<?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-5887799983296426184</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:37:56.053-07:00</updated><category term='vacation and ice'/><category term='picnic tables'/><category term='urine'/><category term='screams'/><category term='mace'/><category term='sucky musuck suck suckyface'/><category term='dark alleyways'/><category term='ibs'/><category term='drink water'/><category term='business suit'/><category term='shit faced'/><category term='maybe a couple bumble bees'/><category term='throat cutting'/><category term='exes'/><category term='christmas decorations'/><category term='smelly feet'/><category 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=7381045439332501413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/7381045439332501413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/7381045439332501413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/07/gabe-sucks.html' title='gabe sucks'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-6598467164283979033</id><published>2008-06-28T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:44:45.344-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no i&apos;m not hungover'/><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>i've been having all sorts of urges this morning. first i wanted to delete my blog. then i wanted to get my nose pierced again but the place nearby doesn't open till noon. then i decided i wanted to dye my hair but i can't decide on a color. now i kind of want to do all those things and drink some water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry erik, my minutes start over today. feel free to leave 6 minute messages again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGZbGsRQIUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/2cl4xYOH-pE/s1600-h/nasty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGZbGsRQIUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/2cl4xYOH-pE/s320/nasty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216957388876161346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this fascinates me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-6598467164283979033?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6598467164283979033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=6598467164283979033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/6598467164283979033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/6598467164283979033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGZbGsRQIUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/2cl4xYOH-pE/s72-c/nasty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-8949754921374225310</id><published>2008-06-23T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:44:47.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss watching movies with my friends :^('/><title type='text'>gravy</title><content type='html'>my roommate still sucks. i just heard her yelling at my roommates cat. yeah, he might be a bitch, but still....she sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the weekend with my mom and brother. one of my brothers. it was nice to see them. slightly stressful and anxiety provoking, but nice. they got in on saturday and we all went out to dinner......i ate pizza.....it's been a whole year!! i felt pretty terrible afterwards but i think i needed to do it. i've been thinking about it and whenever i think about something for a few months i can usually eat it once and never want to eat it again. it's out of my system. it's only happened a few times since i've been vegetarian so i don't feel so bad. i'm going to fast for the next couple of days so i can cleanse my body of the terrible cheese toxins. at around 10:30 we went to navy Pier to watch the fireworks show. it was hellllla crowded and the show was mediocre at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother and i came back to wicker park that night and decided to go out. we got some alcohol and started drinking at around 12:45 or so. we didn't head out to the bars until 2:30. whoops. we went to the bar a couple blocks away. we were already drunk. i bought a drink and he ended up drinking half of it even though he was way more wasted than i was. the bar closed at 3 so i was going to send my brother back to the hotel. after a couple of failed attempts to give him very confusing/drunk directions for the train, i decided to just shove him in a cab and send him on his way. he refused because he didn't want to waste the money. so i forced him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't ready to go home so i headed to a 5am bar. somehow i ran into a guy i knew on the way and we chatted briefly about where i'm working now. when i finally got to the bar it was hella crowded, as usual. so i bought myself a drink and sat next to this guy. he told me if i was going to sit there i needed to tell him a joke. i told him the only joke i knew was a distasteful joke about jews. he was ok with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked the rest of the night. he told me he was 80% gay. then he asked for my phone number and said he wanted to hang out soon. i don't really remember anything we talked about but i remember we got along really well. he gave me a ride home and by that time the sun was up. he and his friend invited me back to their place to read trivial pursuit cards but i declined saying i should probably sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was hangover recovery day. i was soooooo hungover but i had to go back downtown to hang out with my family again. my mom was in conferences all day so my brother and i crashed on the hotel beds and watched bad movies all day. i watched legally blonde twice because i was too lazy to find the remote. hangovers suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i woke up and walked around the city by myself for a while. it was really nice. i got to see some places i've never seen before. the city is really beautiful. slow people are annoying. i don't think i can go there very often because it's infested with tourists. slow, gawking, tourists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've blogged enough, here are some photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBiMi3koTI/AAAAAAAAASk/1nvzv-8LL_U/s1600-h/june+08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBiMi3koTI/AAAAAAAAASk/1nvzv-8LL_U/s320/june+08+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215276336152879410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom and i at navy pier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBiNGPxuuI/AAAAAAAAASs/vCOTzTHMnSQ/s1600-h/june+08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBiNGPxuuI/AAAAAAAAASs/vCOTzTHMnSQ/s320/june+08+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215276345649642210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;navy pier again. i love the city at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBiNUWYLKI/AAAAAAAAAS0/4unomJj99Dg/s1600-h/june+08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBiNUWYLKI/AAAAAAAAAS0/4unomJj99Dg/s320/june+08+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215276349435423906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame ass fireworks show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBiNsqx7UI/AAAAAAAAAS8/GdzORyoq6YU/s1600-h/june+08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBiNsqx7UI/AAAAAAAAAS8/GdzORyoq6YU/s320/june+08+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215276355963448642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it would be cute to change the lettering of the elevator sign in my mom's hotel. it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBj74S9k3I/AAAAAAAAATE/HtNhRvmsw_4/s1600-h/june+08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBj74S9k3I/AAAAAAAAATE/HtNhRvmsw_4/s320/june+08+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215278248870384498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBj8IDZIkI/AAAAAAAAATM/rqLQ_Fum8YU/s1600-h/june+08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBj8IDZIkI/AAAAAAAAATM/rqLQ_Fum8YU/s320/june+08+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215278253100048962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother an i peed in this tricked out mcdonalds. it was really modern and it looked as though they might have actually put some thought into the design. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBj8lEsHYI/AAAAAAAAATU/25g7gptZ-4I/s1600-h/june+08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBj8lEsHYI/AAAAAAAAATU/25g7gptZ-4I/s320/june+08+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215278260890115458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more mcdonalds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBj8-ZF1XI/AAAAAAAAATc/_tchTOWFfbc/s1600-h/june+08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBj8-ZF1XI/AAAAAAAAATc/_tchTOWFfbc/s320/june+08+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215278267686573426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was about the only picture my brother would allow me to take of him. it was in the mcdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBlP66RDWI/AAAAAAAAATk/8IwVuWMvuRY/s1600-h/june+08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBlP66RDWI/AAAAAAAAATk/8IwVuWMvuRY/s320/june+08+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215279692681121122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight we ate at my ideal restaurant. ESPN zone. the place was covered with TVs. ALL playing sports. mostly baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBlQNicbuI/AAAAAAAAATs/hgzhky5Zbs4/s1600-h/june+08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBlQNicbuI/AAAAAAAAATs/hgzhky5Zbs4/s320/june+08+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215279697681477346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if the 15 TVs on the wall 10ft in front of you aren't enough, there are also TV's on the table. you could choose the team you wanted to watch and adjust the volume. now i know what heaven is like.......surprisingly they had a salad i could eat there. i had to make a bunch of modifications to it but it wasn't bad.....for a fucking ESPN restaurant. &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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBnFoqGOFI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ddZfYkHeeEQ/s1600-h/theblacklodge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBnFoqGOFI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ddZfYkHeeEQ/s320/theblacklodge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215281715006027858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel like watching twin peaks right now but i don't have the money to rent it. can someone plllllleeeeease buy me all the seasons for my birthday??? i will love you forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-8949754921374225310?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8949754921374225310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=8949754921374225310' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/8949754921374225310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/8949754921374225310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/gravy.html' title='gravy'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SGBiMi3koTI/AAAAAAAAASk/1nvzv-8LL_U/s72-c/june+08+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-7089355142655985771</id><published>2008-06-14T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T02:49:20.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss my dance buddies'/><title type='text'>the sun is rising</title><content type='html'>i just got home from the continental. it's the 4am bar here. they played the best dance music i've ever heard at a bar. it was amazing. i had a really good time tonight. despite the fact that i've never felt so violated by sleazy assholes in my life as i did at this bar. i guess that's what i get for going out dancing alone. being groped by strangers sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this blog doesn't make much sense it's because i'm still drunk and the sun is coming up. i guess i should go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my date sucked tonight btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-7089355142655985771?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7089355142655985771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=7089355142655985771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/7089355142655985771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/7089355142655985771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/sun-is-rising.html' title='the sun is rising'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-791852737571765765</id><published>2008-06-13T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T06:52:12.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='only 1 out of about 23'/><title type='text'>#1 reason why my new roommate sucks</title><content type='html'>i woke up this morning around 7:30 and of course the first thing to cross my path were the cats begging for food. except this time there was no jasper. sometimes he gets trapped in one of my roommates rooms so i didn't think much of it. as i sat down to breakfast i noticed my roommate had left the kitchen window cracked about 4 inches. i stopped and immediately started crying. i knew he had gotten out. i know my cats. jasper has this amazing ability to fit through very small areas. i walked out to the deck area and looked around a little but i knew he was gone. he's not the type to hang around. so i got my bag and set out to look for him. still crying. i walked to the alley way and called for him. during this time i was trying to figure out which picture i would use for his LOST poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; after a few minutes i heard a little, pathetic meow. it was jasper. it took me a while to figure out where he was. he was hiding under a motorcycle that had a weather cover over it. oh and did i mention it stormed like a bitch last night. poor thing. he was a little shaken and has some weird grease on his back (probably from the motorcycle) but other than that he was ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i confronted my roommate about it later and this was her response: "oh really? what a dummy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanted to punch her in the face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-791852737571765765?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/791852737571765765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=791852737571765765' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/791852737571765765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/791852737571765765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/1-reason-why-my-new-roommate-sucks.html' title='#1 reason why my new roommate sucks'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-241302862652109822</id><published>2008-06-06T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:35:39.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation and ice'/><title type='text'>wow....</title><content type='html'>i've already had to flip off 3 different people today and it's not even 5:00. &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; i think that's a new record for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-241302862652109822?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/241302862652109822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=241302862652109822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/241302862652109822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/241302862652109822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/wow.html' title='wow....'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-5159030770897821994</id><published>2008-06-03T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:17:17.