I...got...a...job!  Yes, the Texas Roadhouse now has Muah as an employee.  I have my orientation on monday then probably start training and stuff on wednesday!! I HAVE A JOB!!!  Can ya tell i'm a little happy about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...what else is new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are leaving for their Florida/South Carolina trip on Saturday, which of course means I'll have the house all to myself for an entire week.  YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes the wonderful news and exciting things that have taken place in the last week. Short...yes.  Interesting...not so much.  True...of course!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108493811909948388?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108493811909948388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108493811909948388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108493811909948388' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108442009918170816</id><published>2004-05-12T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T22:48:19.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy Crap!!  I've been studying my brains out and it's about time i took a break.  I have only one final left and of course it's the one i have to actually study for. Not to mention that it's at 8:00 am tomarrow morning.   I don't think I've ever been at Richland any time before 8:30.  It's gonna be rough.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than my complete lack of study skill there is absolutly nothing to say, but because i don't want to go back to my anatomy notes just yet, I'm gonna keep rambling.  The weather today was pretty nice.  Sunny and warm for most of the day, then sometime around 5 or so it started to rain.  I missed the fact that it rained, i just saw that the driveway was wet afterward...and Ferg was complaining about it rainging on him at work.  My english final only took about an hour to do.  We  didn't have a test or anything, the entire class just had to give oral reports about our ten page research papers.  What fun that was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again...i'm out of things to say.  I DON"T WANT TO STUDY ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;Die finals week...do you hear me?  i said D-I-E!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108442009918170816?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108442009918170816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108442009918170816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108442009918170816' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108432780896985755</id><published>2004-05-11T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T21:10:08.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only two days of the semester left.  It doesn't seem possible.  It's been 12 WHOLE months since i graduated high school. Craziness.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my interview at the Roadhouse last night went great.  I have to go back for another one on thursday though.  I'm super excited.  I really want to work there, plus i really need a job.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I didn't really do anything but sit on my butt at home and watch music videos all day long.  Think of this as a preview to what my summer will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108432780896985755?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108432780896985755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108432780896985755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108432780896985755' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108422441153538173</id><published>2004-05-10T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T16:26:51.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah...Monday on the final week of the semester.  Such a happy and sad time.  Happy because I don't have to step foot in this place after thursday (at least until next semester), and sad because I won't see all the couchies until next fall (if they're still here).  Anyway...already taken one final today and i have another one in about 35 minutes.  I'm not worried though...it's open note and should be fairly easy.  Tomarrow, no finals!!  Only one on wendnesday, and then one more on thursday and i'm D-O-N-E!!!  How super is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made $113 dollars selling back my books today.  I'm so happy to get rid of them.  I'll never have to see that Calc book again.  YAY!  Also, got a call from the manager at Texas Roadhouse earlier.  Yes...I, Muffy, have an interview for tonight at 8:30..wish me luck.  I'll let ya'll know how that goes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love and All That Jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108422441153538173?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108422441153538173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108422441153538173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108422441153538173' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108389580398014192</id><published>2004-05-06T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T21:15:40.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished watching the final episode of Friends.  And even though I have a warm gushy feeling inside, i'm not ready for the show to be over.  It kept me entertained for years.  I hate when shows i like go away.  It's always hard to find something good to watch anyway.  I taped the final 2 hours, and they will be playing tomarrow night, so Kristy and everyone who hasn't seen it yet can watch.  Good times.  It ended just like it should have though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new to tell so i'm gonna shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, and All That Jazz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108389580398014192?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108389580398014192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108389580398014192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108389580398014192' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108379361532710671</id><published>2004-05-05T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T16:52:38.