<?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-14458044</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:34:01.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So listen to this...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i have my computer science final tomorrow. i have to get a B on it to pass the class, if there is no curve. i've been sick to my stomach all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i've already looked up the name, phone number, and office hours of the chair of the computer science department, which is who i will have to go to to beg for a passing grade in the class after my teacher fails me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i've accepted the possibly having to go back to school next quarter, but only after i argue/bribe anyone who will listen/take money for a passing grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i asked my lab TA if he thought my lecture TA would take money for a passing grade. he said probably not. so i offered my lab TA money to talk my lab TA into passing me. he said that probably wouldn't work either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-115618234663508585?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/115618234663508585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;MAZEL TOV!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my friends alice and jack got engaged two weeks ago after four years of dating. the wedding is set for october 2007. alice asked me to be a bridesmaid and have peed myself twice from excitement. her wedding is going to be a blast. alice is one of the funniest women i have ever known. she wants to dance with her father to the song "grove is in the heart" in all seriousness. i can't wait for this wedding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-115573261150410524?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-115514381860167182</id><published>2006-08-09T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:16:58.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Rounding Third, Headed for Home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm in the home stretch. although i've stopped counting down as the possibility of returing to school this fall to retake my computer science class is becoming more and more of a threat. but i'm seeing the teacher twice a week for help and talking to him every day after class. i'm actaully trying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in other news, my apartment was broken into last week. the bastards got my laptop, my DVD player, $20, and all my CD's. i'm most pissed about the CDs because my DVD player cost $10 and i hated my laptop. i'm suprised at how little i care though. i'm just glad i wasn't there when they broke in. the day before i was babysitting a one year old at my house all day. imagine if they would have come a day earlier. james has been staying with me the past few nights. i had my locks changed and slide bolts and chains put on my door. i also put targets from shooting practice on my front and back doors with "i have good aim" written on them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on to happier events... i was in conecticuit this weekend for a wedding. it was great. i got to see my friends brette and matt who i haven't seen in a really long time. i miss them both so much. i'll post pictures soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-115514381860167182?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/115514381860167182/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-115340795408282686</id><published>2006-07-20T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T11:05:54.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35 more days to go. i really have to work hard to pass my computer science class. i fucked up my math class enough last quarter to know one cannot pass a class on prayer alone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to all y'all who have been calling and wondering where i've been and how come you never see/hear from me, i've been working alot lately, i was out of town for my cousin's wedding, and have just had alot of stuff going on in general. i keep saying things will slow down soon but they haven't. i'm sorry i've been so bad about returning calls and seeing everyone. next week i promise to start keeping in better touch with everyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love you bitches!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-115340795408282686?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/115340795408282686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=115340795408282686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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hope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-115315476389404739?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/115315476389404739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=115315476389404739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/115315476389404739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/115315476389404739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dont-study-i-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-115228450485286796</id><published>2006-07-07T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T11:04:24.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i still haven't been writing much because when life isn't going so well i kind of go into hiding. things are looking up though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;OSU accepted my petition to waive the math class so i don't have to retake it, suckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i'm already stressing because i'm failing my computer science class. this just means i have to go into my TA's office once a week and act like i really care about this class, ask him alot of questions and act overwhelmed by the class so he'll have to pass me beacuse he'll feel bad because he'll think i tried, whcih is what i should have done in my math class last quarter. i should teach a class on alternative ways of passing classes without actually doing the adequate amount of work for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;guess what this month is? july? you know what that means? that means i can start saying "i graduate next month." which i say all the time now. when you see me ask me when i graduate, i love hearing those words "i graduate next month." see i even found an excuse to say it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;god i hat school, i'm supposed to be finishing a paper and a computer program before i leave for indiana to be in my cousin's wedding this weekend, but i only have both half done and i don't think i'll finish either of them, well i might finisht he paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm really hungry, i'm going to go get some lunch before i leave for indy. i'm so excited for this wedding. being in weddings is so fun. because at least there is a little attention on you, you're like the co-star of the event AND you don't have to worry about what you're going to wear, but then again, what you're wearing costs $200 and you will never wear it again, no matter what the bride says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-115228450485286796?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/115228450485286796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=115228450485286796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/115228450485286796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/115228450485286796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-still-havent-been-writing-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-115098472359739517</id><published>2006-06-22T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T09:58:43.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;so no posts for a while. life hasn't been much fun. i failed my math class and had an office romance going at work that went sour, making me even more bitter towards men, which i didn't think was possible. i'm in the process of petitioning the university to have my math requirement waived i find out tomrrow what they decide. i don't know what i'll do if my request is rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss my grandma too. i really needed her the past few weeks. she had this wonderful way of encouraging me without sounding patronizing. when i complain about school people say "you just gotta get through it." well no shit, thanks for that gem of advice. when i ( and when most people) complain, they don't want encouragement, or advice, they just want aknowledgement that what they are going through is difficult. a simple "yeah, that sucks" is more encouraging and theraputic than any "you just gotta get through it/it's almost over..." comment. we're not looking to pity ourselves, or wallow in our misery. once someone says "yeah, what you're going throug is hard" we move on.&lt;br /&gt;so whatever, i hate life, just nod and smile when i say that ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer classes started this week. this should be a very laid back quarter. i'm taking a photography class which i am very excited about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i love my job at haiku. i'm really happy there. i hang out there even on my days off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend zach came back from malaysia a few weeks ago. i'm very happy to have him back but i haven't been able to hang out with him much because i've been out of town and working alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i set a goal for myself to learn spanish this summer, i checked out a spanish language CD package thing from the library two weeks ago and have spent about 9 minutes on it total.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i'm going to set a new goal for myself each season, like learn how to knit, cook indian, quilt, something to keep me focused. we'll see how the spanish thing goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i promise to post regularly again, hopefully life won't suck much more for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-115098472359739517?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/115098472359739517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=115098472359739517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/115098472359739517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/115098472359739517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-no-posts-for-while_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114910746969787725</id><published>2006-05-31T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T16:33:45.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;my internet contract is up with SBC and i need to find another month to month provider. i'm thinking about netzero, which is only $16/mo, and no contract. it's dial up, but is supposed to be really fast.&lt;br /&gt;let me know if you have heard anything good or bad about netzero, or if you have any recomendations for a new provider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114910746969787725?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114910746969787725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114910746969787725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114910746969787725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114910746969787725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-internet-contract-is-up-with-sbc.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114789003216129628</id><published>2006-05-17T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:34:42.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;I have done the impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I did not think i could possibly hate school more than i already do. but i hate it more now than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i have shocked myself in that i did not know i had the emotional capacity to hate something as much as i hate school. if there were a hate group for school, i would not only be a member, i would be the grand wizard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;in a single week i failed two midterms and a quiz and only care because it means i'm going to have to put actual effort into studying for the finals to pass the class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114789003216129628?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114789003216129628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114789003216129628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;last tuesday i was bitching and moaning about how i failed a midterm and a quiz and sat in gum as you all read about. i sat in my math class that day thinking 'how can this day get any worse?' but i quickly told god i was just kidding because life has a way of getting worse when you don't think it can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;if i only knew what god had in store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;that night i went to work and got a call from my grandpa telling me my grandma had fallen and hit her head and was on her way to the hospital. i wasn't worried. the next call i got was from my mom telling me she was picking me up from work in 10 minutes because we had to leave for cleveland immediately. i still wasn't worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;we got to the hospital and learned my grandmother had bleeding in her brain and had no chance of recovery. so at 7 am last wednesday morning we took her off life support and by 7:03 she had passed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i had never seen anyone die before and was amazed at how obvious it is when the person is not alive anymore. they do not look like they are sleeping like i thought they would, they look totally different. i felt&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;her soul leave the room. i felt the energy in the room expand, implode, then return to normal, all in a half second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i knew her health was deteriorating, but i thought i had years left with her, &lt;em&gt;years&lt;/em&gt;. i've never lost someone so unexpectedly. she was one of the most important people in my life and having her ripped out of my life so suddenly is really weird. everything i do, look in the mirror, put a key in the door, get ready for school, i think "she's not here." i know she's gone, but it's going to be a huge adjustment for me. even at the wake i wanted to ask her something and started to turn toward her casket to to talk to her then i was like "oh yeah, i can't." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my life has changed course so many times in 24 years, but she was always there to anchor me. she was my only constant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm heartbroken but so thankful to have had someone so important to me that her loss is so devastating. the bigger the loss you feel, the bigger the impact that person had on your life. the impact my grandmother had on my life and the relationship we've had since i was a baby is completely and totally worth the loss and grief i'm going through.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114728053523624021?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114728053523624021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114728053523624021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114728053523624021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114728053523624021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-i-thought-failing-grades-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114660278623682129</id><published>2006-05-02T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:46:26.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today i failed a midterm, failed a quiz, and sat in gum. i was really pissed about the gum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114660278623682129?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114660278623682129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114660278623682129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114660278623682129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114660278623682129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-i-failed-midterm-failed-quiz-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114610528353033342</id><published>2006-04-26T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:35:59.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I seriously need to move.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there is no one in this city left to date. but more importantly, i have run into way too many guys i've gone out with in way too short of a time period. tonight i ran into a guy whose name i can't remember for the life of me. last week i ran into three guys in four days. two of which i ran into within hours of each other. yeah, time to go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i brought up my need to relocate to my cousin, bonnie, who told me it was time to recycle them. but these guys go under the label "for the sake of all womankind, use once and destroy."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114610528353033342?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114610528353033342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114610528353033342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114610528353033342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114610528353033342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-seriously-need-to-move.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114592501440926351</id><published>2006-04-24T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T20:30:14.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I heart my new job.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114592501440926351?