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tiles</title><content type='html'>i just got bombarded by cats. whenever one of them figures out how to open the door the others follow and they craw all over my bed and smell things until they get bored about 6 minutes later and decide to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rarely get the desire to blog anymore but i figure i would update those of you i don't talk to on a regular basis. i've gotten some urges lately to discontinue my blog because i feel that if you really give a shit about what's going on in my life you would contact me some other way. blogs are cheating. but then i had a late night conversation with erik about this and he told me i was over thinking things. which is probably true but i can't exactly control my brain when it comes to my thought process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have an interview on friday at a super hip bakery down the street. they're always playing good music when i'm in there so maybe i'll like the place. if i get hired i'll have 3 jobs....ooppsss...i guess i might quit the stupid one and keep the thai restaurant. i've made some friends there and i make really good money when i waitress. the other job can suck it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been drawing comics lately but i'm too embarrassed to show anyone except ilenia. i've given her a couple (a new one is in the mail for you!). i really enjoy doing it but i lack any sort of drawing ability so i'm working on that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom and brother are coming in a few weeks. my mom will be here for business so i wont get to see much of her. her company is giving her free tickets to the lionel richie concert and she wants me to go with her. UNFORTUNATELY i work tuesday nights. durn. i'll probably hang out with my brother a lot. which is good because we haven't spent much time together the past year. he wants to hang out in wrigglyville (aka "bro"ville). i said hell no. i'll stick to wicker park even if it is overrun by boring hipsters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blaaahh i have to go to my other job now so i've got to cut this one short...not that my blogs are ever long or meaningful... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-5159030770897821994?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5159030770897821994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=5159030770897821994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/5159030770897821994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/5159030770897821994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/tiles.html' title='tiles'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-2101551993420509146</id><published>2008-05-27T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T13:28:22.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i did it'/><title type='text'>suck it</title><content type='html'>sorry i haven't updated in a while. i'm on my hour break in between jobs right now so i hope this makes you happy....gabe. i'll be typing while i'm shoving my face full of lettuce while i try to finish my meal before i bike off to my next 6 hours of serving assholes. i've been very busy working and haven't had the urge to blog. i thought of something i wanted to blog about yesterday but i decided it would offend almost everyone that probably reads my blog so i decided against it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching montel right now. it's about violent tweens. yeah, tweens. there are some albino twins on right now and thier mom is all upset and shit. all the videos they're showing don't seem that abnormal. they just seem to be average boys but whatever. maybe that mom needs to get some balls and take charge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new job is really great. i make really good money and the people i work with are nice. i ended up hanging out with the guy that trained me on my first night until like 2am. i was crazy tired when i got home but i had a really good time. i finally found someone that appreciates my dumb humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my old boss from the vegan restaurant called me yesterday for no reason. he just wanted to "see how i was doing". it was a really awkward conversation. i think he wanted to hang out that night but i told him i was really tired. weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can really blog about right now is my work so it's probably a really boring read. which is why i have no desire to blog. maybe when my life starts getting exciting i'll have more to say. everything i think of to blog about seems to be offensive in some way so i think i'll keep my opinions to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-2101551993420509146?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2101551993420509146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=2101551993420509146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/2101551993420509146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/2101551993420509146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/suck-it.html' title='suck it'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-9170640041129631626</id><published>2008-05-13T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:08:35.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robomax'/><title type='text'>shucks</title><content type='html'>i came across a crumpled piece of origami on the sidewalk today.  it reminded me of an assignment i had in fifth grade once.  we had to learn how to do something and then teach the class.  i decided to learn how to make a jumping frog out of paper.  you folded up the paper, like origami, and if you pushed on the end it was supposed to jump.  most of the class got it from what i remember.  there's always a few dummies out there who fuck up, but overall i think it was a success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; another kid taught us how to tie a tie.....like on a business suit.  i don't remember how to do it anymore but every time i try i think back to the fifth grade.  i wonder if he still knows how or if he even needs to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone else taught us how to make a stuffed snow man out of a sock.  i think that was my favorite.  mostly because it was something larger than a tea cup i could acutally take home and stare at until i got sick of it or "too old" to care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could be 10 again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-9170640041129631626?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/9170640041129631626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=9170640041129631626' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/9170640041129631626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/9170640041129631626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/shucks.html' title='shucks'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-9184659294161243187</id><published>2008-05-12T21:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:44:51.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maybe a couple bumble bees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbows and flower gardens'/><title type='text'>grand</title><content type='html'>the other night some guy told me i had an old soul.  i don't know what that means.  or if it's good or bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drank too much caffeine tonight.  i hope i can sleep.  sorry for talking your ear off tyler.  you know how i am on coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erik.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, when the fuck was that pic taken of me and channing on your myspace?? i don't remember that at all.  i look wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can pick me up friday evening.  my bus gets in at 7:50pm.  so get there at 7:49:56pm central time.  it's in KC at 10th and main.  don't ask me for directions cuz i don't know.  mapquest that shit.  and bring all my bitches with you.  oh, and i might need a ride back monday morning around 10ish.......so.......um......i would give you gas money......i love you.......or i guess i could hitch hike.  i'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo excited to see you.  i have gifts and lots of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilenia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get your fucking phone fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me bitchass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stephen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suck it.  i'll see you in july.&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;here are some memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SCkggPZ0cNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/DHehedxXmlk/s1600-h/100_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SCkggPZ0cNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/DHehedxXmlk/s320/100_0959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199722983038677202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SCkmavZ0cXI/AAAAAAAAARs/Vx9e3HXd8v0/s1600-h/100_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SCkmavZ0cXI/AAAAAAAAARs/Vx9e3HXd8v0/s320/100_0339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199729485619163506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SCkma_Z0cYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/bbmUQFqYNtg/s1600-h/100_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SCkma_Z0cYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/bbmUQFqYNtg/s320/100_0386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199729489914130818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SCkoR_Z0cZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/bHmYpYeYvMc/s1600-h/100_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SCkoR_Z0cZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/bHmYpYeYvMc/s320/100_0440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199731534318563730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SCkoSPZ0caI/AAAAAAAAASE/a4VWVd4k_1I/s1600-h/100_0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SCkoSPZ0caI/AAAAAAAAASE/a4VWVd4k_1I/s320/100_0857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199731538613531042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SCkoSfZ0cbI/AAAAAAAAASM/9BTyr6HvXH4/s1600-h/100_0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SCkoSfZ0cbI/AAAAAAAAASM/9BTyr6HvXH4/s320/100_0861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199731542908498354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SCkoSvZ0ccI/AAAAAAAAASU/eATRzP4rr5s/s1600-h/100_2050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SCkoSvZ0ccI/AAAAAAAAASU/eATRzP4rr5s/s320/100_2050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199731547203465666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SCko3fZ0cdI/AAAAAAAAASc/ugU6aTHeC2M/s1600-h/100_2058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SCko3fZ0cdI/AAAAAAAAASc/ugU6aTHeC2M/s320/100_2058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199732178563658194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-9184659294161243187?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/9184659294161243187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=9184659294161243187' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/9184659294161243187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/9184659294161243187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/grand.html' title='grand'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SCkggPZ0cNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/DHehedxXmlk/s72-c/100_0959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-1504068676092371027</id><published>2008-05-08T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:41:29.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vodka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolla billz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business suit'/><title type='text'>check it</title><content type='html'>i got my real person job!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was all in the business suit. guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who don't know about this job, it's with americorps. americorps is kind of like the peace corps minus the 2 year contract and living in a foreign country. i'll be working in chicago public schools with kids. yeah, kids. i know nothing about kids. i hated them for a long time, actually. so you might be wondering why i want this job. it's because i love things that challenge me and i think this might be a little challenging. i also get payed next to nothing so i'll probably have to have a second job on the weekends. most likely waitressing. they offer food stamps if i didn't want a second job but i think i'll need money for traveling throughout the year. i get the same school vacation as the kids so i'll be going to kansas or miami or new york. hopefully all three. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it starts in september so i still have 4 more months of working a shitty job 6 days a week. yay!!!! i think this will be great because ive been thinking about doing ESL in japan next year. i'm sure having this experience would make me hella qualified for ESL which would be really exciting. hey neesa we should do it together!!!! that would be insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i also got my 300 big ones from our lovely government so i bought my plane ticket for new york today. i'll be there in early july for 5 days. i'm soooo excited!!! neesa i know you dont check my blog often enough so i'll post the details on your myspace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilenia, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was your last day of school. i'm so happy for you!! i just got your message about the email from the ra ra riot guy. thats pretty rad. it's because youre so awesome and god wants you to party. if i could i would send you 10 dollars in the mail to buy yourself a cheap bottle of vodka to get wasted off of tonight. live it up. you only finish school forever once. i don't even know what i did on my last day of classes. got wasted i'm sure. we'll celebrate next week. 7 days!!!!! i'm counting down. i have a present for you. you're going to love it. over and over.&lt;br /&gt;kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-1504068676092371027?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1504068676092371027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=1504068676092371027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/1504068676092371027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/1504068676092371027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/check-it.html' title='check it'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-7063246373753745246</id><published>2008-05-07T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:44:51.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strawberries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oatmeal'/><title type='text'>beef tips</title><content type='html'>i quit my job today. well....one of them. i gave them 7 minutes notice. whoops. i made some rice and watched maury. guess what the topic was???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my "big person" interview yesterday. i was pretty nervous. yeah, i wore my business suit. two people interviewed me and it took about an hour. about 20 minutes into it i began to think about the vegan cookies i had back at home. i had forgotten about them so i got pretty excited. i think it went well. i should hear something within the next 2 weeks, so i'll let you know. i hope i get it so i can finally feel like i'm doing something important with my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SCIHey_YTcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/oHu9_NXzDcI/s1600-h/business.