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh...thought this was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.deskslave.org/viewmeme.pl?un=radioface&amp;meme=1074624728' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Your Stripper Info by &lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/users/radioface/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;radioface&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;first name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='first name' value='Danielle' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='age' value='18' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Stripper Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Muffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Specialty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;mastering those stilettos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Customers say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;"There IS a god..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='radioface'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074624728'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Created with the ORIGINAL &lt;a href='http://memegen.deskslave.org/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108379361532710671?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108379361532710671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108379361532710671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108379361532710671' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108379234664471575</id><published>2004-05-05T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T16:30:12.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Cinco De Mayo!!</title><content type='html'>Yes...today is the day when millions of mexicans will get drunk and be merry...along with millions of americans of course.  I myself will remain sober until the weekend, staying with me earlier vow of no more drinking during the week.  As of Friday evening, approximatly around 6:00 p.m. I will be all by my lonesome in my house.  Yes my friends...my parents are going away for the weekend.  I'm a littla paranoid that i'm going to end up with 40 people in my house instead of the intended "15" that i had planned on.  The number keeps growing, and the smell of beer will last for days.  I'm gonna get my little arse grounded I'm sure.  I need to buy air freshners and febreeze and brownie mix.  The three put together better damn well make the smell go away by sunday afternoon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  Today was pretty boring.  I woke up an hour earlier than i needed to, because for some reason I thought I had class at 9:00 this morning.  Of course I didn't, but I was here at school bright and early anyway.  Spent the day going to classes (yes I actually went to all of them today...shocking i know) then went home to have a long awaited lunch.  This whole thing about having class til 2 in the afternoon just doesn't work for me, but next semester is going to be worse.  Only 2 more days of classes, and 3 days of exams for me and it's HELLO SUMMER BREAK.  I've been waiting 4 months for this time to get here.  Sure finals suck, but the reward of 3 months off is well worth the agony.  I love summer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out last night that my mom is getting me Cubs tickets for my b-day.  As far as i can see that's great..but i found 2 problems. 1) The game she plans on getting tickets for is 2 weeks before my birthday. No biggie, I'll just get my present early and have a good time. 2) The game also happens to be the same day as Matt's big 2-0 b-day.  Yes...July 11, the day my boyfriend turns 20, I will be in St. Louis watching the Cubs and Cards game with Kristy.  Isn't that just peachy!  Oh well...Matt will just have to settle for getting his present from me the night before. (Not that i have any plans on what to give him...I still have a couple months for that)  This summer is shaping up to be B E A Utiful!! (i need to stop watching movies.)&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, and All That Jazz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108379234664471575?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108379234664471575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108379234664471575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108379234664471575' title='Happy Cinco De Mayo!!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108369744847336116</id><published>2004-05-04T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T14:07:59.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yeah...this little thing was created by the fabulous and wonderful Kelie herself.  yup yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.deskslave.org/viewmeme.pl?un=thefaerietanzle&amp;meme=1074647406' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;How Gay Are You? 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Of course, being in love with a famous singer is nothing new, but he's just dreamy!! (drooling)  Anyway, the Rascal Flatts concert was AWESOME!!  Kristy, Ashley, and I had a lot of fun.  We even got the afore mentioned dreamy person's autograph! (bonus-it's personalized as "To Danielle" *sigh*) We even got several pictures of his very nice rear end!  Obssession is now in overdrive...can you tell?  I forgot how much I love going to concerts...I must remember to do this again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...Today hasn't been very interesting. I cleaned. but SUPRISE!! We got our new kitty!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, and All That Jazz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108344129389236907?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108344129389236907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108344129389236907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108344129389236907' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108327781803666688</id><published>2004-04-29T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T17:34:35.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First off...i just want to say a quick Happy Birthday to Debbie and Lindsay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.  Today was crap.  Not because I felt bad, but because I've been put in the center of a bad situation.  Last night Ferg broke up with Kristy (p.s. his reasons were a bunch of BS if you ask me), and of course I love kristy to death so I've been doing what I can to try and make her feel better.  I don't really want to be in the middle of everything but there isn't anywhere else I could be.  Kristy is one of my best friends, and Ferg is Matt's best friend so......I'm smack dab in the middle of it all.  I'm going to try not to hold anything against Ferg, but it's going to be difficult.  Anyway, I think Kristy is better off.  