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114592501440926351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114592501440926351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114592501440926351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114592501440926351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-heart-my-new-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114541316267953102</id><published>2006-04-18T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:19:23.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Concession Number One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was all excited about homeboy calling, then i realized he called at like 1 a.m. on saturday which means he was probably drunk and just looking to hook up. whatever. i was the one who gave him my number in the first place after flirting with each other across the bar and never actually talking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm trying a new dating strategy. i'm going to start giving guys i'm interested in my number instead of waiting for them to make the move. homeboy was the first guy i've ever given my number to by my own initiative. it didn't work out how i wanted, but neither have the 6,000 dates i've been on with guys who asked for my number first. so i'm optimistic about my new strategy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114541316267953102?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114541316267953102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114541316267953102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114541316267953102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114541316267953102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/04/concession-number-one-i-was-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114522562005762467</id><published>2006-04-16T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T18:15:09.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victory Number Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the guy i met last weekend finally called. i missed his calls though. i'll call him in a few days if i don't hear from him soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114522562005762467?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114522562005762467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114522562005762467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114522562005762467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114522562005762467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/04/victory-number-three-guy-i-met-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114505379101113804</id><published>2006-04-14T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T18:29:51.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;Victory Number Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i got hired today at job #17, haiku. it's a sushi restaurant right across the street from my apartment! thank god, because it's where i really wanted to work and had held off applying at other places until haiku was hiring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i start friday and can't wait. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now if the guy i met last weekend would call me it would be the perfect week. but it's already friday and i haven't heard from him and don't expect to now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.haikupoeticfood.com/index2.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.haikupoeticfood.com/index2.htm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114505379101113804?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114505379101113804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114505379101113804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114505379101113804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114505379101113804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/04/victory-number-two-i-got-hired-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114502050523817158</id><published>2006-04-14T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:17:09.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Victory Number One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i got a 76 on my math exam! but we've had two 10 point quizzes, which i scored a 5 and a 3 on... yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;this class has me scared shitless. i was in the tutor room, which is where i spend all my free time, and this guy was like "this is my third time taking the class." another girl was like "this is my second." i had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom and throw up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i'm trying really hard, but sometimes that's just not enough. i went to a review session last week and i saw two people from my class in the hall. so we made our way to the review room together. we take our seats and are impressed by how many people are there. then mike says "you know, these people have different review sheets." i'm like "what do you mean?" so he turns to these people behind us and asks what class this review session is for. "French 200" the guy says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we're in the wrong fucking room. i'm like "oh my god, and we expect to pass this class and we can't even go to the right review session."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114502050523817158?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114502050523817158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114502050523817158' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114502050523817158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114502050523817158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/04/victory-number-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114499134136759341</id><published>2006-04-14T01:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T01:09:01.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo-Pardy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Joanna is OCD for $300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Answer: She listenes to this song about 20 times a day and can't get sick of it even though it's like seven years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Question: What is DJ Sammy's remix of Brian Adam's 'Heaven'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114499134136759341?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114499134136759341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114499134136759341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114499134136759341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114499134136759341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/04/jo-pardy-joanna-is-ocd-for-300-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114492737612790957</id><published>2006-04-13T07:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T07:23:49.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"You have no new messages."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yeah, i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114492737612790957?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114492737612790957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114492737612790957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114492737612790957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114492737612790957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-have-no-new-messages.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114486698189974671</id><published>2006-04-12T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T14:36:21.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;if there is anything that keeps me on edge more it's waiting to hear back from a boy i've given my number to and right behind that is waiting to hear back from a job i've given my resume to. i'm waiting for both this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114486698189974671?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114486698189974671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114486698189974671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114486698189974671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114486698189974671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-there-is-anything-that-keeps-me-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114486004566279858</id><published>2006-04-12T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T12:42:25.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;25252525252525252525252525&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY COURTNEY HUGGINS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU CRAZY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;BEAUTIFUL WOMAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114486004566279858?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114486004566279858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114486004566279858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114486004566279858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114486004566279858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/04/25252525252525252525252525-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114485572377024046</id><published>2006-04-12T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T11:33:25.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;last night i drove to dayton and met my cousin to watch a bartending competition his friend was in. i'd only ever seen competitions like it on TV. it was incredible. the top five bartenders in the world were there. they perform five minute routines where they do everything from open a beer bottle, to throw all their shit around, and create their own drinks, which are auctioned off to the highest bidder. people pay $20-$60 depending on the bartender. i had a few of the drinks they made, they were good, but nothing special. i guess it's the prestige of drinking these guy's creations that people are paying for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the night was so much fun. if there is ever a competition near you, go. i drove an hour and a half and it was totally worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114485572377024046?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114485572377024046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114485572377024046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114485572377024046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114485572377024046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-night-i-drove-to-dayton-and-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114452610141701611</id><published>2006-04-08T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T15:55:08.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i've gone out every night since monday. i already missed a class and failed a math quiz. even though i have no plans for sunday other than watching the sopranos and grey's anatomy, i want to go out and have one beer to make it seven straight days in a row... and people say i have no ambition.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114452610141701611?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114452610141701611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114452610141701611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114452610141701611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114452610141701611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-gone-out-every-night-since-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114396155213919711</id><published>2006-04-02T02:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T03:05:52.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE'S HIRED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my amazing cousin, alex, graduates from duke in the spring and was hired this week at a software consulting firm in D.C.  YEAH AL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114396155213919711?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114396155213919711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114396155213919711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114396155213919711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114396155213919711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/04/hes-hired-my-amazing-cousin-alex.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114373190030593307</id><published>2006-03-30T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T11:18:20.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's Play Jo-Pardy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Category: Poor Academic Decisions for $500&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A: Refusing to take an extra math class, joanna enrolled in a math class way above her level to satisfy two math requirements in one leaving her totally and completely this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Q: What is 'Fucked'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114373190030593307?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114373190030593307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114373190030593307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114373190030593307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114373190030593307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/03/lets-play-jo-pardy-category-poor.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114367366261239244</id><published>2006-03-29T18:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T19:10:19.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another Quarter Down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just barely passed my classes last quarter. and i mean &lt;em&gt;barely...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i got a D in pre-algebra &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; the curve. no shit, it was a 60.1% before. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i got a C+ in my poli sci class, i need a 70% to pass my poli sci classes since it is my major. phew... just made that one too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and wouldn't you know it, my best grade was a B+ in, wait, holy shit, i can't even remember the other class i took....um.... oh yeah, geology. B+ in geology! go me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;so in my book, i made the damn honor roll. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;WHERE'S MY BUMBER STICKER?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114367366261239244?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114367366261239244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114367366261239244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114367366261239244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114367366261239244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-quarter-down-i-just-barely.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114367314539150256</id><published>2006-03-29T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:59:05.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Things left in Chicago or Indiana over Spring Break 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;"GIRL GONE MINDLESS!" WOOO! YEAH!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Keys (location known)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Eye shadow (location probably known)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-One makeup brush (location probably known)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-A pair of shoes (location unknown)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-$300 in bar tabs (location known)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;-One purse (location known)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;-One compact (location unknown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;-One week's supply of adderall (location unknown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;-One tube of lipstick (location probably known, hopefully in purse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114367314539150256?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114367314539150256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114367314539150256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114367314539150256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114367314539150256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/03/things-left-in-chicago-or-indiana-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114367251777336746</id><published>2006-03-29T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:48:37.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY ZACH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU GOT YOUR SCUBA CERTIFICATION! you rock! i have  a new diving buddy! i can't wait to go diving, but not in the sciota. my dive instructor dove there and said it took him a week to get the stench out of his wet suit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let's dive lake erie, or huron. i hear huron has more sunk american navy ships than in all the world's oceans.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114346539713342475</id><published>2006-03-27T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T09:16:37.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm back in town and today is the first day of classes. i will post more later.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO MORE QUARTERS LEFT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114346539713342475?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114217865296590529</id><published>2006-03-12T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T11:50:52.