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SCIHey_YTcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/oHu9_NXzDcI/s320/business.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197725145604050370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i'm going to do the rest of the day. it's my last day off before i come to lawrence so i feel like i should use it wisely. cut copy is playing here tonight. i would like to go and dance the night away but i think it's sold out. bummer. neesa, if you were here we would have bought tickets last month and we would already be wasted right now waiting until 10 came around so we could dance until we dropped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i might walk around and take some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i cut my hair too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-7063246373753745246?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7063246373753745246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=7063246373753745246' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/7063246373753745246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/7063246373753745246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/beef-tips.html' title='beef tips'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SCIHey_YTcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/oHu9_NXzDcI/s72-c/business.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-7429904310874490478</id><published>2008-05-03T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:44:52.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whisky + beer = drunk asshole'/><title type='text'>i like your scarf</title><content type='html'>why is it that the drunkest asshole in the room is always the one that hits on me. do i really look like i would be receptive to that shit. gawd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went downtown today to explore and find something proper to wear to my interview. i got off the train and started walking. i came across this crazy looking amphitheater in millennium park. there were hundreds of people and some weird band playing. so after walking around staring at people i realized it was a polish festival. that explained why everyone around me was speaking another language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a dummy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards i walked to the lake front. it was cold and kind of rainy but it was really beautiful. i regretted not bringing my camera on this trip otherwise i could have posted pics!!!! whoops. looks like ya'll will have to visit me in person to see that shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i finally did it. i bought a business suit. i thought about my mom when i was looking, and what she would have to say about all the things i was looking at. too shiny, too tight, too trendy. the funny thing was, she called me during this. for some reason it just pissed me off so i didn't answer. i found something i thought my mom and i could agree on so i spent 50 big ones and decided to go back home. i listened to her message later while walking back to the train. in the message she told me she had bought me a business suit. i swore very loudly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering my interview is in 3 days, i have no idea what she was thinking. is she going to fed ex it to me overnight or something!?!?! wtf?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally uploaded some pics of my apartment. they don't really do it justice. it looks to be really boring and lame but its super cute. so suck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SBziMzLSNSI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Bc8_RyWdXF4/s1600-h/April+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SBziMzLSNSI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Bc8_RyWdXF4/s320/April+08+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196276779602556194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SBzikzLSNTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iXupEL6JVk0/s1600-h/April+08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SBzikzLSNTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iXupEL6JVk0/s320/April+08+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196277191919416626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SBzi5zLSNUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/V5TM9IxliQI/s1600-h/April+08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SBzi5zLSNUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/V5TM9IxliQI/s320/April+08+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196277552696669506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SBzjtTLSNVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/kywdVfj7D_U/s1600-h/April+08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SBzjtTLSNVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/kywdVfj7D_U/s320/April+08+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196278437459932498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SBzjtzLSNWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/TTkEN4gRBI8/s1600-h/April+08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SBzjtzLSNWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/TTkEN4gRBI8/s320/April+08+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196278446049867106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun at the party tonight kittens!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-7429904310874490478?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7429904310874490478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=7429904310874490478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/7429904310874490478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/7429904310874490478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-like-your-scarf.html' title='i like your scarf'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/SBziMzLSNSI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Bc8_RyWdXF4/s72-c/April+08+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-2189282812966928419</id><published>2008-05-01T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:18:43.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tofu pussy'/><title type='text'>because i can</title><content type='html'>i'm getting really tired of the boys i work with.  the other day they made a pussy out of tofu.  then decided to smother it with cucumber sauce.  after countless attempts to get me to look at it i finally told them to fuck off.  i think they got the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news though.  i have another job.  not that it will allow me to quit the other one yet but at least i can have some breathing time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i have done the past 2 days is eat, get strong uges to cut my hair, and get sad for really dumb reasons.  i think i'm PMSing.  this hasn't happened for a long time.  maybe i dont want my period to come back.  fuck this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom sent me a check for 50 big ones for a business suit and in the memo line she wrote 'think conservative!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost vomited after noticing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who know about the current mother situation, you should know how i feel right about now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i went out to look for something to wear to my interview next week i was attracted to the trashiest things.  hmm, i wonder why that was.  i think i'll go to the ghetto thrift store down the street and spend $10 and spend the rest of the money on booze.  that'll show her!!  right?  except she'll never know and if she actually found out i would feel really bad.  maybe i'll spend it on cat toys instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neesa didn't answer her phone so im going to watch some weird science now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-2189282812966928419?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2189282812966928419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=2189282812966928419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/2189282812966928419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/2189282812966928419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/because-i-can.html' title='because i can'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-4114722901893600300</id><published>2008-04-29T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T12:28:17.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy nissy'/><title type='text'>my pillow smells</title><content type='html'>my mom called me this morning. i had just woken up and i was hungover. she told me about this business suit she found at macy's that was marked down from $280 to $80 but she wasn't sure if it would fit me. that's really the only part of the conversation i payed attention to. i don't even know if she ended up buying it for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want some orange juice right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the words "business suit" will make me cringe for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-4114722901893600300?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4114722901893600300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=4114722901893600300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/4114722901893600300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/4114722901893600300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-pillow-smells.html' title='my pillow smells'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-1419598313395970811</id><published>2008-04-27T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:01:04.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark alleyways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purple'/><title type='text'>i'm really surprised</title><content type='html'>i didn't get mugged last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such an idiot sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-1419598313395970811?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1419598313395970811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=1419598313395970811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/1419598313395970811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/1419598313395970811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-really-surprised.html' title='i&apos;m really surprised'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-1760577246163608131</id><published>2008-04-26T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T09:32:18.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='throat cutting'/><title type='text'>yeah, i know</title><content type='html'>i haven't posted in a while.  so what.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been on the phone with sprint for the past hour trying to get my bill figured out.  i'm hella annoyed so this post might be bitchy.  my roommates have had like 3 people over in the last 45 minutes to look at the apartment.  they are all potential roommates of mine for the next few months but i really don't care to meet them.  i just want them to leave so i can take a shower.  it's kind of funny to listen to their conversations.  all fake and bullshit.  "yeah, OMG, it's so cute", "oh so youre in school, thats cool, blah blah blah blah".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres some other childhood videos i was thinking about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8v9yUVgrmPY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8v9yUVgrmPY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qdGrT6nviEA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qdGrT6nviEA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored and poor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-1760577246163608131?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1760577246163608131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=1760577246163608131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/1760577246163608131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/1760577246163608131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/yeah-i-know.html' title='yeah, i know'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-7140954050974992764</id><published>2008-04-20T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:02:03.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screams'/><title type='text'>this one's for my ladies</title><content type='html'>ah, the good ol' days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LiDpMfEeo3Q&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LiDpMfEeo3Q&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/5887799983296426184-7140954050974992764?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7140954050974992764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=7140954050974992764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/7140954050974992764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/7140954050974992764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-ones-for-my-ladies.html' title='this one&apos;s for my ladies'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-5791979997687493616</id><published>2008-04-20T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:28:26.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little slut</title><content type='html'>i was thinking about this video today.  i probably haven't seen it in 12 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty badass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qiSkyEyBczU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qiSkyEyBczU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/5887799983296426184-5791979997687493616?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5791979997687493616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=5791979997687493616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/5791979997687493616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/5791979997687493616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-slut.html' title='little slut'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-5468532322425420155</id><published>2008-04-13T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T08:24:54.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drink water'/><title type='text'>peanut budder</title><content type='html'>why did i post that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should somehow make my blog inaccessible when i'm drunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-5468532322425420155?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5468532322425420155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=5468532322425420155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/5468532322425420155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/5468532322425420155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/peanut-budder.html' title='peanut budder'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-8466828573342215727</id><published>2008-04-13T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T03:41:31.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exes'/><title type='text'>pound for pound</title><content type='html'>it's almost 6 in the morning......i guess adderall was a bad idea.  whoops.  erik just called me.  i guess he didn't expect me to answer.  i did.  we had  a nice conversation.   sorry erik, next time you call me at 5:30 i probaby wont  answer, unless i snort some adderall. but  i don't plan on doing that again for a while.  it's kind of lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tummy hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-8466828573342215727?