She hadn't been real happy the past couple weeks anyway..so to heck with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally recovered from my party on monday night.  That is the last time i will drink on a weekday when I have to get up for school the next day. (All of my friends can hold me to this.)  It's really hard to only get a few hours sleep, then have to go sit through an hour long class with a hangover.  I've done it twice now and i NEVER want to do it again.  No more alcohol for me Sunday through Thursday!!!!  I'll leave the partying to the weekends.  That way i can sleep in and have no worries.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomarrow is the Rascal Flatt's concert.  I'm super excited.  I've been waiting four months for this concert.  It was supposed to be in February, but it got postponed until tomarrow.  ARRGGG!!  Hooray for concerts!!!!  That's all for now I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, and All That Jazz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108327781803666688?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108327781803666688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108327781803666688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108327781803666688' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108316892590463681</id><published>2004-04-28T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T11:19:41.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know i haven't blogged for a couple days but there really isn't too much interesting stuff going on.  (unless you count me getting drunk on monday interesting.)  I was a little hung over yesterday so i didn't get on the internet at all until really late, and by then I was too tired to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents finally found out when we're getting our new kitten.  We'll be getting her on Sunday.  I have class in about 45 minutes, so I'll blog more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, and All That Jazz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108316892590463681?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108316892590463681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108316892590463681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108316892590463681' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108292200450014974</id><published>2004-04-25T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T14:44:16.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW...i've been slacking on the blogging.  There's not really much new but i'll go ahead and tell you bout my weekend anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I did.....absolutly nothing.  I was so tired i went to bed around 9:30.  I remember seeing about half of Friends, then not much else.  My parents woke me up around 10:30 cause they heard a loud crash that shook the house and thought I'd done something stupid.  I hadn't, but the next day we found out that a plastics plant in Illiopois had blown up.  They had felt shockwaves all the way out in Cerro Gordo.  They even evacuated half of Illiopolis.  It's kinda scary knowing it happend and I felt it without knowing what it was.  Stuff like that just doesn't usually happen 'round here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night rolled around, and after a very unsuccessful day of shopping, Kristy and I got ready to head out for Ashley's b-day.  We ate at Texas Roadhouse (yum yum) then went to Trent's so we could follow him to the Eclipse over in Springfield.  I love Ashley to death, but honestly I now think Trent is a complete ....there is no way to put it nicely so i just won't say it.  We still had fun, and headed back to decatur hoping to have a little more fun.  We ended up at the bowling alley with Matt, Zach, Scooter, Kater, Cajun, Ben, and other people I've met before and didn't really know.  About the time we got there it was midnight and OFFICIALLY Ashley's 19th b-day.  YAY! Happy B-day Ash!!  And Happy early B-day to Debbie (i think hers is on thursday...but i could be wrong)  I need to learn to watch what I say around Matt.  I'd had a little bit to drink and caught myself saying those 3 little words....yeah...stopped myself...i'll be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, and All That Jazz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108292200450014974?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108292200450014974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108292200450014974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108292200450014974' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108267377849844995</id><published>2004-04-22T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T17:47:06.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arrggg at rain and coldness!  Of course, like the ditz i am, i wore flip flops to school today.  Not that there is anything unusual about that...it was just a really bad day for it. First of all because it rained and now my feet are both wet and extremly cold, and secondly because flip flops have absolutly NO traction in puddles (also makes running very difficult).  It started raining about 9:00 this morning and didn't stop until just about an hour or so ago.  But the farmers needed rain, so i guess it's a good thing.  (Not that i'm a farmer but hey...gotta give em props for growing my food) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristy and I went shopping for Ashley M's b-day present today.  All i can tell you about that right now is that we are absolutly, 100 %, genuine evil!  I can hardly beleive what we got for her.  Shame on us.  If you're just bursting with excitement and have to know, we're giving it to her tomarrow at school so just find us or her and ask. (or whatever)  Fun times.  I'm just worried that when my birthday rolls around I'm gonna get some helle revenge for this.  I'm a little scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to get another kitten today.  Not that we don't already have enough cats, but this one is just absolutly adorable and incredibly tiny to boot.  The lady at the pet place called earlier and told us that we can't bring her home just yet because one of their other kittens got sick so all of them have been quarentined for 10 days.  Basically I have to wait til next monday to get my new kitty.  Makes me sad...and i hate having to wait for things. (Waiting for Kelies wedding is KILLING me!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, and All That Jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm the bee's knees man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108267377849844995?