<?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-6612801</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:37:04.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Fellow F.I.D.</title><subtitle type='html'>Putting the Asian in Caucasion since 1987...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>209</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110582982340412566</id><published>2005-01-15T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T18:03:56.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LJ has been down for the past 2 days. I'm going through withdrawl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went thrifting last night with Amanda. Checked out some coats, nice shirts in the kids section, some wedding dresses and I found a pair of outrageous sunglasses. I didn't end up buying them, so now I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 175px" height="460" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/e743ffec.jpg" width="554" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 173px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="449" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/d64bc896.jpg" width="552" /&gt;  &lt;img style="WIDTH: 158px; HEIGHT: 163px" height="436" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/IMG_0050.jpg" width="361" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 353px" height="642" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/IMG_0102.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made a mini-documentary on my digi about Amanda who's homeless and lives inside a shopping cart. It was quite touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having too much fun with my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bio ISU is gonna suck. Majorly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110582982340412566?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110582982340412566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110582982340412566' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110582982340412566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110582982340412566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2005/01/lj-has-been-down-for-past-2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110377611673573347</id><published>2004-12-22T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T23:28:36.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was about time I go back to LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110377611673573347?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110377611673573347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110377611673573347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110377611673573347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110377611673573347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/12/it-was-about-time-i-go-back-to-lj.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110340240469462928</id><published>2004-12-18T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T15:40:04.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of school yesterday, candy canes, gifts, hilarious cards from different people, assembly, Aquinas Idol, singing, walking home in the cold, walking to work in the cold, walking home from work in the freezing cold, rush to trina’s, (it’s not my fault I was late!), Christina’s house, walking to Melissa’s, we’re early.&lt;br /&gt;The Party started off slow but then more people started coming, everyone was pairing up except for me and manda cause we had boyfriends. Tania was hilarious. She kept taking my drinks and finishing them. Whatever happened to being straight edge?! She is so hilarious when she’s drunk…me:”where did you get that Bailey’s?” her:”I STOLE it!!” all the while falling and slurring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina got busy with one of the guys there&lt;br /&gt;The HBF teared up the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;Ska dancing to raggae is awesome&lt;br /&gt;Moshing to SUM 41…haha, hardcore!&lt;br /&gt;Manda kept finishing all of my drinks..”can I have a sip?” and there went my alcohol&lt;br /&gt;You guys missed manda dancing all night with a Smirnoff Ice and in a belly top&lt;br /&gt;Rachel was hilarious&lt;br /&gt;The dj was hot…in a weird way&lt;br /&gt;Everyone got smashed, especially Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot more happened but I cant remember right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110340240469462928?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110340240469462928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110340240469462928' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110340240469462928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110340240469462928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/12/last-day-of-school-yesterday-candy.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110299256065657722</id><published>2004-12-13T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T21:49:20.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sweetest thing just happened. How can people be that nice? It's so emo I'm about to cry...but not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110299256065657722?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110299256065657722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110299256065657722' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110299256065657722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110299256065657722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/12/sweetest-thing-just-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110299007492313830</id><published>2004-12-13T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T21:07:54.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[amanda] says:&lt;br /&gt;arent i good little asian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(she's so kinky lately)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in an argument with a guy in my first period class. Why? Because I had a walkman and he was making fun of it. No one makes fun of my walkman!It's so awesome all my favorite songs on one cassette. hmm, that word's too long. It's CT from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed biology test today, get to miss second tomorrow, might go to mall after school for Christmas shopping, work every day this week, party &amp;amp; drinking friday night, sleepover, saturday is christmas shopping day with Roxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110299007492313830?