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8466828573342215727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=8466828573342215727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/8466828573342215727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/8466828573342215727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/pound-for-pound.html' title='pound for pound'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-8338317384760984273</id><published>2008-04-12T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T20:09:22.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rubber bands</title><content type='html'>.......i think i got stoned last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just snorted some adderall.  shit, what's chicago doing to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone from lawrence, he'll remain unnamed, forced me........ok, not really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm drunk right now.  it's only 10.   damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kittens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-8338317384760984273?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8338317384760984273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=8338317384760984273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/8338317384760984273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/8338317384760984273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/rubber-bands.html' title='rubber bands'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-2429210744574350503</id><published>2008-04-10T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:44:53.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ibs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas decorations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urine'/><title type='text'>i could be at neon right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ripped a hole in the crotch of my pants today at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; that was cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also just ate like a cup and a half of cashews and almonds and now my tummy hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i might be allergic to wheat gluten which sucks ass because it makes up about 2/3 of the menu where i work. the rest of it is fried. and i don't eat that either. but there is one salad i can eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i took a trip to the whole foods market today. it was a rainy walk to the bus stop but it felt really good. the whole foods market here is actually cheaper than the merc. so the merc can suck it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187855521612499570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R_73HEfDCnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/XyxenpIwr68/s320/suckit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i accidentally bought a lot of heavy things and didn't realize i had about 20 minutes of walking to do in the rain. then i was a really big idiot and bought coffee. there was no way i could carry that shit while walking in the rain and successfully drink my coffee. i ended up spilling most of it. it was shitty coffee anyway. not worth the 1.80 i spent on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm beginning to like my job more each day. my boss lets me choose which music to play so i just bring my ipod and play whatever i feel like. but i have to avoid depressing/offensive things. so that rules out about 72% of what i listen to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's interesting to see the kind of people that come into a vegan restaurant. i would never guess some of these people were vegan. it's actually really awesome. whenever someone gets excited about being vegan it makes me excited all over again. then i end up blabbing for like 5 minutes until i realize i should probably shut my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the people i work with are interesting as well. they're all totally different, but we all get along really well. i'm trying to teach the mexican boys that work in the kitchen to teach me spanish but i don't think they understand. one of them just calls me honey and sweetie or bonita, then he gives me the sexy eye. i remind him of my name and then shake my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still don't think he knows my name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i took pictures of my apartment to show yall but i'm too lazy to upload them right now. it would probably only take like 4 minutes........but.......i just don't feel like it. maybe tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i feel like the new kid at school eagerly waiting for someone to invite them to the pizza party. too bad i'm so shy. it's ok, i'm keeping myself too busy to be lonely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187854155812899426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R_713kfDCmI/AAAAAAAAAO8/VQxcpk-o1ko/s320/PizzaParty1987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;holy shit. did anyone ever play this game when they were little???!!!! i fucking loved this game. my brothers and i would play it all the time!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;happy birthday sally. i miss you. i wish i could be there to take "a few" birthday shots with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187853086366042706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R_705UfDClI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7U0HHNuCAiM/s320/bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hope this makes up for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sometimes i think i can melt into things, but i know i can't.  you know, like alex mack, except i wouldn't turn into mercury or whatever, i would just take on the properties of whatever i melted into.  i think that would be cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that was weird.  i'm so high right now.  you believe me......right tyler?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wish, so i could fall asleep.  i guess coffee fucks me up for 12 hours.  should have thought about that around 11 this morning.  whoops.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i noticed tonight on my walk home from work that my neighbors are currently prepared for every major holiday.  they have christmas, halloween, easter, and the forth of july taken care of.  i think i'll do that when i'm older and acutally give a shit about littering my house with holiday decor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxxxxxxxxxxx&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/5887799983296426184-2429210744574350503?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2429210744574350503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=2429210744574350503' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/2429210744574350503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/2429210744574350503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-could-be-at-neon-right-now.html' title='i could be at neon right now'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R_73HEfDCnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/XyxenpIwr68/s72-c/suckit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-8673123223706228091</id><published>2008-04-02T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:44:55.919-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zits'/><title type='text'>sloppy seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hey friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think today was productive. i job searched for about 5 hours and then came home and passed out for another few hours. this shit is exhausting. then i decided to take a walk. a long walk. out of hipsterville and to the city. it's about 3 miles from where i live. it was really great. there were a few sketchy areas that creeped me out along the way but i didn't get mugged. success! i decided to take the train back home instead of walking another hour or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184837147932094658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R_Q96mS98MI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PRbZS4p2Yn8/s320/April+08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also ran into an old friend from lawrence randomly on the street today. weird. i like him but the only downer is that he used to be kind of obsessed with me. every time i would see him out he would beg me to marry him or he would tell me that he hated me. so........yeah. not really sure i actually want to hang out with him. but, hey, better than nothing. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got the urge to go dancing tonight but i don't have anyone to go dancing with :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;where my bitchez at??!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are many hotties here. it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i've only seen 3 sorority type things walking around. that's also nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wayyyy too many hipsters. not so nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;good vegan places. very nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are some photos from sunday night when i hung out with baby birds. it was a good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184828953134493698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R_Q2dmS98AI/AAAAAAAAAM8/4_BIAfd3kGg/s320/DSCF0884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184834643966161074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R_Q7o2S98LI/AAAAAAAAAOU/OkgrH8o8Dic/s320/DSCF0887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is my friend willie. we used to work together. somehow his roommates know people that know baby birds and other lawrence folks. strange connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184828961724428306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R_Q2eGS98BI/AAAAAAAAANE/rEK5TketlPw/s320/DSCF0891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is my friend amanda. i met her last time i visited. unfortunately she doesn't live here. thumbs down to that. we have some good times together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184834639671193762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R_Q7omS98KI/AAAAAAAAAOM/VBU40G_vLDE/s320/DSCF0897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184828966019395618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R_Q2eWS98CI/AAAAAAAAANM/Zz7xP-leC_4/s320/DSCF0889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is amanda's BF katie. she was fucked up. she was also really nice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184829889437364274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R_Q3UGS98DI/AAAAAAAAANU/uS44KkOImIw/s320/DSCF0895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;too cool for skool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184829898027298882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R_Q3UmS98EI/AAAAAAAAANc/h5Ru46TL0y8/s320/DSCF0896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;too cool for TV&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184829906617233490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R_Q3VGS98FI/AAAAAAAAANk/T3bggvjyQkU/s320/DSCF0899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was drew's first bus ride. EVER. well, he probably has ridden on a school bus at one point. but he was real excited none the less. i let drew and luke crash at my place cuz all the other shitfaced people were crashing at the other apartment. my roommate was awake when when got home making some weird puff pastry with her boyfriend thing. i hope i didn't freak her out by bringing home 2 guys on my second night there. whoops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are some pics from my going away pot luck. i had a fun night. i thought i took more photos than this but i guess not. too much alcohol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184832840079896674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R_Q5_2S98GI/AAAAAAAAANs/FSXp_Bs1tCg/s320/DSCF0879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184832848669831282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R_Q6AWS98HI/AAAAAAAAAN0/yl_Fjv8sAJU/s320/DSCF0872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184833587404206226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R_Q6rWS98JI/AAAAAAAAAOE/SzuqddcPVOQ/s320/DSCF0873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-8673123223706228091?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8673123223706228091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=8673123223706228091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/8673123223706228091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/8673123223706228091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/sloppy-seconds.html' title='sloppy seconds'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R_Q96mS98MI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PRbZS4p2Yn8/s72-c/April+08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-4080874682467295296</id><published>2008-04-01T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:44:56.239-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picnic tables'/><title type='text'>i saw you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R_LiW2S97-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/6DXQfJU2D5E/s1600-h/no+legs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184455003216932834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R_LiW2S97-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/6DXQfJU2D5E/s320/no+legs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've decided i don't like blogging. i begin to dread it every time the thought enters my mind. seems like a bad sign. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey bobby malone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it might also be because i've been sitting in my room alone for the past 3 hours watching documentaries online with the lights off. i think the illumination is fucking up my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need a job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just got the urge to eat raw garlic. i think it's a bad idea. isn't garlic supposed to make you horny? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;real bad idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;chicago is great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184456875822673906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R_LkD2S97_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/v_qw8gqWrO0/s320/obituary2450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it smells so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5887799983296426184-4080874682467295296?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4080874682467295296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=4080874682467295296' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/4080874682467295296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/4080874682467295296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-saw-you.html' title='i saw you'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R_LiW2S97-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/6DXQfJU2D5E/s72-c/no+legs.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-366037787175821245</id><published>2008-03-15T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T14:35:05.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good riddance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smelly feet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el salvador'/><title type='text'>bye</title><content type='html'>as you may already know i will be out of the country for the next 10 days, so don't expect me to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sorry, i know i just ruined your day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-366037787175821245?