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108267377849844995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108267377849844995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108267377849844995' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108251756410646929</id><published>2004-04-20T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T22:23:29.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alot of things have been running through my head tonight.  I keep thinking about Brennan (the best non-related brother a girl could ask for).   Then that leads to thinking about my other friends that i hardly get to see: Amanda, Joey, Joe Joe, Louis, Khourtney, John, Stefie, Ammy, Justin, Kyle....the list just keeps goin.  I have great friends right here at home, but it would be so awesome to have them all here in one place.  I miss all of them so much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, my mind logically ended up on travel.  Of course a roadtrip to go visit everyone would be fantastic.  First up to Wisconsin, then to Kansas, then Vegas (to see Joey and Louis of course), back through texas, over the 'bama, up to West Virginia, and finally through Ohio on the way home.  Just a big ol' circle of fun.  ARGGG  i need a road trip in the worst way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108251756410646929?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108251756410646929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108251756410646929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108251756410646929' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108247531906032370</id><published>2004-04-20T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T10:39:23.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, just a few days ago i was complaining about the sudden heat wave that made me upt away my jeans and hoodies.  Well..would you beleive it.  I've gotten them out again because It's only about 60 degrees outside right now...with the wonderful addition of rain.  I like rain.  Not the pouring so hard you can't see where you're driving kind of rain, but the lets go run barefoot through the puddles kind of rain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really new to report.  My life is unceasingly boring and uneventful.  I did however find out that my parents will be leaving town for mother's day weekend.  Then just two weeks after they get back, they'll be leaving again to go to south carolina and florida.  Unfortunatly, because i don't have a job, i will most likely have to go with them to florida, and be subjected to my parents type of entertainment. (i.e. "oh look at that historical monument" type of vacation)  Sad but true, me and my parents do not get along.  They don't understand me, and i really don't want to understand them.  My dad is a history freak and incredibly boring to talk to unless you happen to also be an avid lover of all things old and "historical".  Plus, they both sell insurance for a living.  I don't think life can get much more boring than insurance.  I've listened to a lot of conversations in my life...but by far the most boring is when my parents start talking about insurance.  Seriously puts me to sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;The one year i actually want to take a vacation over the summer, has to be the year i'm forced to go, alone, with my parents and no one anywhere near my age to talk to.  (I guess it might shed some light on things to tell you that my parents are both in their 50's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...that's all I've really got for now.  &lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, and All That Jazz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108247531906032370?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108247531906032370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108247531906032370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108247531906032370' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108222661140716476</id><published>2004-04-17T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T13:35:28.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Illinois weather never ceases to amaze me.  Just three days ago, people were wearing sweatshirts and jeans, and the wind was just crazy. But now, I had to turn the air conditioning on because i'm roasting to death.  Don't get me wrong.  I love the sun, I just wish it wasn't so darn hot outside.  I suppose i could use this nice weather to get the tan i so desperatly need, but i don't like the heat!....besides...me and humidity do NOT get along at all.  So i'll sit inside hoping tomarrow will be a little cooler and i can lay out in the back yard.  Honestly...i just wish it would be sixty degrees with the sun out...i love that kind of weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108222661140716476?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108222661140716476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108222661140716476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108222661140716476' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108206347883617037</id><published>2004-04-15T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T16:15:17.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have discovered something.  Oatmeal Cookie Chunk ice cream.  I know what you're thinking...i thought the same thing.  "Who would want ice cream that tastes like oatmeal?"  Well...I was intrigued, so i decided to buy it.  I payed the $2.89 for my pint of ice cream (ben and jerry's is expensive), and took it home to taste test.  And damn is it yummy.  Of course i recommend this flavor only to those who throughly enjoy an oatmeal cookie in cookie form...but yummy it is indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for my little dilemma.  My friend/person i used to date Ryan and I haven't hung out since sometime around november.  I talk to him every once in awhile online, and hardly ever see him or speak to him out at RCC.  Well, since i decided not to go to the frat party on Saturday like i had originally planned, I made plans with him to hang out with Ryan. Now, i knew that Matt didn't like Ryan, but i didn't really know why, so i figured it wouldn't be that big of a deal.  I talked with Debbie about it on the phone last night, and her advice was to tell Matt and just make sure he was okay with me hanging out with a guy he doesn't like. (p.s. it's not like Ryan is gonna try anything with me...he knows better)  Anyway, today at school, I brought up weekend plans and mentioned spending saturday night with Ryan.  