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110299007492313830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110299007492313830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110299007492313830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110299007492313830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/12/amanda-says-arent-i-good-little-asian.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110287307913844695</id><published>2004-12-12T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T12:37:59.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Malling yesterday, I love the Christmas season, finally bought my walkman, and some CDs. Last night proved that the HBF really is stuck in the past. Trina's house, 90's pop music, model walk-off, filmed ourselves carolling, modeling, and dancing,manda's solo is priceless "...like an allycat, drink the milk up I want more..." quite pornographic solo. &lt;br /&gt;tacky pumps around the house&lt;br /&gt;snazzy ties&lt;br /&gt;batman underweare on the head&lt;br /&gt;the thong song&lt;br /&gt;"if you get down on me, ill get down on you.."&lt;br /&gt;s club party&lt;br /&gt;christmas tree carolling&lt;br /&gt;aanda's waddle around in high heels&lt;br /&gt;christmas plans&lt;br /&gt;getting drunk friday&lt;br /&gt;etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to check what we filmed last night...wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110287307913844695?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110287307913844695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110287307913844695' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110287307913844695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110287307913844695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/12/malling-yesterday-i-love-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110279880666025866</id><published>2004-12-11T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T16:08:55.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The long blog I wrote about yesterday got erased. So just check manda or trina's.&lt;br /&gt;Photo shoot all day yesterday. Some of the hundreds of photos we took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="277" src="http://hostmyfile.net/files/16712.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="303" src="http://hostmyfile.net/files/16715.jpg" width="289" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="273" src="http://hostmyfile.net/files/16716.jpg" width="358" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="553" src="http://hostmyfile.net/files/16717.jpg" width="787" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 279px; HEIGHT: 411px" height="780" src="http://hostmyfile.net/files/16718.jpg" width="443" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110279880666025866?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110279880666025866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110279880666025866' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110279880666025866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110279880666025866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/12/long-blog-i-wrote-about-yesterday-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110264722844035872</id><published>2004-12-09T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T21:53:48.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I got the most super awesome amazing purple mokey dishwasher news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhh x 100000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really.me and manda were freaking out on the walk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, trina giggling at lunch after you-know-who talked to her?!?!?!?! what's wrong with this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mass was hillarious. the vice-principle kept telling us to be quiet. Katrina is so getting shot one day. Her and her racist jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-manda thank you for that lovely package of cocaine you delivered to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110264722844035872?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110264722844035872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110264722844035872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110264722844035872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110264722844035872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/12/today-i-got-most-super-awesome-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110256079796091332</id><published>2004-12-08T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T21:53:17.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I grew bacteria today in bio. Dont I feel special. Had to witness sex during lunch. It wasn't all it's cracked up to be. (oh, you kids!behave). Yearbook. Ruined someone's work. oops. Ran out of debate...can you say spy rolls on the floor and karate kicks and freak outs in the bathrooms? Went to the mall. Got manda's present. Got myself a present.  Amazing deals.&lt;br /&gt;Had a wild realization today. It's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: [amanda] says:&lt;br /&gt;       i &lt;3 you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps:i had the wildest realization during lunch yesterday. I was left speechless for a good 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need money for candygrams.someone should remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110256079796091332?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110256079796091332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110256079796091332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110256079796091332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110256079796091332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-grew-bacteria-today-in-bio.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110246851318005668</id><published>2004-12-07T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T20:15:13.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Debate=hilarious. "woo, weed!". Can you say leadership skills?! Emmanuel's hillarious. Lunch was great. Blackmail is sweet. Unless it's against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a dollar from Katrina. And she pinched my cheek.  I also told her I knew I loved her before I knew her, and I thought I dreamt her into life. Then everyone started singing savage garden.  