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A conversation with my 2o year old brother (Duke011)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Duke011:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;thursday’s going to suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jomamaou:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;why is thurs going to suck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Duke011:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;calculus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Duke011:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i have my calculus final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jomamaou:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you'll do great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Duke011:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; i hate it more than i have ever hated anything in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Duke011:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;its so stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jomamaou:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you know what math i'm taking this quarter? pre-college math... and i'm getting a D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jomamaou:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i didn't turn in homework for like two weeks once this quarter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jomamaou:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i handed my teacher like 12 sections of math homework in one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Duke011:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114217865296590529?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114217865296590529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114217865296590529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114217865296590529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114217865296590529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/03/conversation-with-my-2o-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114208717233544646</id><published>2006-03-11T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T10:30:03.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Newest musical obsession&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hyperlaunch.com/jamesblunt/"&gt;http://www.hyperlaunch.com/jamesblunt/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114208717233544646?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114208717233544646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114208717233544646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114208717233544646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114208717233544646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/03/newest-musical-obsession-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114193769817489666</id><published>2006-03-09T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T16:59:08.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You May Already be a Winner!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Unless your me of course, then you're a winner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;i can't beleive it, i won a makeover (haircut and color) from a salon in the short north!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;i filled out an entry card at gallery hop last weekend and even said to my friend wes, as i was filled the card out, "i never win these things..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;it's true, i never win stuff. i would be happy to win a chocolate covered peanut, but winning a makeover, lord, i done died and gone to heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114193769817489666?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114193769817489666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114193769817489666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114193769817489666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114193769817489666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-may-already-be-winner-unless-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114186638270914307</id><published>2006-03-08T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T21:16:39.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D= Diploma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dude, i straight up failed my math exam this week. i studied maybe 45 minutes, which is about how much i study for all my exams. but i actually felt the tiniest bit bad that i failed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/200/diploma.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's not that big of a deal because i will still pass the class. but i'm totally excited when i get D's and when i get a D+, it's like i won the damn lottery. so i don't know why i'm disappointed that i got at F. wait, hold on a second, there, i'm over it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all i need are C's in my poli sci classes and D's in everything else to get my degree and that's about what my grades are so i'm good to go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes, i'll be graduating magna cum couldn't care less about school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114186638270914307?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114186638270914307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114186638270914307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114186638270914307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114186638270914307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/03/d-diploma-dude-i-straight-up-failed-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114185047449935503</id><published>2006-03-08T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T16:43:03.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i got my hair cut today. it's not the best haircut i've ever had, but it's not the worst either. nothing could EVER be as bad as when i tried to mimic wynonna ryder's hair my sophomore year, i pretty much had a mullet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but if i hadn't had the wynonna 'do, then this hair cut would probably be the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114185047449935503?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114185047449935503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114185047449935503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114185047449935503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114185047449935503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-got-my-hair-cut-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114170044989429260</id><published>2006-03-06T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T23:00:49.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my friend lauren, "tiger," is probably one of the most amazing people i know. she has the sweetest, kindest heart. she works for city-year, teaching kids who aren't exactly inner-city, but are still challenging. she recently cut her hair off and donated it to locks of love which makes wigs for kids with cancer. i haven't seen her with her new do, but i know she will look beautiful because this girl could shave her head and her eyebrows and still be stunning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tiger, you rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114170044989429260?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114170044989429260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114170044989429260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114170044989429260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114170044989429260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-friend-lauren-tiger-is-probably-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114167163204198039</id><published>2006-03-06T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T15:00:32.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last week of classes. praise jehovah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114167163204198039?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114158584548923287</id><published>2006-03-05T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T15:10:45.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/vega.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/400/vega.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What American City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm Vegas Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Wild and uninhibited, you enjoy all of life's vices.You're a total hedonist, especially with sex, gambling, and drinking.You shine brightly every night, but you do the ultimate walk of shame each morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Famous Las Vegas residents: Wayne Newton, Howard Hughes, Penn &amp; Teller, Siegfried &amp;amp; Roy."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quiz from blogthings.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114158584548923287?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114116968375638654</id><published>2006-02-28T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T19:34:43.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;good luck to zach on getting his SSI SCUBA certification!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;he'll do great on his open waters and i'll have a new diving buddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;AGLAGLAGLGALLAGLGLLALLGLAGLALGLGLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;zach- aren't you so excited to yell that to eachother under water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114116968375638654?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114116968375638654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114116968375638654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114116968375638654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114116968375638654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-luck-to-zach-on-getting-his-ssi.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-114069979775473361</id><published>2006-02-23T08:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T00:16:36.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/adhd%20@.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/320/adhd%20%40.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;How many ADD kids does it take to screw in a light bulb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;-Wanna go ride bikes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i was diagnosed with ADD 10 years ago and as you grow and change, so does the disorder. it's recommended that you get re-evaluated when you get older. i went to OSU's health center for a pre-evaluation check up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my doctor asked me to tell her about my ADD. so i did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for starters, i say, let me tell you about the past seven minutes. i just dropped off my prescription for adderall at the pharmacy. it took me about three minutes to find my prescription in my notebook, and i just now realized i left my wallet at home and can't pay for the prescription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let me tell you about last wednesday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i had a big math exam that day. of course, i'm getting a D, so i needed to do well on the test. i'm also doing poorly in my poli sci class. because i didn't do my homework for poli sci the night before, i got up really early to do what i didn't do the previous night. i knew there would be a quiz so i planned on studying my notes on my bus ride to school. i get on the bus and as i'm a few stops down, i realize i left my notebook, which has my notes for ALL my classes, at home... it's too late to turn back. so i go to class. i'm not even upset, this stuff happens to me so much, i'm used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story doesn't end there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go back to my apartment after class to get my notebook and i decide to study for my math exam. i do a fair amount of studying, then leave my apartment to go to math class. i get to math class and i realize i left my fucking calculator and study guide at home.... but i had my notebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, tell me i don't need medication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/320/adhd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114069979775473361?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114069979775473361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114069979775473361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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for a while. i've been busy, but i'm not sure with what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;here is a list of random things i've done in the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-spent valentine's day with my mom... might as well be a 40 year old virgin.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-cleaned out my closet.... i know, i'm keeping you on the edge of your seat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-finally watched "the 40 year old virgin" with derrick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-had friends over for dinner on different occasions and made the same thing... mexicali pie, which was really good. it's soy meat with taco seasoning, onions, anaheim chili, a big can of diced tomatoes and a corn bread crust...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-actually studied for more than an hour for TWO exams, math and geology. it doesn't matter how much time &lt;em&gt;over&lt;/em&gt; an hour i spent studying, but it's a big step that it was &lt;em&gt;more than&lt;/em&gt; an hour.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-managed &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to start fights with any past, present, or potential gentleman callers, also a big step.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-have been SLOWLY applying for jobs at restaurants but no one is hiring. i've only filled out four applications so i don't know why i'm discouraged.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-counted out the days left until i graduate... 217 BABY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-joined netflix, first on my cheque is grey's anatomy season 1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-broke three separate glass objects in less than three hours... a small dish, a bowl, and a jar of salsa, what a mess...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-decided to stop taking adderall for a while, i think it's fucking with my head man. so far i've been doing ok without it.. but then again, i broke three things in three hours. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-114049917597366938?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/114049917597366938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=114049917597366938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114049917597366938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/114049917597366938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-postings-for-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113961832691474950</id><published>2006-02-10T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T11:52:02.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/IMG_2976.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Erin just sent me the pictures her brother-in-law and pro- photographer took at the wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;They are really cute, i couldn't resist putting more pictures up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ladies and Gentleman, Mr. and Mrs. Roush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/IMG_3118.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/320/IMG_2881.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awwwwww....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/IMG_2997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/400/IMG_2997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/IMG_3307.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/400/IMG_3307.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Try finding a more &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gorgeous bride... TRY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/IMG_3175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/320/IMG_3175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/IMG_3241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/320/IMG_3241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mean come on,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;look at her!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/400/IMG_3290.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, She's a Lady.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/IMG_3287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/320/IMG_3287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/IMG_3208.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/320/IMG_3208.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look, but don't touch...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why am I crying? I have a full beer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/IMG_2976.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/IMG_3063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/320/IMG_3063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/IMG_2976.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/320/IMG_2976.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What a Ham...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/320/IMG_2843.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; So much hotness in such a small space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/IMG_3118.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/320/IMG_3118.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I have everything I need for the night...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113961832691474950?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113961832691474950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113961832691474950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113961832691474950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113961832691474950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/02/erin-just-sent-me-pictures-her-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113958850784461713</id><published>2006-02-10T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T12:23:26.