Not only did Matt seem absolutely pissed, but he didn't seem that crazy about the fact that i kinda dated him either.  Apparently, back awhile ago, Ryan said something (completely untrue) about Matt to a girl he was sorta dating at the time, and she broke it off with him.  Matt seriously wanted to beat the crap out of him...and Zach did too.  Now i dont know what to do.  I want to hang out with Ryan cause he's my friend and everything, but Matt is REALLY uncomfortable with it.  ARRRRGGGGG!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108206347883617037?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108206347883617037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108206347883617037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108206347883617037' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108200324356661525</id><published>2004-04-14T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T23:31:20.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Hey....I stole this one from Melissa...who stole it from Erin.  Just keeping with the trend of stealing things.  Does that make me a kleptomaniac if I am only stealing things online?  Oh well....i don't really care...think of me as you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//10 bands you've been listening a lot to lately: &lt;br /&gt;1. Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;2. Jet&lt;br /&gt;3. Garth Brooks &lt;br /&gt;4. Kenny Chesney&lt;br /&gt;5. New Found Glory&lt;br /&gt;6. Lit&lt;br /&gt;7. Offspring&lt;br /&gt;8. Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;9. Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;10. Jessica Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//09 things you look forward to: &lt;br /&gt;1. Summer vacation&lt;br /&gt;2. Kelie's wedding!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Warped Tour&lt;br /&gt;4. My B-day&lt;br /&gt;5. The 6th of every month...for now anyway&lt;br /&gt;6. the weekend&lt;br /&gt;7. rascal flatts concert&lt;br /&gt;8. my parents goin on vacation&lt;br /&gt;9. roadtrip!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//8 things you like to wear: &lt;br /&gt;1. flip flops&lt;br /&gt;2. lei jeans&lt;br /&gt;3. hoodies&lt;br /&gt;4. my jelly bracelets&lt;br /&gt;5. toe rings! one on each foot&lt;br /&gt;6. t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;7. anything blue&lt;br /&gt;8. my pink shirt from AE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//07 things that annoy you: &lt;br /&gt;1. people treating me like i'm stupid&lt;br /&gt;2. girls who wear thongs with skirts (can we say hoochie?)&lt;br /&gt;3. erica's unending cuteness&lt;br /&gt;4. my hair&lt;br /&gt;5. my phone ringing at 2 a.m. &lt;br /&gt;6. capri pants&lt;br /&gt;7. boys (of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//06 things you say most days: &lt;br /&gt;1. Hey Hey&lt;br /&gt;2. what the fuck? (shame on me for the bad language)&lt;br /&gt;3. anyone got a dollar?&lt;br /&gt;4. i need a hug &lt;br /&gt;5. yay!&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't feel like going to class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//05 things you do everyday: &lt;br /&gt;1. eat&lt;br /&gt;2. sleep&lt;br /&gt;3. smile&lt;br /&gt;4. hug erica&lt;br /&gt;5. talk to people online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//04 people you want to spend more time with: &lt;br /&gt;1. Brennan (mr. i have to move to georgia)&lt;br /&gt;2. Linda&lt;br /&gt;3. Kelie&lt;br /&gt;4. Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//03 movies you could watch over and over again: &lt;br /&gt;1. Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;2.  Pretty Woman&lt;br /&gt;3. Remember the Titans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//02 of your favorite songs at the moment: Just two??????? &lt;br /&gt;1. Ocean Avenue - Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;2. Are You Gonna Be My Girl - Jet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//01 person you could spend the rest of your life with: &lt;br /&gt;1. Brennan.....my best friend in the world ( i miss him sooooo much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go everyone. Have a great day and floss your teeth.  You shouldn't neglect your gums.&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, and All That Jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108200324356661525?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108200324356661525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108200324356661525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108200324356661525' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108191273740790504</id><published>2004-04-13T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T22:33:02.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes.  It's another one of those quiz/survey/fill this out and send it on things.  I know they're annoying but i love them too much.  Call it an addiciton if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Name: Danielle Lynnette Fozard&lt;br /&gt;Any nicknames?: lots....Foz, Fozzy, dirty whore (dw for short), hey you...and most recently Pinto&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: July 26...i expect presents&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, What's your sign?: Leo...birthday should have given that away.&lt;br /&gt;Natural hair color: brown&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: blue/grayish blue&lt;br /&gt;Coca-Cola or Pepsi: pepsi...diet actually&lt;br /&gt;Favorite ice cream flavor: too many to pick just one&lt;br /&gt;Favorite color: dun dun dun....blue&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now: red track pants and a t-shirt....this question sounds familiar&lt;br /&gt;If you could be anyone else for a day, who would it be?: i don't wanna be anyone else for a day...could i be a clown fish instead?&lt;br /&gt;What's your biggest pet peeve?: stupid questions&lt;br /&gt;Dream vacation spot: toughie...maybe the bahamas&lt;br /&gt;Who's your best friend?: not the person who wrote this&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?: umm...no&lt;br /&gt;What was the last song you listened to?: redneck woman...don't know who sings it but it's good&lt;br /&gt;Last movie you saw: mona lisa smile....not great but not bad either&lt;br /&gt;All time favorite movie: pretty woman....makes me cry everytime&lt;br /&gt;Favorite season of the year: hmm...not spring exactly...but not summer either....somewhere in between is good&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morning person or a night person?: night person all the way!