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/366037787175821245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=366037787175821245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/366037787175821245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/366037787175821245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/bye.html' title='bye'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-7992943513847025023</id><published>2008-03-10T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:45:00.518-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky musuck suck suckyface'/><title type='text'>botanical gardens</title><content type='html'>sunday was all about recovery.  i woke up after 3-4 hours of drunken sleep to move most of the shit i own to my moms house.  my dad showed up around 11.  i think he could tell i was fucked up.  he asked if i had just woken up and i was like "yeah, uh, i'm tired...."  i was so not functional enough to talk to family members.  then we drove to my mom's to drop off my furniture.  my brother and his soon to be wife were there along with my mom and stepdad.  my real dad and step dad unloaded all my shit while i stuffed my face with pasta and corn.  then my dad sped off without saying goodbye.  i think he felt awkward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat around and surfed the internet while my step dad and brother talked about mortgages for what seemed like an hour.  i totally would have chimed in....if i knew what the fuck a mortgage was........the rest of the day was spent stuffing my face with carbs and lying around applying for jobs in chicago.  no, i still don't have a job, so suck it.  i didn't have the energy to drive home so i just stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today got off to a sucky start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at my mom's house in spring hill to a 7am phone call from my work saying i was supposed to be working.  whoops.  apparently they changed my schedule and didn't notify me.  whoops.  i told them it would be a while.  i took my sweet time.  i was almost 2 hours late. my last day is friday so i really don't give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some photos from saturday night.  this was a strange night, but overall i had a good time.  this may be my last lawrence party :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a good one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176274032950949506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XRztIetoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/s1foK7RXFos/s320/march+08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when ilenia and i first got there we walked in on this guy peeing.  ilenia told him she "saw his dick" and he got all shy and walked out.  ilenia and i giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176274363663431314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XSG9IetpI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zH3FknkNOeY/s320/march+08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i don't remember the first band (or two) that played.  but here is boo and boo too.  i took wayyyyyy too many photos of them, i think because i got all sappy cuz i might never see them play again :(  unless they come to chicago!!!!!! hint hint barrett&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XSfNIetqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/cyZ1kSLqGPA/s1600-h/march+08+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176274780275259042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XSfNIetqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/cyZ1kSLqGPA/s320/march+08+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here's barrett rockin out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176275136757544626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XSz9IetrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ylC9bnC9G-0/s320/march+08+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like yr shoes dane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XRfNIetnI/AAAAAAAAAME/j6uenQ1D3Zo/s1600-h/march+08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176273680763631218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XRfNIetnI/AAAAAAAAAME/j6uenQ1D3Zo/s320/march+08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we ran into this guy again so we invited him to come to the bathroom with us cuz we felt bad about giggling at him earlier.  we chatted about blogs (go figure) and he wrote down his blog site on my arm.  it's gone now but i think it said l-tard.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he told me he stole his jacket from someone.  oooo gurl better hope the owner of that jacket don't read my bloggggggggg.  sucker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176272452402984514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XQXtIetkI/AAAAAAAAALs/B2PT8i2DrwM/s320/march+08+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;after da bands finished barrett and gabe got the dance pardee started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XRFtIetmI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DtiDPoURgf0/s1600-h/march+08+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176273242676967010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XRFtIetmI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DtiDPoURgf0/s320/march+08+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here's the dance party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XQt9IetlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9MUd1gGyJ2Y/s1600-h/march+08+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176272834655073874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XQt9IetlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9MUd1gGyJ2Y/s320/march+08+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snaggletooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176269140983199154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XNW9IetbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/MDJCEuf5g7Q/s320/march+08+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some more dance party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XP69IetjI/AAAAAAAAALk/LPERHXAIMJg/s1600-h/march+08+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176271958481745458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XP69IetjI/AAAAAAAAALk/LPERHXAIMJg/s320/march+08+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dane lookin' all sassy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XPgNIetiI/AAAAAAAAALc/E8iruTRJoAo/s1600-h/march+08+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176271498920244770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XPgNIetiI/AAAAAAAAALc/E8iruTRJoAo/s320/march+08+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilenia informed me that she kept sticking my fingers in her mouth all night.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess this is proof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it also amazes me how many times i take my camera to parties and look at pictures the next day and there are numerous pictures of me with mystery beers in my hand.  i don't know if people give them to me or if i take them from people.  probably both. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; i don't even like beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XPItIethI/AAAAAAAAALU/jgH-kEd9t9s/s1600-h/march+08+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176271095193318930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XPItIethI/AAAAAAAAALU/jgH-kEd9t9s/s320/march+08+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; there was a series of me and barrett making stupid faces.  i only included a few.  barrett won the fugly face contest this time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yr tongue is hella wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XOy9IetgI/AAAAAAAAALM/fzfL4wVJrc8/s1600-h/march+08+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176270721531164162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XOy9IetgI/AAAAAAAAALM/fzfL4wVJrc8/s320/march+08+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sally pointed out that barrett either has is eyes closed or only half open in every pic i have of him.  i informed her it's because he's always wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176268616997189026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XM4dIetaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/otfyxj8A-vk/s320/march+08+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;here's barrett and ilenia gettin' all nasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XNuNIetcI/AAAAAAAAAKs/q5JPiSC6e_A/s1600-h/march+08+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176269540415157698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XNuNIetcI/AAAAAAAAAKs/q5JPiSC6e_A/s320/march+08+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this could almost be a family portrait.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know who took this.  or why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XMfNIetZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/gb8e2yUqKUE/s1600-h/march+08+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176268183205492114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XMfNIetZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/gb8e2yUqKUE/s320/march+08+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toward the end of the night i found barrett passed out.  i still had a few hours of partying left in me so i tried to convince barrett to come dance.  that's what happens when you mix monster energy and vodka.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've also noticed that barrett passes out earlier than most.  i think he condenses his hard partying into a few hours and passes out rather early.  take it slow barrett.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope this isn't the last time i see everyone.  i hope to be out thursday or friday or both depending.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are some things i thought about today while i stared at bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;childhood smells:  i smelled something today that reminded me of my childhood but i couldn't figure out what it was.  i hate that. but it made me happy anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;side ponytails:  i never used to like them, but i think certain girls can pull them off.  not the up high ones but the down low ones. unfortunately i can't experience a side ponytail for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;craigslist:  i was bored at my mom's on sunday so i browsed the lawrence craigslist.  damn some people are nasty, other people are desperate.  other people are desperate nastos.  this one guy obviously didn't get his mac on at the bar so he got home and put a post on craigslist wanting to know if there was a lady out there who wanted to "finish the night right". sicknasty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, i would like to make a list of things that suck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-running downhill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-running uphill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-my hip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dry skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5887799983296426184-7992943513847025023?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7992943513847025023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=7992943513847025023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/7992943513847025023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/7992943513847025023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/botanical-gardens.html' title='botanical gardens'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R9XRztIetoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/s1foK7RXFos/s72-c/march+08+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-3037443975458402724</id><published>2008-03-04T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T06:35:04.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nasty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><title type='text'>that happens sometimes</title><content type='html'>i woke up at 2:30 this morning with the smell of pepperoni pizza corrupting my nostrils.  it was kind of overwhelming.  when i walked out into the kitchen to get some water i smelled burned popcorn.  WTF?  i think someone was having a slumber party and didn't invite me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-3037443975458402724?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3037443975458402724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=3037443975458402724' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/3037443975458402724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/3037443975458402724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/that-happens-sometimes.html' title='that happens sometimes'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-2708234176764660602</id><published>2008-02-28T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:45:01.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't go jason waterfalls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i made my drink too strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would consider today a success. i fell asleep last night around 10:30 while everyone watched youtube videos. yeah, i'm a total party pooper. i can't imagine the crazy shit that went down after that. i woke up at 7am and wasn't quite sure what i was going to do with myself after that. so i decided to check out downtown. i walked around for a while until i realized every store or restaurant was too expensive for me to even pretend i could afford something. so i left downtown and went to wicker park to find some foods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172244050286709666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8eAj1z3i6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/_PrJk9ihjPU/s320/100_0951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like i need to add images every so often to keep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;things interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i found this restaurant called ear wax. i don't know who came up with the name but the thought of ear wax while i'm eating is totallly unappealing. i like it. they had a lot of vegan food. even vegan desserts!!!! ilenia, you would have loved it. so i hung out there for a long time, even turned in an application. the hispanic guy who took my application totally flirted with me, but not in a sleazy way. i liked him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;then i went to the thrift store in bucktown that stephen, erik, ilenia and i went to. i found some rad things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172243088214035346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8d_r1z3i5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/EcDNSzJ7AkU/s320/jan+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;then i went to wicker park again, got lost for about an hour, then i met up with some people to check out their apartment. it's basically everything i'm looking for as far as rent, location, and time period. i met with these 3 girls (one will be leaving) and we chatted for a while. it was hella awkward. they were nice but i think i said some weird things that made everyone uncomfortable. i think it went well. i filled out a credit application and they are supposed to get back to me tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm back at willie's place now. he's not here so i'm hanging out on the computer while all the other mother fuckers staying here are getting stoned in the other room. i don't know what i'm going to do tonight. i'd like to go out somewhere cuz i'm bored but the only bar i know of that i actually like is in wicker park which is about 45 minutes away from here. plus i'd be going alone and i don't really trust myself to stay sober enough to figure out how to get back here. who knows, maybe i'll go to the western bar down the street.