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why does Snoop Dogg Need an Umbrella?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fo' Drizzle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113958850784461713?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113958850784461713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113958850784461713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113958850784461713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113958850784461713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-does-snoop-dogg-need-umbrella-fo.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113943564978380575</id><published>2006-02-08T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T12:22:40.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How They Start Me Up...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/RS.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/400/RS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 40 Years, The Rolling Stones are STILL the Baddest Boys in the Business.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the stones have been one of my favorite bands for almost 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;sunday's superbowl XL performance reminded me why they are the coolest band in the history of rock and roll.&lt;br /&gt;mick jagger's mic volume was turned down when he sang the ending lyrics of "start me up" that goes "you make a dead man come..." even though the members themselves are in their sixties, and most of their music is over 40 years old, they are STILL considered to be too risque and be censored, god i LOVE the stones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/TOUNGE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/400/TOUNGE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113943564978380575?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113943564978380575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113943564978380575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113943564978380575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113943564978380575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-they-start-me-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113936896862609686</id><published>2006-02-07T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:22:48.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hung my targets from the shooting range by my back door so if anyone ever breaks in, they'll know what they're up against... poor bastards.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113936896862609686?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113936896862609686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113936896862609686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113936896862609686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113936896862609686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-hung-my-targets-from-shooting-range.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113917745618379339</id><published>2006-02-05T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T21:18:15.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Run From Me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you'll only die tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i went to OSU's shooting range on friday and shot rifles with my academic advisor. i didn't do too bad. i shot about 40 rounds at targets 50 feet away. only two of my shots missed the target and one of those shots was because i pulled the trigger before i had lined up my shot, which is why they tell you not to put your finger on the trigger until the second you are ready to shoot. i got within one circle of the bullseye four times. so don't fuck with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my favorite part was loading and unloading the rifle, it's very sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;next thursday i'm going to shoot handguns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113917745618379339?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113917745618379339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113917745618379339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113917745618379339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113917745618379339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/02/dont-run-from-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113894555724243512</id><published>2006-02-03T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T01:57:06.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Screwing With the Circle of Life: One Man's Quest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my good friend, and TRUE partner in crime, zach, left for malaysia as a fullbright scholar in december. although i check is blog constantly to see what's new in his world, we hadn't talked over IM or e-mail at all until last week. this is what his hilariousness had to say about the insect situation in his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jomamaou:&lt;/span&gt; so how's your house? less cockroaches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;holabob01:&lt;/span&gt; haha, yea, there are less because i shoot them with raid at every second... so i think the word has made it back to the nest "watch the fuck out, he bought the gallon size can"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;holabob01:&lt;/span&gt; and it's nice, i just leave their poisoned bodies wherever they fall and the ants come and eat it, but then they all die because it's poisoned... god, the circle of life is amazing... especially if you learn how to screw it&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;god damn it i miss that kid&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i stole his bed last spring and completely reasembled it at a friend's house because he stole every clock in my house. when he realized his entire bed, box spring, frame, and all, were missing he called, wasted, at 3 am trying to find out "WHERE THE FUCK" his bed was. the messages are hysterical and still have them saved in my phone. i'll transcribe them soon and post them on the blog&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113894555724243512?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113894555724243512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113894555724243512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113894555724243512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113894555724243512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/02/screwing-with-circle-of-life-one-mans.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113894282822917211</id><published>2006-02-03T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T01:25:32.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Whore of the W-2's&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they just keep coming and coming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2005 brought me a total of four W-2's, which tied with 2003's previous record. let it be known that while i have held, count 'em, 17 jobs in nine years of working, i have only been fired from two (that's just 1%, i did the math.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;interestingly, the two jobs i was fired from were both during this past year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm willing to bet i will hold at least 10 more jobs over my lifetime. this is because i don't like to live in the same place for very long, and my life's ambitions change about once a year, usually more. because of this i have to find new jobs that fit around the way i want to live my life and where i want to live it for the next however many months. that and i haven't figured out how to take shit from bitchy bosses, and i don't plan on learning, ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113894282822917211?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113894282822917211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113894282822917211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113894282822917211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113894282822917211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/02/whore-of-w-2s.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113847898849566044</id><published>2006-01-28T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T16:09:48.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asian Yum Yum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;had lunch at the north market with the ever entertaining adam and anne. for maybe the third time in all my visits to the north market, i got something &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; than indian food. i got a sandwich from the vietnamese place, it was really good. i know what your thinking "vietnamese sandwich?" but it was really good, ask adam and anne, they tired it and loved it. it had vegetarian ham which didn't taste like ham at all, it just tasted like salty goodness. i highly recommend the #4 next time you go&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113847898849566044?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113847898849566044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113847898849566044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113847898849566044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113847898849566044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/01/asian-yum-yum-had-lunch-at-north.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113820465812701680</id><published>2006-01-25T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T11:57:38.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;IT'S SNOWING!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;While the rest of columbus is hunkering down in fallout shelters, i'm enjoying the flurries of snow, otherwise known as "BREAKING NEWS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113820465812701680?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113820371465917414</id><published>2006-01-25T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T11:41:54.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reasons Why I Feel Old;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) i feel bad when i think high school age guys are hot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) i listen to NPR, like every day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) i actually take a break from drinking after a really bad hangover.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.) i buy "sugar free" foods.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.) i have a wine rack.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.) i buy bottled beer, not cans.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reasons Why I feel Young;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) i love paris hilton.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) i think farts are funny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) i get drunk and fall down, often.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.) i think petty theft is fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.) i can't follow directions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.) sometimes beer is the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; thing in my fridge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113820371465917414?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113820371465917414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113820371465917414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113820371465917414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113820371465917414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/01/reasons-why-i-feel-old-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113815875358654417</id><published>2006-01-24T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T23:12:33.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.chucknorrisfacts.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;http://www.chucknorrisfacts.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113815875358654417?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113815875358654417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113815875358654417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113815875358654417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113815875358654417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/01/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113814006728284542</id><published>2006-01-24T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:02:20.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all the adderall in the midwest could not motivate &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/images.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="122" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/400/images.0.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me to study for my math exam tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113814006728284542?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113814006728284542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113814006728284542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113814006728284542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113814006728284542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-adderall-in-midwest-could-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113813981948700043</id><published>2006-01-24T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T17:56:59.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my apartment is pretty messy for someone who hasn't been spending much time there. funny how that works out...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113813981948700043?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113804345494372526</id><published>2006-01-23T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T15:11:45.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Things I'll Never Understand: Part One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;why people who fly southwest, where there is no seating assignment, STAND in line for &lt;em&gt;over an hour&lt;/em&gt; to get a good SEAT on a flight that only &lt;em&gt;lasts&lt;/em&gt; an hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113804345494372526?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113804345494372526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113804345494372526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113804345494372526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113804345494372526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/01/things-ill-never-understand-part-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113804141127795055</id><published>2006-01-23T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T14:36:51.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just got back from D.C. last night where i had a family get together with the arensteins, who i don't get to see often. it was great. i really, really love my family. i love the older ones, i love the younger ones, i love the ones who have married into the family.  they are all so amazing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113804141127795055?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113804141127795055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113804141127795055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113804141127795055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113804141127795055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-just-got-back-from-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113803128580620641</id><published>2006-01-23T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T11:48:05.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAZEL TOV to hugh who got a job in chicago!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good luck dude!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113803128580620641?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113803128580620641/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113769401444570189</id><published>2006-01-19T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T14:06:54.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;More Incentive to Leave the Midwest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;yes, columbus has been experiencing warmer than usual weather. but its columbus, it will be hailing in the morning, then sunny and 72 in the afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yesterday it was 32 degrees and it snowed. it was THE biggest story of the day. there have been three shootings on OSU campus in the past week, including a kidnapping, and what story do you think the news channels lead with? thats right, the quarter inch of snow on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;they interviewed some guy about the snow and i shit you not, this was the caption&lt;br /&gt;"jon smith-&lt;br /&gt;                 Surprised by Snow"&lt;br /&gt;its FUCKING JANUARY JON! get your shit together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today its sunny, no clouds and around 50. i bet jon smith is having a damn coronary right now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113769401444570189?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113769401444570189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113769401444570189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113769401444570189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113769401444570189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/01/more-incentive-to-leave-midwest.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113755714996392305</id><published>2006-01-17T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T00:05:49.