&lt;br /&gt;Can I borrow ten bucks?: i think not&lt;br /&gt;Would you let me borrow your car?: not a chance&lt;br /&gt;Nike or Reebok: if forced to choose....nike&lt;br /&gt;What CD is in your stereo right now?: i don't think there is one in there...if there is it's a burned mix cd&lt;br /&gt;Seen any good shows lately?: yeah...but friends reruns were better the first time around&lt;br /&gt;Favorite animal: i love giraffes&lt;br /&gt;Favorite day of the week: i didn't know people had favorite day's of the week&lt;br /&gt;Favorite holiday: new years....fun times&lt;br /&gt;Sandals or Tennis Shoes: flip flops please&lt;br /&gt;Dream job: something that pays above minimum wage&lt;br /&gt;Favorite place to shop: american eagle...i'm beginning to feel stalked&lt;br /&gt;Do you smoke?: no&lt;br /&gt;Drink?: like a fish&lt;br /&gt;Now seriously, can I borrow your car?: again...not a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108191273740790504?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108191273740790504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108191273740790504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108191273740790504' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108180642290265991</id><published>2004-04-12T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T16:52:58.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok...today was kinda boring but I haven't posted for a couple days anyway.  Haven't gone to class yet today, so my psych and english professors are going to be really pissy on wednesday.  Me and Kristy decided to go to Taco Bell for lunch.  That seems to be the only place we ever eat at...but it's soooo good.  After that, we went to the mall and shopped for cologne.  Yes...we shopped for MENS COLOGNE.  I know i have a few months til Matt's birthday but I'm horrible at birthday stuff so i'm trying to get ideas now.  (In case I didn't already tell you, Matt and I had a long talk on Friday night and everything is much better now.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Zach, Kristy, and Matt all came over and we stayed up til 2 a.m. watching movies.  Then I had to get up at 8 to go to church for easter service.  Talk about sleeping through church.  But at least I wasn't snoring like the kid in the row in front of us was.  He was LOUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I really have for ya now.  &lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, and All That Jazz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108180642290265991?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108180642290265991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108180642290265991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108180642290265991' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108163707764956932</id><published>2004-04-10T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T17:48:28.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says: "Suddenly, something pushed him."  Not much of a plot developer.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can, what is it closest to: suprisingly, the book i just put down &lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?: John Q&lt;br /&gt;4. WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is: 5:28&lt;br /&gt;5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?: 5:35&lt;br /&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?: the little yappy dog next door &lt;br /&gt;7. When did you last step outside? what were you doing?: umm..around 1:30 this morning...i just got home&lt;br /&gt;8. What are you wearing?: t-shirt and jeans &lt;br /&gt;9. Did you dream last night? probably but i don't remember it&lt;br /&gt;10. When did you last laugh? when i talked to Kristy on the phone earlier&lt;br /&gt;11. What is on the walls of the room you are in?: not much really...that's what happens when you let my dad decorate the office&lt;br /&gt;12. Seen anything weird lately?: depends on what you call weird&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you think of this quiz?: i'm suprised to find out it's a quiz&lt;br /&gt;14. What is the last film you saw? Lord of the Rings: Return of the King.....i don't get out much&lt;br /&gt;15. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?: McDonalds breakfast...mmmm&lt;br /&gt;16. Tell me something about you that I don't know: i used to have an eating disorder&lt;br /&gt;17. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?: hmm...curing the common cold would be nice&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you like to dance?: depends on the situation&lt;br /&gt;19. George Bush: is the president&lt;br /&gt;20. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?:   Amanda&lt;br /&gt;21. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?: Wesley&lt;br /&gt;22. Would you ever consider living abroad? Of course...sounds like fun to me&lt;br /&gt;23. Will you pass on this survey?: considering i stole it, i would feel bad keeping it to myself....so i'll just allow others to steal as i have done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays are great.  I get to sleep in.  Then i get to clean.  Then i get to do my laundry.  I love clean clothes.  They smell sooo good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random person has pointed out to me that yesterday's post didn't make much sense.  Well, in fact, for those who saw thursday's post in it's short lived glory, yesterday's post made perfect sense.  So HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...moving on.  I'm craving pizza.  Pizza and beer. mmmmmmmmmm.  I wrote a song about pizza and beer.  A bad song, but none the less a song.  I'd sing it for you but i wouldn't want your ears to bleed.  I'm gonna get a movie, order some pizza, and try to pretend i have beer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, and All That Jazz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108163707764956932?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108163707764956932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108163707764956932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108163707764956932' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-10815345393350774</id><published>2004-04-09T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T13:19:29.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel TONS better today than I did yesterday....except for the really bad indigestion.  I went to bed really early, got lots of sleep, and woke up feeling pretty good.  John being back in the hospital yesterday just really freaked me out and my mom says it threw me into a bit of a tailspin.  