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll bet everyone in lawrence is partying with the umbros tonight.  i miss all of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172242778976390018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8d_Z1z3i4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/cdX_Wx2b3eI/s320/jasper.jpg" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i can't figure out whether or not i like the word smarmy.  i don't think i do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-2708234176764660602?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2708234176764660602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=2708234176764660602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/2708234176764660602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/2708234176764660602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-go-jason-waterfalls.html' title='don&apos;t go jason waterfalls'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8eAj1z3i6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/_PrJk9ihjPU/s72-c/100_0951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-3811705200969848144</id><published>2008-02-27T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:45:01.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tussin'/><title type='text'>tiki tiki tembo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;so i made it to chicago, yay!!!!!! i only had a few problems along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. i woke up at 4:30 this morning, which was the time i should have been at the airport (whoops)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i managed to make it in time by yeilding at stop lights (whoops again) and maxing out my car's spedometer the whole way there (it only goes up to 85, so it wasn't too bad).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. after frantically rushing, parking, catching the shuttle bus, and checking in, i realize i forgot one of my bags on the shuttle bus. so i rush to the phone and call lost and found. the driver brings it back in time for me to run to my gate and board the plane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171811048394019874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8X2v0D3VCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/tTzFXzAHQ-I/s320/chicago+feb+08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. after finding willie's place and hanging out, we took the train to downtown so he could go to class and i could wander around. he rambles off some directions back to his place and then asks if i can remeber all that. hell no. i told him to call me when he's out of class. then i realize i forgot to bring my phone with me. sucky sucks mcsuckerson. so i wander around for a while, my shoes are starting to break cuz they're cheap shit, so i decided to eat something for the first time today. look what i found, ilenia and erik!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171811061278921778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8X2wkD3VDI/AAAAAAAAAIs/X_8fWVgU4Z0/s320/chicago+feb+08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eventually i found my way back to willie's place.  i'm learning public transportation fast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;willie and his roommates are having some people over now.  we'll see how my social anxiety works out tonight.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;motherfuckin inscense won't stop blowing in my face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-3811705200969848144?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3811705200969848144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=3811705200969848144' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/3811705200969848144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/3811705200969848144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/tiki-tiki-tembo.html' title='tiki tiki tembo'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8X2v0D3VCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/tTzFXzAHQ-I/s72-c/chicago+feb+08+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-7712558103213033400</id><published>2008-02-26T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:45:02.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sucky times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i don't even want to write about the events that went down today. so i won't. let's just say i've never been so drained in my life. i should be in chicago right now but i'm not. i have to get up at 2:30am tomorrow to catch my new flight. fuck shitty weather. last time i had to get up that early to catch a flight i went out to the bars and my friend drove me to the airport. it made the flight much more interesting. who wants to do me a favor?????????? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saw a bumper sticker today that said "sometimes i drive like a clown". what does that even mean. maybe it means that they pack a shit ton of people in their car but you would never know it unless you saw them all getting out. or maybe it means they wear a lot of make up when they drive. if that were the case i think a lot of people would "drive like a clown". does anyone have any ideas? when i typed it into google images this is what came up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171441406328656914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8Smj0D3VBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2hwZnS3pkDM/s320/clown.jpg" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-7712558103213033400?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7712558103213033400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=7712558103213033400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/7712558103213033400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/7712558103213033400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/sucky-times.html' title='sucky times'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8Smj0D3VBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2hwZnS3pkDM/s72-c/clown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-5187240959362424655</id><published>2008-02-24T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:45:08.836-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burger king'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit faced'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangovers'/><title type='text'>cracked</title><content type='html'>gawd, this blogging bullshit takes up so much of my time.  i've got to force myself to do this but i know the more i put it off the more i'm going to have to cover in my next blog.  i'm going to update it as much as possible so that by the time i move i can be used to it and it will be part of my daily activities like brushing my teeth or drinking water.  that'll be something to be proud of.  i really have to pee but i don't want to even though the bathroom is 4 steps away. i'm just too into blogging.  it also takes up a lot of time to read every one else's blog.  so guys, if you could keep it short and sweet that would really help me out.  no more rambling.  i re read some of the blogs i've already written and i don't like it.  i'm kind of negative and bitchy.  oopsssss.  i think i won't read my blogs anymore, otherwise i might stop writing them.  did you know mcdonald's has movies now??  isn't that cool.  neesa and her "friend" are over right now talking about movies.  neesa is being weird.   i went to the grocery store to by some food for my babies and to get some nori.  i would go to checker's because it rocks but their nori sucks ass so i decided to go to dillon's.  i was looking at the cat food and for some reason this particular brand really depressed me.  i think it was because it was next to all the other cat food that was bright and colorful and this brand was so bland looking. and it's like they are trying to appeal to the consumer by making it all patriotic and shit.  and it was only 22 cents.......damn.  i actually considered buying it because it was hella cheap but then i was like, wow, i would feel really shitty if i took this home to my kitties and had to watch them eat this 22 cent food when they could have been eating 76 cent food.  so i bought the 9 lives.  they liked it.  i got it for them because i feel bad for leaving them for  5 days.  not that they give a shit or will even notice.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170720633506976178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IXBUD3UbI/AAAAAAAAADs/rqNtmO0yCJY/s320/feb+08+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so, this weekend was pretty eventful thanks to neesa and her wild ways.  thursday night neesa got in around 8:30pm because her flight got delayed.  sucky.  so we started drinking about 30 minutes later if not sooner.  she wanted to go dancing so, of course, we ended up at neon.  sally gave us a ride.  thanks sally.  i know i didn't thank you enough on the car ride over.  it's amazing how drunk people can be so repetitive.  it's like they forget that they said something so they have to repeat it 30 seconds later and it just keeps going on like that until they choose a different subject to not shut the fuck up about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170728733815297026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IeY0D3VAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/osV_zu0aTXg/s320/feb+08+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the pre party in my room.  i was already shit faced after like 2 or 3 drinks for some reason.  i think i put about 3 shots in each drink i made.  whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IeX0D3U9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Y5dko4M5Q1w/s1600-h/feb+08+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170728716635427794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IeX0D3U9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Y5dko4M5Q1w/s320/feb+08+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; barrett looks so happy.  probably because he's about to order another drink and get more shit faced.  way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IeYED3U-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/JDb5n33smsc/s1600-h/feb+08+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170728720930395106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IeYED3U-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/JDb5n33smsc/s320/feb+08+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; neesa was a little freaked out when she saw this pic because she didn't like the idea of ilenia holding her passport.  don't you trust your friends?  although i'm pretty sure one of us has a photo of ilenia holding your passport over the toilet.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IeYkD3U_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/BJEWyKZdQ7Q/s1600-h/feb+08+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170728729520329714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IeYkD3U_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/BJEWyKZdQ7Q/s320/feb+08+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that's us drinking our to-go bottle in the bathroom.  i think it was 70% vodka and 30% diet coke.  no wonder our night went so well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170728712340460482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IeXkD3U8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/-u3a-N_spo8/s320/feb+08+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;toward the end of the night barrett started dancing on the bleachers.  he thought it would be fun to tear down the ceiling and throw it.  i wonder if he woke up with a headache.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when we got home i went straight for the bread and peanut butter.  bad idea.  i've had some bad experiences mixing peanut butter and alcohol in the past.  i went to bed and barfed all over my alarm clock and the book i've been reading.  i think some of it got on my shoes too.  i won't be able to eat peanut butter for another couple of months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170727569879159730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IdVED3U7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/rzBM-BwlMAw/s320/feb+08+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the next morning ilenia and i decided to make sushi for breakfast.  the nori we had (yeah, the shit from checkers) was all broken so the sushi turned out like this.  it was still good.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;later that night i was really tired and felt like going to bed but i knew that wasn't going to happen.  it was party night!!!!!!!!!  erik and stephen came over along with tyler, dan and ana luna (don't know if i totally butchered that or not.  oopss).  we all pre partied together and sall came out to put some stickers on our shirts, and faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IdUED3U3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/dILXzdHB7m0/s1600-h/feb+08+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170727552699290482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IdUED3U3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/dILXzdHB7m0/s320/feb+08+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; erik, stephen, dan and tyler worked on their "wizard staffs" which entails taping all the beer you drink throughout the night together so by the end of the night everyone knows how shit faced you are.    sally took it upon herself to write shit all over everyone.  "wizard stuff" was erik's tummy tatoo. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IdUUD3U4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/_Vl1zNJGHVc/s1600-h/feb+08+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170727556994257794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IdUUD3U4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/_Vl1zNJGHVc/s320/feb+08+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we also go facial stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IdUkD3U5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XHp4BtWKNBM/s1600-h/feb+08+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170727561289225106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IdUkD3U5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XHp4BtWKNBM/s320/feb+08+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; erik being all bitchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IdU0D3U6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/VtPOkzSKzi0/s1600-h/feb+08+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170727565584192418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IdU0D3U6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/VtPOkzSKzi0/s320/feb+08+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ooo look, erik's all ready got 3 beers on his wizard staff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IcekD3UyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lSt_fzDb-QM/s1600-h/feb+08+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170726633576289058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IcekD3UyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lSt_fzDb-QM/s320/feb+08+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i think i was trying to take a picture of sally and ana luna's curly hair but erik kind of took over with his wizard staff and gorilla face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8Ice0D3UzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_bkOeUf6OPI/s1600-h/feb+08+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170726637871256370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8Ice0D3UzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_bkOeUf6OPI/s320/feb+08+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i think i kept taking and deleting pictures of neesa and me because my finger was covering the lense and i couldn't figure out why the pictures weren't turning out.  i'm such a dummy when i'm drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IcfED3U0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/-TVfLKNC9KA/s1600-h/feb+08+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170726642166223682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IcfED3U0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/-TVfLKNC9KA/s320/feb+08+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more gorilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IcfUD3U1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/_srPHZU-aYw/s1600-h/feb+08+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170726646461190994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IcfUD3U1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/_srPHZU-aYw/s320/feb+08+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  i think stephen had the best faces this weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8Icf0D3U2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/OcqyfSTLtqs/s1600-h/feb+08+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170726655051125602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8Icf0D3U2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/OcqyfSTLtqs/s320/feb+08+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan is doing his best to keep up with the umbros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IbtkD3UtI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CuLOEWfa980/s1600-h/feb+08+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170725791762698962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IbtkD3UtI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CuLOEWfa980/s320/feb+08+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i think i took erik into the bathroom 3 or 4 times thoughout the night under the idea i was going to show him my anus.  but in reality i just wanted to take a picture of him in the bathroom with the expectation of him seeing my anus and then realizing it wasn't going to happen.  