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/pj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/400/pj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't know what's worse, the fact that my sister told me it would be ok to go to a bar in my pajamas on sunday morning, or the fact that i believed her and went.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah, my sister lives a few doors down from a bar. so sunday morning we were all watching the colts game. it was like noon or one and we wanted to order food from the bar. we didn't have a menu so everyone walked over there to look at the menu and order food. i asked my cousins to bring me back a menu since i was the only one still in my pajamas. abby was like "just come with us." i'm like "i'm in my pajamas."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"its totally cool" she assured me, "there will be like two people in there, and they will both be old and half drunk."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i made her promise me three times she wasn't lying. so i put on my shoes and walk to the bar, right before the bar i stopped her roommate jill, and said "watch, the bar is not only going to be packed, but there will be a ton of hot guys in there watching the game." i'm NEVER right about that stuff, but sunday morning i hit the nail right on the head. the bar was bustling. so i had to act like it was the most natural thing in the world to be in a bar in my pajamas. so i pretended to look at the menu, cursed my sister, and left.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'll get her back. we have a black tie optional wedding coming up. i'm going to send her a fake flyer from the bride saying the theme has changed to Beach Party, and everyone should wear their bathing suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113755714996392305?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113755714996392305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113755714996392305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113755714996392305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113755714996392305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-dont-know-whats-worse-fact-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113750931121820221</id><published>2006-01-17T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T10:48:31.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i went to chicago this weekend, i know i should say i went to visit my sister, but i really went to be with my cousins who were also driving in from indiana, and to be with our three other cousins who live there.&lt;br /&gt;abby and i do not get along, and have never gotten along. everyone keeps telling us "you'll be best friends when you are older" but i don't see it happening.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we didn't do much in chicago. we did go downtown, but didn't spend much time there. we mostly spent time at my sister's house and at the bar a few doors down.&lt;br /&gt;next weekend is my trip to DC where i do this all over again, but with cousins on my grandpa's side of the family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113750931121820221?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113750931121820221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113750931121820221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113750931121820221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113750931121820221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-went-to-chicago-this-weekend-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113712185509269321</id><published>2006-01-12T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T23:15:17.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But the Paint Chips Tasted so Good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i don't really remember eating paint chips when i was little, but there's really no other explanation for why everyone else in my family is so smart and i'm a little "slow," or "special" as my mom likes to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a direct quote from my cousin, dan's, blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is it only now, in my final semester, that I want to read more Feynman, or develop a better understanding of quantum physics. I only had, you know, six years to do so." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dan is a grad student at berkeley and builds batteries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/QP2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/400/QP2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here is an example from my math homework this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/math%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/400/math%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;6+3= ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/math%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i shit you not, this was an honest to god problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care what anyone says, i like riding the short bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/400/bus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113712185509269321?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113712185509269321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113712185509269321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113712185509269321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113712185509269321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/01/but-paint-chips-tasted-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113668276718831109</id><published>2006-01-07T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T21:13:53.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why can't someone invade the united states and remove our leader from power?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/bush.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/400/bush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; am convinced george b%$* is the anti-christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just signed a bill making it harder for detainees at guantanamo bay to fight the legality of their imprisonment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;george w. b%$# is the biggest threat to freedom and the world's most dangerous terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand that bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113656821945158957</id><published>2006-01-06T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T13:23:39.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Readin', Writin', 'Rithmatic....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;school started up again. i actually like my classes. i'm taking math, geology, and a political science class about women and the law. i like all my teachers, especially my poli sci teacher, she's really interesting. my geology TA is someone i went to high school with and dated one of my best friend, brette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;its weird, because this is technically the beginning of my senior year since i have three quarters left including this one. so i'll be attending resume workshops and career fairs and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was dreading graduating at first because i thought it was a step toward adulthood, which i am trying to delay as long as possible, but more because i thought it would mean i would have to make decisions about what i wanted to do and where i wanted to do it. but that's not the case. i'm not going to get a "real" job when i leave school. i want to travel while working in different kinds of social development programs like health education, sexual abuse and human trafficking prevention, and literacy programs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then i'll look for an actual job, or go back to school. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but for right now, i'm going to make lunch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113656821945158957?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113656821945158957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113656821945158957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113656821945158957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/320/DSC00516.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goin' to the chapel....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erin's wedding was amazing. she looked absolutely &lt;em&gt;stunning, &lt;/em&gt;as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/DSC00517.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/200/DSC00517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching one of my best friends walk down the aisle was so surreal. i kept thinking of all the silly things we had done together, then here she is, looking more elegant than a princess and doing something as adult as getting married and i just can't describe the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything about the night was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;the reception hall was gorgeous and the party was just a freaking blast. this was the first wedding i've been in and i want to be a professional bridesmaids now i loved it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;                                                                     Mr. &amp; Mrs. Roush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/200/DSC00528.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/DSC00543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/200/DSC00543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/200/DSC00548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nick a groomsmen from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Arizona who quickly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;became my date for the evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Katie, a fellow bridesmaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at BW3s after the reception.&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113634345444821617?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113634345444821617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113634345444821617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113634345444821617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113634345444821617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2006/01/goin-to-chapel.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113567879731763907</id><published>2005-12-27T05:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T06:19:57.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/200/santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i went to the most hilarious christmas party last night. my friend jackie asked if i wanted to go with her to a party thrown by people i didn't know, it was in my neighborhood so i went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got there and everyone was so nice. bill, the guy who lived at the apartment, said we were doing a gift exchange and was really eager for us to participate. i told him i didn't have a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/santa.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/200/santa.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gift to exchange but he said that was no problem, that there were a ton of gifts. so we start opening presents. they were all cheesy santa ornaments, cookie tins, holiday mugs, christmas coasters, etc. we're all laughing hysterically as each gift is opened and each gift ge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/tins.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/200/tins.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ts tackier and tackier. i'm loving this because the gifts are so funny and i'm thinking "wow, this is a great idea." i asked bill and his girlfriend lindsay where they found all this stuff. bill just looked at me and said "these are my christmas presents from my family and i can't stand to look at them anymore so i have to give them away. at first i thought he was joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bill is a healthy, normal, 29 year old male, but for some reason his family buys him the strangest gifts no one under the age of 70 could enjoy or appreciate. one of the gifts his parents got him was, and i shit you not, a floral quilted tote bag. ok, what about a floral quilted tote bag says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/tote.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="105" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/200/tote.1.jpg" width="106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "gift for a 29 year old man?" i'm telling you, the gifts were unbelievable. i decided that next year instead of adopting a poor family to buy gifts for, i'm going to adopt bill who is just as unfortunate during the holidays as any poverty stricken family. these gifts were &lt;em&gt;horrible&lt;/em&gt; and its not like his parents bought him these gifts in addition to his real gifts, these were his REAL gifts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i mean, i was disappointed christmas morning when my mom bought my sister and i matching toiletry bags, which are actually pretty cool, with our initials embroidered on them. my initials were embroidered in green while abby's initials were pink, i wanted pink initials. just not having a pretty color on my bag was enough to make me not like the gift at all, and the toiletry bag was the most minor gift i got this year. now i feel like a spoiled brat and i suddenly LOVE my green embroidered toiletry bag.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so the next time you get a bad gift for any occasion, think of poor bill and be thankful whatever you got isn't a glass santa figure, santa shaped candles, or god forbid, a grandma-esq floral printed quilted bag, no matter what your gender.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/tote.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/tote.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113567879731763907?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113567879731763907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113567879731763907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113567879731763907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113567879731763907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-went-to-most-hilarious-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113562385487588449</id><published>2005-12-26T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T15:04:14.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;sorry for not posting for a  while.  there wasn't much time to write when i was in hawaii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;the trip was amazing. oahu has the reputation for being the crappiest of all the hawaiian islands, but i thought oahu was incredible and if oahu supposedly sucks in comparison,  can't WAIT to see the other islands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;it was probably one of the best trips of my life. we camped right on the beach, i got my SCUBA certification, and just relaxed on all the many beautiful beaches, it was fabulous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;on the way home i stopped in california to see my cousins rob, dan, and alex who flew out to meet me. we spent a day in berkeley and a day in san francisco. it was the perfect ending to a perfect trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;will write more later to keep this from becoming an excessivly long blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113562385487588449?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113562385487588449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113562385487588449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113562385487588449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113562385487588449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/12/sorry-for-not-posting-for-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113383136903399034</id><published>2005-12-05T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:09:29.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think i want to work for an orphanage in honduras for children with AIDS for a couple months when i graduate. i should probably start looking into that now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113383136903399034?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113383136903399034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113383136903399034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113383136903399034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113383136903399034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-think-i-want-to-work-for-orphanage.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113339753654206001</id><published>2005-11-30T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T15:32:54.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have three new obsessions ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) The Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders- I want to be one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/DCC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/320/DCC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) Playboy- The Girls Next Door is my new favorite show.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/GND.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="267" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/320/GND.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) Apple cinnamon raisin granola-Yum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113339753654206001?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113339753654206001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113339753654206001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113339753654206001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113339753654206001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-have-three-new-obsessions-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113327720551460671</id><published>2005-11-29T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T11:13:25.