By which I mean Amanda started humming it. Today I walked home with her. It was horrible. My shoes were soaked! Which means I have to wear the boots I hate tomorrow. And my umbrella kept poking her in the eye. Thank God for the glasses. I also touched her &lt;em&gt;scarf&lt;/em&gt;. It was soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow=debate=mall=going shopping=photos=buying candy grams for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot a bunch of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110246851318005668?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110246851318005668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110246851318005668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110246851318005668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110246851318005668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/12/debatehilarious_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110228993877106674</id><published>2004-12-05T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T18:38:58.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Singing, spazzing out in the hallway,went to chess...sandra:"so why are you guys here..to check out the hot guys right?" me:"o yeah, cause there are &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; many hot guys in chess club" cue me and amanda turning around to check it out...both at the same time:"hmnmm, not that bad actually." for some reason we found that extremely hillarious. walked home in the cold. freezing cold. and amanda walked incredibly cold so I had to devise my own special way to walk when im around her. got to my house literarly frozen. Had huge bowls bigger than amanda's head filled with coffee. Flew to her house in the dark. A 40 minute walk was made in under 15. Singing. A lot. Different songs. Usher. TLC.Destiny's Child. etc etc. Played jingle bells on the guitar. computer. Amanda dying on the floor. Katrina came over. Tupac videos in the basement. Watched a hillarious movie. I forgot which one I was. I just remember that my character was slowly sawing off her toe using a nail filler. Walked to Sobeys. Had a lot of fun in that store. Had coffee and cigars at her house. More photo opportunities. More stuff happened which I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;The play, which btw was hillarious. Really. Much better than I expected. But as an usher i had to use my flashlights if someone had to leave or enter the theatre in the dark, since the stairs are really messed up. Well it was pitch black and an old man was at the top of the stairs. So I opened my flashlight and started up the stairs. Of course, I tripped. Most people saw. Quite embarassing. And my finger hurts like a bitch now.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Closet? emo?crying?amanda freaking out?mac's house?stressed out? Christmas plans? drinking alcohol?Songs? Msn convo's with the HBF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- i really really &lt;3 the Streets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110228993877106674?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110228993877106674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110228993877106674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110228993877106674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110228993877106674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/12/friday-singing-spazzing-out-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110203983803284537</id><published>2004-12-02T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T22:22:46.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me run you through a normal HBF night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day starts with HuckleBerry and Finn meeting at school during lunch time. After one of BF's famous faces,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 323px; HEIGHT: 174px" height="638" src="http://hostmyfile.net/files/11059.jpg" width="1124" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a group photo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 212px" height="668" src="http://hostmyfile.net/files/11062.jpg" width="1163" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a freak-out moment by HB,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="862" src="http://hostmyfile.net/files/11064.jpg" width="1208" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone heads off home to get ready for the night out. Amanda carefully brushes her hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 215px; HEIGHT: 167px" height="556" src="http://hostmyfile.net/files/11057.jpg" width="666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while Katrina..umm, well, she relaxes a little bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 194px" height="609" src="http://hostmyfile.net/files/11071.jpg" width="838" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Cristina has a nice cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 152px; HEIGHT: 334px" height="1179" src="http://hostmyfile.net/files/11067.jpg" width="390" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the three of them head out to crash someone's house. First on the list, Sam's house where Trick and/or Treating will take place. After some serious petting done by the HBF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 508px; HEIGHT: 346px" height="686" src="http://hostmyfile.net/files/11068.jpg" width="972" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a group photo taken by none other than Sam Strawberry Shortcake herself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 313px" height="568" src="http://hostmyfile.net/files/11069.jpg" width="934" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we head to Huckle's. After hours of countless Sailor Moon poses (the photos shall nto see the light of day), and Amanda's pornographic stances with Playboy Bunny ears and insect oven mits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 313px" height="841" src="http://hostmyfile.net/files/11070.jpg" width="1063" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all head down to the basement for a good old fashioned cereal and marshmallow roasting over a candle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="870" src="http://hostmyfile.net/files/11072.jpg" width="1455" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dont you wish you were part of the HBF?(it's only expected that you say no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110203983803284537?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110203983803284537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110203983803284537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110203983803284537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110203983803284537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/12/let-me-run-you-through-normal-hbf.