i got a real kick out of doing this all night. look how disappointed he looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8Ibt0D3UuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3rVukmVCdqM/s1600-h/feb+08+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170725796057666274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8Ibt0D3UuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3rVukmVCdqM/s320/feb+08+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i forced my sweater upon gabe because i told him he needed to participate in the theme.  he came to me later complaining that the neck was too tight or something.  i think i called him a pussy and told him to put it back on.  sorry about that gabe.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IbuUD3UvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cCe5RoC1s74/s1600-h/feb+08+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170725804647600882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IbuUD3UvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cCe5RoC1s74/s320/feb+08+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i think someone gave me a permanent marker and i thought it would be funny to write "suck it" on everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IbukD3UwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FfXIjzg0zuw/s1600-h/feb+08+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170725808942568194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IbukD3UwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FfXIjzg0zuw/s320/feb+08+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at one point sally came into my room with her oven mit.  she stole barrett's glasses and my bank statement and was talking in a really high pitched voice about something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IbvED3UxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0QRUrpV1FY/s1600-h/feb+08+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170725817532502802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IbvED3UxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0QRUrpV1FY/s320/feb+08+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's stephen starting up the dance party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8Ia4ED3UoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dtlWcQaFLME/s1600-h/feb+08+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170724872639697538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8Ia4ED3UoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dtlWcQaFLME/s320/feb+08+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the dance party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8Ia4UD3UpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/R7wx5FTbYbE/s1600-h/feb+08+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170724876934664850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8Ia4UD3UpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/R7wx5FTbYbE/s320/feb+08+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here's the second time of the night somone broke my shower.  thanks stephen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8Ia40D3UqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UX_GhWBoCVA/s1600-h/feb+08+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170724885524599458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8Ia40D3UqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UX_GhWBoCVA/s320/feb+08+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i came out of the bathroom at one point and this is what i found.  some guy brought bottle rockets to the party and was handing them out.  stephen and erik got ahold of some and set them off in my room.  for some reason i was totally cool with it and was cheering them on.  then the fire alarm went off.  erik didn't like that sound so he ripped it down and threw it across my room.  oh, by the way erik, i did find it.  it was shoved in a corner by my bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my bitchy neighbor called the cops because some bitches (guarav and stephen i think) shot off some bottle rockets in the street.  i think everyone tried to hush each other so maybe the cops would just go away, but they should know that drunk and stoned people forget why they're being quiet and start blabbing again 10 seconds later.  so eventually someone came to my room to tell me and i went out and talked to him.  he was pretty bitchy but he wasn't going to charge me or break up the party.  all i remember saying is "i understand" like 30 times.  i probably didn't understand anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8Ia5ED3UrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/i45-_M644XQ/s1600-h/feb+08+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170724889819566770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8Ia5ED3UrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/i45-_M644XQ/s320/feb+08+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the wizard staff has grown.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8Ia50D3UsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1HgJYo0GESw/s1600-h/feb+08+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170724902704468674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8Ia50D3UsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1HgJYo0GESw/s320/feb+08+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this was another time i brought erik into my bathroom under false pretenses.  and i think it was the 3rd time my shower was broken that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170723446710555250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IZlED3UnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YxB_ocid9FA/s320/feb+08+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;progress was made.  i like the fact that all erik's beer is hamm's but stephen has quite the variety.  this gives me the impression that erik just drank the beer he bought but stephen went around taking whatever he could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170723442415587938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IZk0D3UmI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fiHEUgBcTSQ/s320/feb+08+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at some point in the night the party moved to my bedroom.  it looks like a dance party but i'm pretty sure there was no music playing.  maybe we were shooting off more bottle rockets.  who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think i passed out around 2 or 2:30.  erik said the party kept going until 4.  the only people left were a few guys who were wrestling on the kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IZjkD3UkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nHqngqAy3OY/s1600-h/feb+08+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170723420940751426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IZjkD3UkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nHqngqAy3OY/s320/feb+08+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the next morning the house was trashed.  but don't worry, the wizard staffs survived the night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IZkUD3UlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/veVHslNpPl8/s1600-h/feb+08+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170723433825653330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IZkUD3UlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/veVHslNpPl8/s320/feb+08+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170723412350816818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IZjED3UjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GnCgOjNm-B4/s320/feb+08+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt; yeah, we went to burger king the next morning.  don't tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after buger king we went home and cleaned.  it didn't seem to take very long but our recycling is where it should be after one month, not one night.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we had plans to karaoke later that night at encore so we started drinking again at around 8:30.  neesa went with bob to watch the KU game earlier in the afternoon so already had 8 beers by the time she came over.  it was pretty entertaining.  she was pissing erik off so he sprayed her with the pussy repellant and then she sprayed him with pam.  he didn't like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IYnkD3UiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8rVzoZjNL40/s1600-h/feb+08+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170722390148600354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IYnkD3UiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8rVzoZjNL40/s320/feb+08+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is at karaoke.  i don't know if erik is making that face because of the picture ilenia is showing him or if it's because he's just getting into the tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IYV0D3UfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XcbnIWktiS4/s1600-h/feb+08+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170722085205922290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IYV0D3UfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XcbnIWktiS4/s320/feb+08+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ben was getting into it.  he does it on a regular basis with his grandparents.  it's hard to imagine grandparents karaokeing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IYWUD3UgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1xdtmg5dUgQ/s1600-h/feb+08+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170722093795856898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IYWUD3UgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1xdtmg5dUgQ/s320/feb+08+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erik was gettin' all hot and bothered so he had to remove his schweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IYW0D3UhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gHONiSvo95o/s1600-h/feb+08+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170722102385791506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IYW0D3UhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gHONiSvo95o/s320/feb+08+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is neesa singing the backstreet boys.  she loved every second of it, even if she doesn't remember doing it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we partied pretty hard at encore.  it was wild.  at one point everyone was dancing and singing on the benches.  no one was on the floor anymore.  and microphones weren't necessary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after this we rushed over to a party in north lawrence to see baby birds don't drink milk (gawd that's a lot to type).  we were all wasted by the time we got there, except erik (i hope, considering he was the one driving my car).  BTW erik, i noticed my car is a little more fucked up than it was yesterday afternoon.  my left blinker doesn't work and my gear changer handle thing has been ripped off.  it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IXo0D3UcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1XPHZoO_ni4/s1600-h/feb+08+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170721312111808962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IXo0D3UcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1XPHZoO_ni4/s320/feb+08+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sally looks genuinely upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IXpED3UdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DwhQA1Wpk0Q/s1600-h/feb+08+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170721316406776274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IXpED3UdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DwhQA1Wpk0Q/s320/feb+08+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when we all got to the party we were bitching about how there was no alcohol but then 5 minutes later beers just materialized in our hands.  i don't know who gave them to us but i think ilenia had the fancy one and i had a hamm's.  i don't even like beer.  why do i do this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IXp0D3UeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gk19gXupNhk/s1600-h/feb+08+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170721329291678178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IXp0D3UeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gk19gXupNhk/s320/feb+08+160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in conclusion, the weekend was a success.  here were my accomplishments&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.  i barfed on my alarm clock&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.  i broke the camera i bought a month ago by dancing on it at neon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. got my shower broken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. didn't go to work for 3 days in a row&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. ate at burger king&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. got my house trashed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. got myself trashed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love you neesa.&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;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-5187240959362424655?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5187240959362424655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=5187240959362424655' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/5187240959362424655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/5187240959362424655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/cracked.html' title='cracked'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R8IXBUD3UbI/AAAAAAAAADs/rqNtmO0yCJY/s72-c/feb+08+167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-460963134897548023</id><published>2008-02-20T08:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:45:08.