She hadn't seen me that upset since my grandpa died 7 years ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see my nephew today too.  Clayton hadn't been here for almost 2 weeks.  He's so cute. He's missing his bottom 2 front teeth and his top ones are loose.  It's so funny.  I can't wait til all his front teeth are gone and he's talking with a lisp.  Little kids are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.  &lt;br /&gt;Love, Peace, and All That Jazz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-10815345393350774?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/10815345393350774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/10815345393350774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#10815345393350774' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108139244577436914</id><published>2004-04-07T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T21:54:34.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>**Attention: The following Blog started from me getting pissed off when Justin IM'ed me out of the blue.  I apologize for any foul language that may be used and for all boringness**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I just a magnet that pricky boys like to attach themselves to????  After almost 3 months of hardly saying a word to me, Justin suddenly decides he wants to be chatty.  Out of nowhere I get an IM from him.  &lt;strong&gt;Gut reaction:&lt;/strong&gt; What the fuck is going on?!?!  I mean honestly...does he really think that i want to talk to him???  (For those who don't know who Justin is, you're better off that way)  I swear, he just ruined what was a perfectly good day!  I want to kick him in the junk (a.k.a. his gonads) That horrible excuse for a human being!  He's such a piece of SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have the worst taste in guys...EVER.   Honestly...i don't want anymore ex-boyfriends that refuse to fall off the face of the earth!!!  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, and All That Jazz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108139244577436914?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108139244577436914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108139244577436914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108139244577436914' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108136774772076449</id><published>2004-04-07T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T14:59:56.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am angry.  &lt;strong&gt;Pissed&lt;/strong&gt;, if you will.  Erica and I have been discussing some things and are now ready to boycott the bra industry.  Yes, that would mean we would no longer wear bras, something i am not wholly comfortable with, but it's just not fair.  We pay $40 for ONE bra simply because are chests are not as well developed as some.  Honestly, I know a good number of males who have a larger chest than i do, yet the bra industry delights in hiking up the prices for them to pad our bras.  Come on...i can pad it myself if i really want to.  Yes, I understand that women with large boobs have just as many problems, if not more, and can also have difficulty finding properly fitting attire.  But still......could someone make a bra for small chested women that isn't padded like a phsych ward room?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...my little rant is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still at school.  Class doesn't start for another 2 hours, and i have completely run out of things to do.  Matt took my car to work with him so i can't even go home if i want to.  (He's coming back to pick me up after class of course.)  And so goes the life if a college student in the middle of Illinois.  No it's not a glamourous life, but it's mine.  And i LOVE it.  (perhaps LOVE isn't the proper word, more like mildly accept it)  To those who don't know, Illinois isn't much more than a bunch of corn fields and a big city some like to call the STATE of CHICAGO.  No...CHICAGO is NOT a state...simply the city that Illinois dangles from.  Illinois is basically a large tumor on Chicago's butt.  No wonder Governor Blagojevich (or as we so fondly refer to him, governor blowjob) lives there.  I myself despise Chicago.  I can't stand large cities for more than a couple hours. They're so loud and everything moves at such a fast pace.  I like the small town i live in.  Sure there is nothing to do, but it's quiet, it's slow, it's the only place I have ever called home.  It's where I want to leave to go to college, but come back to and be able to relax.  It's not where i want to live for the rest of my life, but I like it here, I'll most likely end up living somewhere very similar...and that's just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, there is no logical method to my posting.  I just kind of type whatever pops into my head at the time.  Like right now I'm thinking about elephants.  Where did elephants come from?  Why are their noses so long?  And what's with those ears? I mean really...elephants are weird.   Umm....yeah....that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erica is about 10 feet away from me right now........&lt;strong&gt;BOO!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahhahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, and All That Jazz!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108136774772076449?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108136774772076449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108136774772076449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108136774772076449' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108135842435014190</id><published>2004-04-07T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T12:24:11.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay for Wednesday!!  no...not really.  Is it just me or does the middle of the week just suck?  Anyway, it's finally an absolutely beautiful day outside and guess what i did.  I wore a skirt.  It's a miracle!!!  I never wear skirts.  I think that all four years of high school i wore a skirt to school.....maybe twice.  I hate my legs...not that i think they're fat or anything but mostly because i am as pasty white as you can get without being an albino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only noon and I'm already ready for a nap.  I have to be one of the laziest people i know.  I skipped my psych class today...but i still have to go to calculus tonight.  That class is EVIL...EVIL i tell you!  