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had a great thanksgiving. a lot of friends were in from out of town. it was great to see everyone. i had so much fun with my family on thursday and friday. i wish they could have stayed longer. i can't wait to see them at christmas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is my last week of classes, then finals, then hawaii, then california!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm meeting today with ohio state's office of international education to see if i can study abroad in the summer. i hope i'm able to work something out. i'd like to go  to south america, new zealand, or somewhere in africa, but there isn't anywhere i wouldn't go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113327720551460671?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113327720551460671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113327720551460671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113327720551460671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113327720551460671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/11/had-great-thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113259095701885490</id><published>2005-11-21T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T12:35:57.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just when i thought my winter vacation to hawaii and california could not get any better, it did. my cousin alex, brother of dan who lives in berkeley, is flying out to meet me when i'm out there. the only way this trip could be better would be if i won some sweepsteaks for free liposuction that would leave me fully recovered right before i leave for hawaii.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113259095701885490?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113259095701885490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113259095701885490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113259095701885490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113259095701885490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-when-i-thought-my-winter-vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113250509733333480</id><published>2005-11-20T12:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T12:52:30.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i know its only sunday, but i'm getting really excited for thanksgiving. its one of my three favorite holidays (halloween and 4th of july are my other two.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i mean come on... its a day set aside to eat, hang out with your family, eat, watch some football, eat, spend time with all your friends who are in town for the weekend, eat, drink, then eat some more. i can't think of a better way to spend 24 hours.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113250509733333480?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113250509733333480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113250509733333480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113250509733333480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113250509733333480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-know-its-only-sunday-but-im-getting_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113236191460441683</id><published>2005-11-18T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T20:59:52.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm in the Dog House...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;academically speaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i'm really not doing well in my classes, not doing well meaning failing one class and getting a D+ in another. i have to get Cs in these classes because they are for my major. so i'm not doing anything but reading and studying until finals (minus a day of state sanctioned gluttony this thursday of course.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113236191460441683?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113236191460441683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113236191460441683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113236191460441683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113236191460441683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-in-dog-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113190560600742060</id><published>2005-11-13T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T10:36:14.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/You"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/400/You%27re%20Fired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i got fired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/fired.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my manager jeff called to tell me "jon (the owner) has decided to go with a new wait staff on the weekend." i asked if there were specific reasons and he said jon was still pissed off about a tab that a customer had waked on a while ago and "performance."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i actually knew it was comming because i heard from a friend that his friend had got hired at the tavern for friday and saturday nights, my shift. that made the situation much better because it would have caught me totally off guard and i would have been really upset.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i definitely had made some mistakes and stuff while i've worked there, but nothing major, just honest mistakes, and i hadn't made any mistakes in the past few months. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at the tavern, if your performance is an issue, they don't just fire you, they sit you down and tell you to shape up. i had never had a sit down with jon and every time i would see him at the bar he would tell me he keeps hearing good things about me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm kind of confused. if my performance was an problem, why didn't i get a sit down, and why didn't they fire me months ago when my performance was an issue? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was planning on leaving the tavern after the new year because business is so slow and we're not making any money. i also had taken a bunch of time off in decemeber to go to hawaii and be in my friend's wedding. i know jon hates it when people quit, he thinks they are stealing. when people have quit in the past giving him two weeks notice, he fires them on the spot. maybe he knew i was going to leave. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;so on to job # 18. i'm not going to look for anything until after the new year, there is no point in looking for a job when im going to need three weekends off in a month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;i want to find a job serving at a nice restaraunt on the weekends. this way i can be finished with work by 11, still have time to go out with my friends on the weekend, and be in bed by 3 am. i'm thinking about working at a cameron mitchell restaraunt, i hear he is a really good employer. plus i really like his restaraunts. martnini's would be ideal because its right in my neighborhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113190560600742060?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113190560600742060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113190560600742060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113190560600742060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113190560600742060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-got-fired-my-manager-jeff-called-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113160083860070480</id><published>2005-11-10T01:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T11:16:06.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sisterhood of the Traveling Melodrama</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/400/3%20woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is what susan, nancy, and i have named our trip to hawaii. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we met for dinner tonight to talk about our trip, but the conversation quickly turned to, and remained on the subject of men. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i made the observation that this trip would be quite interesting as susan has just broken up with her boyfriend of two years, and will (probably) be hooking up with the guy we are staying with in hawaii (yeah girl!) nancy has been dating the same guy for a year, so she's pretty stable. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have a different guy fucking with my head about every two weeks. so who knows what romantic fiasco i'll be dealing with the week i leave. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the fiasco i'm dealing with this week is a real piece of work. one minute i think i've been voted off the island, then somehow, i'm granted immunity and am able to stay. we're hanging out tomorrow night. if anything else goes wrong i'm swimming home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113160083860070480?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113160083860070480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113160083860070480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113160083860070480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113160083860070480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/11/sisterhood-of-traveling-melodrama.html' title='The Sisterhood of the Traveling Melodrama'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113151462118042165</id><published>2005-11-09T01:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T11:29:11.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm affraid of thunder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who knew? i didn't. i'm sitting here in my living room alone and th&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/images.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" height="88" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/400/images.jpg" width="99" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e thunder is so loud and scary i had to call james. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like, i really wanted to cry i was so scared. i think the storm is pretty much over, or at least the loud thunder is. but god damn was i scared.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113151462118042165?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113151462118042165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113151462118042165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113151462118042165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113151462118042165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-affraid-of-thunder.html' title='I&apos;m affraid of thunder'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113139321178076373</id><published>2005-11-07T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T16:00:52.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/weightloss_4_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/400/weightloss_4_5.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salad and Cereal.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;thats all i'm eating until i go to &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hawaii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;my &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/400/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;goal is to lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se 4 &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;po&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unds a week until i go on vacation... sound extreme? so is my cellulite&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/PhotoWeightLossSurg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113139321178076373?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113139321178076373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113139321178076373' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113139321178076373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113139321178076373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/11/salad-and-cereal.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113090696446920709</id><published>2005-11-02T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T01:01:46.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/oahu%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/320/oahu%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/oahu%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAWAII BITCHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thats where i'm going for winter vacation!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as you read earlier, my trip to belize didn't work out. so my friend susan, who was going to belize with me, was like "lets go to hawaii, i have a friend who owns a dive shop on oahu, we can stay with." and i'm all "i kind of have my heart set on belize." and she's like "think about it." so i did, and now i'm all "LETS GO TO HAWAII BITCHES!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not only that, but our friend nancy is going too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/oahu%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="122" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/400/oahu%202.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and to make it even better, i'm going to stop in berekeley on my way home and visit my cousins dan and rob. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OAAAAAAHUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113090696446920709?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113090696446920709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113090696446920709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113090696446920709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113090696446920709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/11/hawaii-bitches-thats-where-im-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113009663999825317</id><published>2005-10-23T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T17:20:15.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/dollar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/320/dollar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A Note on Tipping....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know i said i wouldn't be posting much, but i've been meaning to post my two cents on tipping for a while but haven't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my friend zach has a great blog and has recently started a job at california pizza kitchen. he does alot of ranting and raving about customers (both the good and bad) anyways, his most recent entry reminded me that i want to share the following information with as many people as i can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most of you know i am a cocktail waitress at a bar. and at bars, people drink beer, leaving them drunk, horney, and dehydrated. to solve the later problem, they wisely order water. and they order it from me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes, water is free, and because its free, people don't tip, which is understandable... understandable, but wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a server in a bar has to do MORE work to get you that free glass of water.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unlike the alcoholic beverages, the waitress has to get the water herself, in addition to fighting her way through a crowd of drunken molesters to bring you your water so you don't have a headache in the morning. meanwhile she ends up with a pinched ass and an empty pocket because you are cheap and lazy. karma will be on your side the next time you tip your waitress when she brings you water.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;IN ADDITION.... there are people who don't tip at all. to all you rat bastards out there, i have this to say; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;you may think that servers don't deserve a tip for simply bringing you a drink. but what you don't know is that we also clear and clean the table for you before you even come in to the bar so you have a decent place to sit down. when your done with your drink, we take that away too. we clear all the empty drinks from tables so that when you come in, you have a clean glass to drink out of. without waitresses, you would be sitting in booth next to 50 empty glasses and a dirty table caked with puke, and peanut shells, and dried sugary drinks, and dirty napkins, and empy sugar packets, and straw wrappers, and all the other shit people leave behind on bar tabes, drinking out of the same dirty glass 60 other people have also drank out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/116088/2/istockphoto_One_Dollar_Bill__Burned_116088.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.istockphoto.com/file_closeup.php%3Fid%3D116088&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;h=203&amp;w=270&amp;amp;sz=11&amp;tbnid=7uQskOO5Ey0J:&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tbnh=81&amp;tbnw=108&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;start=12&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Done%2Bdollar%2Bbill%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/116088/2/istockphoto_One_Dollar_Bill__Burned_116088.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.istockphoto.com/file_closeup.php%3Fid%3D116088&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;h=203&amp;w=270&amp;amp;sz=11&amp;tbnid=7uQskOO5Ey0J:&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tbnh=81&amp;tbnw=108&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;start=12&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Done%2Bdollar%2Bbill%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/116088/2/istockphoto_One_Dollar_Bill__Burned_116088.