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't be so sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i think this blogging bullshit is taking over my life. i find myself spending wayyyyyyyy too much time on the internet nowadays. updating my blog, reading my friends' blogs. i could be taking out the trash or figuring out the meaning of life. oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so ilenia and i were bored last night and decided we would go downtown and have "a" drink. we met up with edmond and his friend adam at the bourgeios pig (we only went there because it was the only place that would accept credit cards, don't go thinking i'm all high class now). so edmond and i chatted and got all caught up on each other's love life (mine's so active right now it's unbelievable). ilenia sat next to us the whole time and talked to stephen. adam talked us all into going to the replay to see this band called people noise. they were supposed to sound like the jesus and mary chain and my bloody valentine so we decided we would check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first band was shitty. their music was pretty mellow but you could tell the bassist really just wanted to rock out but the boring music was preventing him from doing so. the drummer looked bored as hell. oh, but they did sort of rock out at the very end. one of the guitarists half way fell on the floor and the keyboard guy kind of moved around. the lead singer looked like erik from the nose up but he didn't have erik's current hair cut. it was more rock star like....sorry erik, you're just too presentable now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the next band was decent. it was kind of folky. it was the kind of music you could listen to every 2 and a half months and enjoy it. no more than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so all the build up for the last band was keeping me on the edge of my seat.....not really though....i don't remember where they were from but most of them were wearing girl pants so i wasn't quite sure what to expect. ilenia left to go have a smoke so edmond and i stayed inside to check out the band. after 30 seconds i decided they were the worst band i had seen in a long time. not only was the music horrible, but the guys were so fucking cheesy i just couldn't handle it. imagine what a battle of the bands would look like on degrassi and you can get a good idea of what this looked like. edmond and adam agreed so we all left. i told ilenia i was going home but she wanted to stay so i went home and guess what i did.........i checked out some blogs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169104265514799522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7xY8UD3UaI/AAAAAAAAADk/q7Okbr7ZTBI/s320/cheese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a doctors appointment today because i have a fucked up hip and i can't really walk anymore without limping like an idiot. i hate doctors so we'll see how this goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neesa comes tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-460963134897548023?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/460963134897548023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=460963134897548023' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/460963134897548023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/460963134897548023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-be-so-sad.html' title='don&apos;t be so sad'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7xY8UD3UaI/AAAAAAAAADk/q7Okbr7ZTBI/s72-c/cheese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-8704266082362715056</id><published>2008-02-19T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:45:09.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>face flapping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, not much has happened since I last posted. let's see here. i went to work, i went to work some more, i rushed around trying to send out some letters and go to the bank just to figure out it was president's day and those government bitches had the day off. oh, and then i worked some more. but monday was interesting at wheatfields because some old, excuse me, elderly lady who was in town for a quilting somethingorother choked on a pot pie. then she turned blue and started foaming green stuff. so we called 911 and the firemen and medics came. i guess some random guy gave her the heimlich maneuver and she coughed up the pot pie. so my perk of the day was that no one died at my work. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168876537758830946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="142" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7uJ00D3UWI/AAAAAAAAADE/uVYbpQWE3i4/s320/heimlich.jpg" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm leaving for chicago a week from today to find some places to live. i have a few people i have been in contact with but overall nothing is guaranteed but we'll see what happens. it will probably turn out that i move to chicago with no place to live and no job. that's just kind of the way things tend to work out for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168880961575145874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7uN2UD3UZI/AAAAAAAAADc/8c-__G1NkLA/s320/xtra+figtr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; i don't feel like sharing any more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887799983296426184-8704266082362715056?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8704266082362715056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=8704266082362715056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/8704266082362715056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/8704266082362715056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/face-flapping.html' title='face flapping'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7uJ00D3UWI/AAAAAAAAADE/uVYbpQWE3i4/s72-c/heimlich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-386342424063803440</id><published>2008-02-17T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:45:10.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>four sided and sharp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;check it out, my second day in a row!!! amazing. we'll see how long this lasts. yesterday was productive. i cleaned my room, baked vegan banana bread and did some reading. i guess not being hungover on saturday proves to be pretty awesome. i started to tally how many times the biglotcar.com commercial came on while ilenia and i were watching TV and i think it was over 10 within an hour. damn. they must have paid a shit ton of money for that hour. ilenia and i decided to go to this house show to see boo and boo too play. it was ok. not as crazy as thursday, but we also weren't shit faced. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to stephen, i'm excited to see you this weekend. i think you should try to make out with my brother as much as possible. expand his horizons. he's really into hilary duff, so do what you can to entice his interests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to eric, i'm also excited to see you this weekend. you need to stay for our party on saturday. threaten those crazy carousel bitches with death by mutilation if they don't work for you. or you could just quit. get a job at burger king so that way when you get shit faced on the weekend you can just go into work in the morning and get paid to cure your hangover. smoking weed makes you light your car on fire. fyi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to neesa, i am most excited to see you. awesome awesome awesome awesome awesome awesome awesome awesome...oops, i mean, rad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are some photos from last night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168152092740112722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7j28kD3UVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0_xM2VVAyUg/s320/feb+08+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ilenia and i found these rad glasses sitting next to a zine filled with some hella unflattering pics of me being wasted. i need to stop letting my friends take photos of me when i go out. you guys suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168150799954956578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7j1xUD3USI/AAAAAAAAACo/2LEt7ZlWnJc/s320/feb+08+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gabe wonders why he wakes up the next day and wants to barf/pass out/die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168150808544891186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7j1x0D3UTI/AAAAAAAAACw/7ptZRLFFO2g/s320/feb+08+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told dane i wanted to take a picture so i could remember him and this is the face he made. so now i can remember him as a pissy bitch ass. thanks dane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168150134235025682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7j1KkD3URI/AAAAAAAAACg/9JlCvt8akuw/s320/feb+08+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i think barrett just blew up the house with a home made bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168147011793801426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7jyU0D3UNI/AAAAAAAAACE/BgYgZKYFqCU/s320/feb+08+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barrett looking all sleazy and wastey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168149266651631874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7j0YED3UQI/AAAAAAAAACY/xZ8EBc6TmvM/s320/feb+08+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i work with this girl. i think she is explaining the obnoxious paper thing attached to her head, but i don't remember what she said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll try to be more interesting next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember those rectangular pizzas we used to eat in school?&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/5887799983296426184-386342424063803440?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/386342424063803440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=386342424063803440' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/386342424063803440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/386342424063803440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/four-sided-and-sharp.html' title='four sided and sharp'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7j28kD3UVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0_xM2VVAyUg/s72-c/feb+08+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887799983296426184.post-7818277246653941746</id><published>2008-02-16T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:45:11.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something round</title><content type='html'>Ok Ilenia, I'm only doing this for you...and Sally.....and Neesa.  Hopefully this will become less awkward for me before I move so I can be all candid about my nights out.  If I hear the biglotcars.com commercial one more time tonight I'm going to bash in the TV.  Here are some photos from last night.  I had fun.  Thanks guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eFXkD3UDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3gbBAJ_hmsI/s1600-h/feb+08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167745737294303282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eFXkD3UDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3gbBAJ_hmsI/s320/feb+08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tyler looking a little creepy, a little sleazy, but neither of those things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eFX0D3UEI/AAAAAAAAABA/ruZAZ4McwO4/s1600-h/feb+08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167745741589270594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eFX0D3UEI/AAAAAAAAABA/ruZAZ4McwO4/s320/feb+08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eFYED3UFI/AAAAAAAAABI/5rR_TRrYw5E/s1600-h/feb+08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167745745884237906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eFYED3UFI/AAAAAAAAABI/5rR_TRrYw5E/s320/feb+08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure why this is happening, but i'm glad it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eEHED3T_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/uXf6hshFJ4Q/s1600-h/feb+08+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167744354314833906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eEHED3T_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/uXf6hshFJ4Q/s320/feb+08+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I seem to remember the toilet seat being attached at the beginning of the night so i guess someone got a little crazy and decided it wasn't necessary. Either way, it will be nice for when Ilenia and I start our bathroom blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eEHkD3UAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NRxs2sbmey8/s1600-h/feb+08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167744362904768514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eEHkD3UAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NRxs2sbmey8/s320/feb+08+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess Gabe doesn't like a bright flash in a dark room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eEIED3UBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0nTu0pXlOsc/s1600-h/feb+08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167744371494703122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eEIED3UBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0nTu0pXlOsc/s320/feb+08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eEIUD3UCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qYLzj1wD-pk/s1600-h/feb+08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167744375789670434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eEIUD3UCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qYLzj1wD-pk/s320/feb+08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The snuggle bugs were fun. Too bad I don't remember any of the bands that played afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eCyED3T-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ks2BYCav5pA/s1600-h/feb+08+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167742894025953250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eCyED3T-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ks2BYCav5pA/s320/feb+08+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The after party started with Barrett and Ilenia peeing on the front door. I'm not really sure what the motivation was for the location but it seemed to make sense at the time. I don't have any more pics after this but my night didn't end until 4 hours later.....whoops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5887799983296426184-7818277246653941746?l=crispysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7818277246653941746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887799983296426184&amp;postID=7818277246653941746' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/7818277246653941746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887799983296426184/posts/default/7818277246653941746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crispysmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/something-round.html' title='something round'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718461493589712250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eMvED3UHI/AAAAAAAAABU/FJ_OSEe3OC8/S220/VD+026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srTnBV1zmQI/R7eFXkD3UDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3gbBAJ_hmsI/s72-c/feb+08+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