Luckily tomarrow is the last day of classes this week and I only have Anatomy tomarrow! *jumps around happily*   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now...i'll post later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Peace, and All that Jazz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108135842435014190?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108135842435014190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108135842435014190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108135842435014190' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108130240673854838</id><published>2004-04-06T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T10:07:53.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes I'm posting for the 3rd time today...Got a problem with it????   I must learn to fight this addiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img42.photobucket.com/albums/v128/thefaerietanzle/franklin.bmp&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Franklin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/anonymousnowhere/quizzes/Which%20Peanuts%20Character%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Peanuts Character are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108130240673854838?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108130240673854838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108130240673854838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108130240673854838' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108130085528959284</id><published>2004-04-06T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T20:24:41.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK....i stole this from Kelie...who stole it from Mike, and she is certain he stole it from someone else.  Therefore i have no problems with you stealing it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not: a natural blonde&lt;br /&gt;I love: myself...more than i should really&lt;br /&gt;I hate: walruses&lt;br /&gt;I fear: my friends going away&lt;br /&gt;I hope: i graduate&lt;br /&gt;I hear: the TV&lt;br /&gt;I crave: potatos...mmmmmmmm    (and pocky!)&lt;br /&gt;I regret: lots of things...but mostly ever dating JD&lt;br /&gt;I cry: during the MasterCard commercials where the dog gets lost....very sad&lt;br /&gt;I care: so much it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I always: smile til my cheeks hurt&lt;br /&gt;I believe: (keeping with the trend) in a thing called love&lt;br /&gt;I feel alone: all the time&lt;br /&gt;I listen: to lots of music&lt;br /&gt;I hide: more things than i should&lt;br /&gt;I drive: a car my parents pay for ('02 Toyota Echo)&lt;br /&gt;I sing: when i'm in the mood...usually in my underwear in front of the mirror&lt;br /&gt;I dance: like i'm having a back spasm&lt;br /&gt;I write: pretty much only when i have to&lt;br /&gt;I play: flute...monopoly...like a little kid&lt;br /&gt;I miss:  my childhood&lt;br /&gt;I search: but never find&lt;br /&gt;I learn: at school occasionally&lt;br /&gt;I feel: like i need a nap&lt;br /&gt;I know: that my mommy loves me&lt;br /&gt;I say: alot of bad things&lt;br /&gt;I succeed: at breathing&lt;br /&gt;I dream: in color! but more than just red&lt;br /&gt;I wonder: where i'll be in 10 years&lt;br /&gt;I want: to move out&lt;br /&gt;I have: great friends&lt;br /&gt;I give: but take more&lt;br /&gt;I fell: out of a tree once&lt;br /&gt;I fight: like a girl&lt;br /&gt;I need: a job&lt;br /&gt;I laugh: alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there ya have it. All wonderful and filled out and everything.  I could just sit here and admire my work forever.  No....i really couldn't.  Maybe for a couple minutes...an hour tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't just too horrible.  Went to class (only had one today) and took my test.  Not really sure how well i did on it but I'm hoping I at least got a C.  Tomarrow is going to be, probably, the worst day of the week.  I have to get up early, got to school and be Miss Super Bio Lab Assistant person for two hours, then go to my incredibly usless psych class where all i do is zone out anyway, 3 hour break with nothing to do, then i have to go to the worst class ever thought up by the human mind....Calculus.  I keep ignoring the teacher and doodling in my notebook.  Bad thing to do especially with it's the second time i've taken the class and I &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; need to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went off around the internet looking for out of state schools i could go to.  There is NO WAY I am staying in this hell hole people like to call Illinois.  I'm thinking about maybe goin to University of Texas - El Paso.  My dad has some relatives that live down there, and most importantly they have my major! Kinesiology and Physical Therapy!!    *Sigh* Oh the life i live.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has turned out to be alot longer than i originally intended it to be...so i'm gonna stop now.  Love to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108130085528959284?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108130085528959284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108130085528959284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108130085528959284' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736324.post-108128211723825566</id><published>2004-04-06T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T15:12:57.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I HAVE A BLOG....I HAVE A BLOG!!!!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...calming down now so i can continue as the semi-normal person that i somtimes am.  Anyway, for the people out there who aren't up in the gossip tree (or who don't know me altogether), i'm dating matt now.  In fact, today would be one month exactly!  How did i forget that one???  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to the fabulous and oh so wonderful Kelie for making my blog so purdy!  And a special congrats on the engagement...the ring is superfantabulous. (yes i'm making up words)   Erica and I are gonna be the best bridesmaids in history....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t w00t and all that stuff.....I'll blog again later probably&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736324-108128211723825566?l=vagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108128211723825566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736324/posts/default/108128211723825566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108128211723825566' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15532115286404351133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