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.istockphoto.com/file_closeup.php%3Fid%3D116088&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;h=203&amp;w=270&amp;amp;sz=11&amp;tbnid=7uQskOO5Ey0J:&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tbnh=81&amp;tbnw=108&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;start=12&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Done%2Bdollar%2Bbill%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/116088/2/istockphoto_One_Dollar_Bill__Burned_116088.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.istockphoto.com/file_closeup.php%3Fid%3D116088&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;h=203&amp;w=270&amp;amp;sz=11&amp;tbnid=7uQskOO5Ey0J:&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tbnh=81&amp;tbnw=108&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;start=12&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Done%2Bdollar%2Bbill%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/116088/2/istockphoto_One_Dollar_Bill__Burned_116088.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.istockphoto.com/file_closeup.php%3Fid%3D116088&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;h=203&amp;w=270&amp;amp;sz=11&amp;tbnid=7uQskOO5Ey0J:&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tbnh=81&amp;tbnw=108&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;start=12&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Done%2Bdollar%2Bbill%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/116088/2/istockphoto_One_Dollar_Bill__Burned_116088.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.istockphoto.com/file_closeup.php%3Fid%3D116088&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;h=203&amp;w=270&amp;amp;sz=11&amp;tbnid=7uQskOO5Ey0J:&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tbnh=81&amp;tbnw=108&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;start=12&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Done%2Bdollar%2Bbill%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/116088/2/istockphoto_One_Dollar_Bill__Burned_116088.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.istockphoto.com/file_closeup.php%3Fid%3D116088&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;h=203&amp;w=270&amp;amp;sz=11&amp;tbnid=7uQskOO5Ey0J:&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tbnh=81&amp;tbnw=108&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;start=12&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Done%2Bdollar%2Bbill%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;just keep that in mind next time you don't feel like parting w&lt;a 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href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/116088/2/istockphoto_One_Dollar_Bill__Burned_116088.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.istockphoto.com/file_closeup.php%3Fid%3D116088&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;h=203&amp;w=270&amp;amp;sz=11&amp;tbnid=7uQskOO5Ey0J:&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tbnh=81&amp;tbnw=108&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;start=12&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Done%2Bdollar%2Bbill%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ith a dollar you stupid dickhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/dola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/400/dola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so what have we learned today kids? a waitress has to do more work to bring you your free glass of water, and not tipping at all is just totally unacceptable. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ok, i'm off my soap box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113009663999825317?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113009663999825317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113009663999825317' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113009663999825317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113009663999825317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/10/note-on-tipping.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-113009428728341423</id><published>2005-10-23T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:04:47.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know i haven't posted much lately. life has been busy with my grandmother's death, catching up on school work, i've been babysitting alot too in the mornings, which really has cut into my time. but nothing is really going on right now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have two midterms next week. i probably won't be able to post again for a while. i have family coming in this week from NY and i'm so excited. but i have alot of cleaning to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;life is just busy.... it will slow&lt;/span&gt; down soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-113009428728341423?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/113009428728341423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=113009428728341423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113009428728341423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/113009428728341423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-know-i-havent-posted-much-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-112978514297422992</id><published>2005-10-20T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T01:12:22.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;my constant inability to follow directions and blatant disregard for deadlines is truly astounding... i someimes shock myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-112978514297422992?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/112978514297422992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=112978514297422992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112978514297422992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112978514297422992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-constant-inability-to-follow.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-112908737488843000</id><published>2005-10-11T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:22:54.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;god damn it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've been planning on going to belize with a certain tour group for months now. last week  finally got the guts to ask my boss for time off from work. i've been checking the website making sure there were still spots available and as of last week there were 7+ available. i looked today and what do i see "BOOKINGS CLOSED" WHAT THE FUCK??!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so now i'm like god damn it... now i have to find a whole new trip to go with and i'm not happy about it. i really wanted to go on this specific trip. i'm still going to belize and i'm going to find a trip thats going to be so amazing its going to blow the other trip i wanted to go on out  of the water.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people don't understand why i refuse to make plans for anything past six months in the future, and this is exactly why; because nothing ever works out as planned.... never. its not a bad thing, its just how my life is. so now i'm thinking four months should be my limit to plan making.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-112908737488843000?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/112908737488843000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=112908737488843000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112908737488843000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112908737488843000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/10/god-damn-it-ive-been-planning-on-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-112905335018855389</id><published>2005-10-11T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T13:58:16.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with both my grandma and grandpa gone, i really feel like there is something missing from my life now. i just feel really weird, i don't know how to explain it, i just feel weird...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my grandma was really an amazing person. she was so full of life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the funeral was yesterday. i was ok through most of the ceremony. but when they put the metal cover over her casket, i broke down. i felt like i was going to collapse. but then a chain from the metal cover got stuck under her casket and it was the funniest thing i had ever seen. it was like even in death she had to put up a fight and be difficult. so i was standing there crying so hard i can't even see, but laughing at the same time. my mom and uncle and i were cracking up. i said "you give 'em hell grandma!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they were using a shovel to try and pry the chain lose and my uncle said the shovel would probably break before the chain came free. for some reason, that stuck chain brought me so much comfort. i walked away from her grave with my uncle smiling. it was a totally appropriate ending to the ceremony.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm doing much better now. i kind of got it all out of me at the funeral. i'm going back to cincy tonight with my parents to sit shiva.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-112905335018855389?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/112905335018855389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=112905335018855389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112905335018855389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112905335018855389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/10/with-both-my-grandma-and-grandpa-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-112887734447101739</id><published>2005-10-09T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T13:02:24.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;my grandma died this morning. i'm actually ok. i cried alot on friday when i went to visit her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;friday really sucked. i mean REALLY sucked. my aunt anne had a double mastectomy. her hospital was right across the street from where my grandma lives. so my dad and i spent the day going between the hospital and my grandma's assisted living place. shitty... but  my aunt pulled through the surgery like a champ and she's recovering amazingly fast so we have that to be thankful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;its just weird that my grandma's gone. i don't think its completely hit me yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-112887734447101739?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/112887734447101739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=112887734447101739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112887734447101739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112887734447101739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-grandma-died-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-112848014599129198</id><published>2005-10-04T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T17:17:03.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/cell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/320/cell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/1600/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1020/1309/320/toilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dropped my cell phone in the toilet today &lt;em&gt;after &lt;/em&gt;i had peed. i mean if anything ever deserved a "F&lt;em&gt;UUUUUUU&lt;/em&gt;CK!" its that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i like to think of myself as an optimist and i'm glad i dropped it in the toilet after ONLY peeing and i dropped it in my toilet at my parents house as opposed to a public toilet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my phone still works though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-112848014599129198?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/112848014599129198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=112848014599129198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112848014599129198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112848014599129198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dropped-my-cell-phone-in-toilet.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-112817639308032457</id><published>2005-10-01T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:16:55.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;my grandma is dying. she's in the final stages of alzheimer's. i went and saw her yesterday. she didn't look good. she could leave us any day, or she could hang on for months. i'm praying she goes quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;life's been nuts. two of my aunts were diagnosed with cancer within weeks of each other, my uncle had a minor stroke, my brother has pneumonia, and then there's everything going on with my grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;my life sounds like a shel silverstein poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-112817639308032457?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/112817639308032457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=112817639308032457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112817639308032457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112817639308032457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-grandma-is-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-112791127531982308</id><published>2005-09-28T08:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T08:54:38.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm so excited to be in erin's wedding its nauseating.&lt;br /&gt;here is the dress i'm going to wear, its SO pretty. i love it.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the only thing is that its strapless and i don't do so well with strapless dresses. i'm going to need industrial strength tape that thing in place. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesmaids_bycolor_detail.jsp?stid=1552&amp;sid=6589&amp;amp;cfid=9"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesmaids_bycolor_detail.jsp?stid=1552&amp;sid=6589&amp;amp;cfid=9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-112791127531982308?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/112791127531982308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=112791127531982308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112791127531982308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112791127531982308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-so-excited-to-be-in-erins-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-112778827764697734</id><published>2005-09-26T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T22:31:17.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;i forgot to mention one &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; important thing that happened this weekend. one of my best friends, the &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt; , HILLARIOUS, wild, crazy, erin gloor, asked me to be a bridesmaid in her wedding this december! i about cried. its so weird, but in a really cool way that she is getting married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;she's the second friend of mine to get married and the first wedding i've ever been in. its so exciting. this is going to be a crazy, crazy wedding. i can't freaking wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-112778827764697734?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/112778827764697734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=112778827764697734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112778827764697734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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too. i liked him, but i could tell he didn't like me... it figures... but he text messaged me last night?? what the hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;jason and i went to the OSU vs. iowa game which was so much fun. courtney and pixxie were in town for the weekend, but i only got to see them for a minute on saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;two of my aunts have been diagnosed with cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;my brother is sick with pneumonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;but everything is ok. i'll write more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-112769173942819140?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/112769173942819140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=112769173942819140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112769173942819140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112769173942819140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/09/crazy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-112707131661129430</id><published>2005-09-18T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T15:21:56.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i saw bachelor #1 at work last night (the one i thought was gay and did the "leave behind.") he hasn't called since the last night we hung out. seeing him wasn't awkward or anything. i told him he had left his belt at my house... and you know what he said? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"yeah, i usually don't wear that belt, only when i wear black shoes..."  what a homo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but you have to love courtships that end with nothing more than "hey, you left some shit at my house, if you want it come get it, because i'm sure as hell not bringing it to you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-112707131661129430?