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110185938240967547</id><published>2004-11-30T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:03:02.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had the debate trip today. Guess what?! Christmas is coming! I love Christmas. Anyways, I keep getting off track. I like bus rides. The longer the better. I sat next to Amanda. I leaned on her knee. It was very pornographic. But not really. Listened to Greenday. And then her batteries died. It was tragedy. Chris was talking to me about grade 8. I hated grade 8. Downtown was fun.They were arguing like little kids. No wonder nothing ever gets done. And I actually enjoyed the debates. Everyone else probably hated that hour. I also sent a cryptic message to Amanda. I saw her twin. Only she was in grade 5. Walked/talked/sat/looked just like manda. Everyone went crazy about a squirrel. Saw a lot of nails. Wanted to go skating. Made plans to go to Greece with Gina this summer. Yey, goats and "village boys". Linked hands with manda gina gabriella, ran to the mall. A nice mall. Saw Santa. Saw someone I can't stand. Looked at prom dresses. Acted like complete tourists. Tried to ask for an autograph. Got a present for manda to lure her out of the building. I lie, I got her two presents. A flyer from the toronto zoo and a newspaper (before and after photo). Got to the bus right on time. Made up our own dance to our song. We're awesome. Sang different 80's songs. Us falling off the seat at a sharp turn. Very bumpy ride back. I think it's cause we were flying.Finished our chem lab. Took the grad photos. The guy was much nicer than before. But I still hate photos. Walked home like always. Yearbook tomorrow. I havent been there in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110185938240967547?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110185938240967547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110185938240967547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110185938240967547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110185938240967547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/had-debate-trip-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110177552207910237</id><published>2004-11-29T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T19:45:22.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I went downtown, I had to go to a Christmas Pageant at U of T, and I had to be one of the presenters. My partner was the funniest guy ever, his name is Andrei, but it translates to Andrew. That's right. I had to be one of the presents. Overall incredibly fun night. Got home by midnight. In the morning I got a shocker from amanda, first was annoying, mostly due to arhia and sandra, second was hard, and incredibly mean/rude. Some people really need to grow up. Third I got my midterm...let's just say I can't just keep studying the night before on msn with amanda. Lunch was funny. Gina and Gabriella joined us around the middle of it. Which reminds me, I failed my english quiz. well, not really. Because me and Daniel happen to get each others, so we just kinda...ahem...&lt;em&gt;corrected&lt;/em&gt; the answers. After school I had to go to the Prefect meeting, we had our photo today, then I signed up to go to Lester B saturday at around 6 30 for the play. At least I get in for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the debate trip. Should be fun. Me and manda are gonna be dressy and wear ties. *nods*.Cause we're cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110177552207910237?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110177552207910237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110177552207910237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110177552207910237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110177552207910237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/last-night-i-went-downtown-i-had-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110166412764691943</id><published>2004-11-28T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T12:48:47.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was speechless. Come on, I'm never speechless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family went out, so Manda and Trina came over for an original meeting of the real hbf. Can you say &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; night?! Listening to 90's pop music...britney spears, B4-4, Brandy, Macy Gray, Mandy Moore, etc. Ran to the park behind my house, amanda was rolling, sat on the swings, talked for a very long time in the freezing night, trina had serious issues, rolling on the grass, froze our ass off, walked back to my house, watched The Grinch (i love jim carrey), started our new tradition of drinking tea, my mother decided it would be fun to put my photos on coasters, can you say priceless poses? Planned out Christmas revenge for our &lt;strong&gt;cheaper carbon copy&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;open to everyone, 24/7", &lt;/em&gt;got our tacky Christmas sweaters...that's right, just like in Bridget Jones. By 11 30 they all left, 2 minutes later everyone was on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-we took some great photos...that shall never see the light of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110166412764691943?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110166412764691943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110166412764691943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110166412764691943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110166412764691943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-was-speechless.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110159768999081168</id><published>2004-11-27T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T18:21:29.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night everyone went out. Well, no, not really. Anyways, stayed home, msn, talked some more with josh about my beliefs, really, pick up that book. This morning I had to wake up early, at 8 I had to go to my driving school. Yeah. The one that's supposed to last 2 weeks and I started back in March. Then Mac came to pick me, went over to his place, and I was going to go to the mall with manda for Christmas shopping, but she didnt feel like it anymore so at around 5 he drove me home. Parents are out. Stuck in the house with my brother. Cristina's about to commit a murder suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110159768999081168?