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/112707131661129430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=112707131661129430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112707131661129430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112707131661129430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-i-saw-bachelor-1-at-work-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-112689865020770293</id><published>2005-09-16T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:27:46.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;last night my dad took my friends lauren, zach, and hugh up into the new control tower of the airport. it was really cool. i haven't been in the new one yet. to say zach is deathly afraid of flying is a gross understatement. but i think talking to my dad about planes and stuff made him feel better. it was therapy for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.s. zach, you'll probably get a kick out of knowing what my dad said about you; "christ, is that kid ADD or what? he's the male version of you joanna."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;and i said "now can you see why some of the funniest moments of my life involve zach."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-112689865020770293?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/112689865020770293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=112689865020770293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112689865020770293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112689865020770293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-night-my-dad-took-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-112681506788693095</id><published>2005-09-15T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T16:11:07.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;the date last night with the guy from the grocery store wasn't horrible, but it wasn't good either. there was no chemistry or sparks or anything.  i just don't feel anything for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;he asked me out on another date and i told him to call me, meaning i would screen his call and not answer. how did people date before caller ID? i don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;so tonight i am going out on a date that i know will go well. the person is interesting and caring and funny and probably one of the greatest people on earth; my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-112681506788693095?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/112681506788693095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=112681506788693095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112681506788693095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112681506788693095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/09/date-last-night-with-guy-from-grocery.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-112664597853369431</id><published>2005-09-13T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T17:14:59.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i went out with the guy i thought might be gay last night. but i realized two things. 1.) he's definitely not gay. 2.) i'm definitely not into him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after he left i decided that the next time he called, i would tell him i didn't see anything happening between us. i just don't feel anything for him and don't want to see him again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but then i realized the bastard did the "leave behind" with his belt, so now i have to see him in person at least one more time... fuck... i wish i knew where he lives so i could leave it on his doorstep like george castanza... oh well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i'm not dreading the date i have tomorrow so much. i don't think it will be so bad. but you just never know... i'll chill some vodka just in case.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-112664597853369431?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/112664597853369431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=112664597853369431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112664597853369431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112664597853369431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-went-out-with-guy-i-thought-might-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-112654688994631405</id><published>2005-09-12T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T13:46:07.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a few weeks ago i was thinking about how much i really wanted to go out on a date. then i got asked out on by this guy who works at the grocery store i shop at where an old friend from high school also works. when i would come into the store he would talk to me and it came up that i worked at the tavern. he came into the bar one night and asked me out. now i really, really, really don't want to go out with him. he's cute and seems nice, but kind of bland. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we've talked on the phone, we made plans to go out sometime this week, he called this weekend but i haven't called him back. i know i have to, but i don't wanna... i'm going to do nothing but talk about my pet rock collection and all the different treatments i've gone through to treat "that weird rash i have on my legs."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i met another guy at the tavern one night when i was just hanging out and not working. he was nice but i thought he might be gay. he's really cute and dresses really well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he came in the next night when i was working and asked for my number. i'm thinking "your gay, but if you think it will help... sure" so i gave him my number. then he came in at the end of that night and wanted to hang out after my shift. and i'm thinking "your gay, but if you think it will help... sure." so we went to my house and hung out and i'm thinking "he's probably looking at me thinking "this could be my chance to be straight. try to like this broad, try, TRY." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we started making out and i'm thinking "your gay, but if you think this will help..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and then staying true to form, kicked his ass out at 8 am. he keeps calling, i don't know what to do about him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish i could just fall in love with one of my guy friends so there wouldn't have to be any awkward dating or anything. but seeing i have only 6 straight male friends, one of which is dating my best friend, another refuses to marry me no matter how hard i try to talk him into it (this is you andrew) another is engaged, and another one i tried to start something with, but he was like "thanks, but no thanks" i can rule that possibility out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm going to end up old, alone, with nine cats, eating vanilla frosting right out of the jar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-112654688994631405?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/112654688994631405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=112654688994631405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112654688994631405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112654688994631405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/09/few-weeks-ago-i-was-thinking-about-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-112648215117204993</id><published>2005-09-11T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:42:31.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm baaaaaaack.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;st. louis and indy were great.  courtney, jon (court's BF), and i went to a cardinals game on monday. it was the first baseball game i'd been to in five years and it was a blast.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;courtney has a really cute apartment in st. louis. she seems to be liking it out there. i miss her alot. she'll be home to visit very soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;indy was great too. i stopped over on the way home from st. louis. we all got pretty sloppy, especially me... i puked that night and was really proud of myself because i &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; that meant i wouldn't puke the next morning... was i wrong about that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-112648215117204993?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/112648215117204993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=112648215117204993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112648215117204993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112648215117204993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-baaaaaaack.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-112586763377093917</id><published>2005-09-04T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T17:00:33.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm going to indianapolis this week to visit my cousins and then to st. louis to visit my best friend courtney. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love st. louis, its a great city. tomorrow we are  going to a cardinals game, i don't like sports, but i love going to sporting events, if that makes sense. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm really looking forward to getting wasted and having girl talks with courtney. i miss talking to her about boys and funny stories and embarrasing moments and the all the dumb stuff we've done since we've seen each other last. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hopefully i'll have a chance to write when i'm in st. louis. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have stuff i want to write about but i'm too tired and too rushed to get on my way to indianapolis tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey now, now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-112586763377093917?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/112586763377093917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=112586763377093917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112586763377093917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112586763377093917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-going-to-indianapolis-this-week-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-112570189419259193</id><published>2005-09-02T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T18:58:14.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey now, now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last night was one of the funnest nights i've had in a really long time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one of my friends, who shall remain nameless, came out to me after being friends for almost three years, bringing the number of straight male friends i have to a grand total of five. it was funny how it happened. our other friend was talking about how she was attracted to boys &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; girls. then a few minutes later i asked rufus* "you like guys, don't you?" and he just nodded. i always had a feeling he was gay because although he looks and acts completely straight, i NEVER ONCE heard him talk about another girl being hot.  so that was interesting. all the gay guys out there are really lucky. rufus is a really amazing person with fabulous bone structure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so the night was a blast, even though i smacked my head against my night stand when i got thrown off the bed after rufus got a little rough simulating anal sex with me and i puked three times before 9:30 this morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*names have been changed to protect identity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-112570189419259193?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/112570189419259193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=112570189419259193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112570189419259193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112570189419259193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey-now-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-112560492742554585</id><published>2005-09-01T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T16:02:07.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just got back yesterday from visiting my grandparents in cleveland. i also got to spend time with my aunts, uncles and cousins. it was a blast. i freaking love my family. i was really sad to leave last night. but i'm glad to be back in the 'buss. i have a lot of stuff i want to do before i leave for indianapolis and st. louis on sunday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my phone has been broken and getting a new one has been very complicated as my contract is under my dad's name and well, its just a damn hassle. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've gotta get going. i've gotta switch to a bank down in the short north. its between bank one and huntington. i'm going to pick it based on who has the nicest lobby since they are pretty much the same. i think huntington has more ATMs. anyone have any feedback on which bank i should use?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alright, off to pick a bank and probably have a drink at the tavern... yum&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-112560492742554585?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/112560492742554585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=112560492742554585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112560492742554585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112560492742554585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-just-got-back-yesterday-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-112512995137815122</id><published>2005-08-27T04:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T04:10:59.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i made a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Top 11 List of Things Every Single Girl Should Have&lt;/span&gt;, but for some reason it isn't posting as my most recent blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;if you want to read it, go to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"previous posts"&lt;/span&gt; on the left hand side of the blog. its under the post that starts out &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"so MSN.com came out with a list a few days ago"&lt;/span&gt; and is the 6th one from the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;if you have anything you want to add to it, leave a comment, i'd love to hear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-112512995137815122?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/112512995137815122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=112512995137815122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112512995137815122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112512995137815122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-made-top-11-list-of-things-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-112490314477947026</id><published>2005-08-24T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T13:05:44.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HOLLER, HOLLER... HOLLER, HOLLER, HOLLER!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;FINALS ARE D-U-N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'M ON VACATION BITCHES! you can bet i'll be either knocked up or in jail by the end of the week for sure. I am &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; ready to party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-112490314477947026?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/112490314477947026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=112490314477947026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112490314477947026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112490314477947026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/08/holler-holler.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-112486897237929417</id><published>2005-08-24T03:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T03:36:12.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have a final at 7:30 this morning, followed by another final at 9:30. its 3:30 AM, and i can't sleep. fuuuuuuuuuuuuck...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-112486897237929417?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/112486897237929417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=112486897237929417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112486897237929417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112486897237929417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-have-final-at-730-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14458044.post-112477252784049901</id><published>2005-08-23T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T00:54:19.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLLER! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only one more day and one more night until summer quarter is over!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i get to kick off my vacation with a long awaited dinner date with carleigh on wednesday and a visit from lindsay, in from pittsburgh, on thursday and friday.she hasn't seen my new apartment, neighborhood, or been into my bar, so i can't wait to show her around. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14458044-112477252784049901?l=visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/feeds/112477252784049901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14458044&amp;postID=112477252784049901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112477252784049901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14458044/posts/default/112477252784049901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visionsofjoanna.blogspot.com/2005/08/holler-only-one-more-day-and-one-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953855747406192359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