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110159768999081168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110159768999081168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110159768999081168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110159768999081168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/last-night-everyone-went-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110150961930402794</id><published>2004-11-26T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T17:53:39.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had Ball and Chain stuck in my head for most of the day. I don't even know who sings it. Manda's dance to it is priceless. During newspaper we had a competition, of course for every word I found she found 10. It was fun. We had a little too much fun. "is there someone called munde?". I became extremely angry at a certain someone. I mean, extremely. It was one of the worst things someone has said to my face. And until they apologize I will never ever speak to that person again. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110150961930402794?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110150961930402794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110150961930402794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110150961930402794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110150961930402794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-had-ball-and-chain-stuck-in-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110133690173232166</id><published>2004-11-24T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T17:55:01.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cristina went to take her grad photo today. But because of the damn anouncements and the fact that she's an idiot, she got downstairs about 10 minutes late, so of course the guy yelled at them and then made them re-schedule. So now Cristina and manda go from 8:15 am (perfect time!) to 2:45 on tuesday, the day of the debate trip. aka spending all day in the rain/wind, and then going for the photos.&lt;br /&gt;Second she had her chemistry test, can you say failed?&lt;br /&gt;Third she took manda's book by mistake, again. (a few days ago Cristina wrote the name of the guy manda likes on one of her homework sheets and Allyssa was angry). Lunch was weird. They took another HBF photo for their site. Fourth they started 1984, she's finished already though. Cristina hates that class, it seems to last forever. That's why she love wednesdays: spend more time in her favorite class (first) and english seems much shorter. After that came yearbook, she once again mooched a buc ticket from Sandra, she now owes her about 20 of them. Left yearbook really early, M. came to pick her up from school, perfect timing (snowy plus she had a lot of stuff to carry home). Which reminded her: It snowed today!!! first snow of the season!!! Cristina love snow!!! Any ways, Cristina, stop wasting time! Go and start studying for your damn biology "quest".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110133690173232166?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110133690173232166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110133690173232166' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110133690173232166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110133690173232166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/cristina-went-to-take-her-grad-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110126805361698933</id><published>2004-11-23T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:47:33.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally downloaded iMesh and i love it. I can now have all my favorite songs. Tomorrow is DDD and I have absolutely nothing to wear. &lt;strong&gt;Nothing&lt;/strong&gt;. I also have to take my grad photo, which means I need a to wear a white colored shirt. Do I have any? Nope. Yearbook, which I love is tomorrow, followed by our daily tradition at the mall, but really, i don't know if i'll go. 1-i dont have a bus tickets. 2- i have a huge bio test thursday i should study for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should see manda's photo. she looks like a porn star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110126805361698933?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110126805361698933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110126805361698933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110126805361698933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110126805361698933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-finally-downloaded-imesh-and-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110118195399652653</id><published>2004-11-22T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T22:52:33.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My name's Cristina and I'm obsessed with quizzes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT YOU&lt;br /&gt;01. Full Birth Name: Livia Cristina Obreja (call me Livia, and you die.)&lt;br /&gt;02. Hair Color: right now? blue/black. natural? light brown.&lt;br /&gt;03. Eye Color: hazelish-green&lt;br /&gt;04. Height Currently: 5'7...i think&lt;br /&gt;05. Glasses/contacts: both. glasses at home or when I'm just too lazy&lt;br /&gt;06. Birthdate: February 11th, 1987&lt;br /&gt;07. Star Sign: Aquarius...the weirdest sign in the horoscope&lt;br /&gt;08. Current Age: 17&lt;br /&gt;09. Siblings: bro-Alex&lt;br /&gt;10. Siblings Age: 14&lt;br /&gt;11. Location: B-Town!&lt;br /&gt;12. Any Piercing: ears so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCIAL LIFE&lt;br /&gt;01. Best Friends: Manda and Trina, fo sho. Both them bitches are my hommies.&lt;br /&gt;02. Boyfriend/Girlfriend: boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;03. Current Crush: don't have one&lt;br /&gt;04. Hobbies: singing, MSN, blogging-i'm obsessed, witchcraft, music, writing, hunting down vampires, assasination, deep talks&lt;br /&gt;05. Are You Timely Or Always Late:I'm usually late. it sucks&lt;br /&gt;06. Do You Have A Job: yep. Kumon. That's right, I tutor kids in math.&lt;br /&gt;07. Do You Like Being Around People: depends on the people. sometimes it's better to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUFF&lt;br /&gt;01. Have you ever loved someone you had no chance with: no.&lt;br /&gt;02. Have You Ever Cried Over Someone of The Opposite Sex: yes&lt;br /&gt;03. Do You Have A "Type" Of Person You Always Go After: nope. i've been all over the map. (not that way!)&lt;br /&gt;04. Want Someone You Don't Have Right Now: no&lt;br /&gt;05. Ever Afraid You'll Never Get Married: yeah...i really want to get married, just like Bridget Jones!!! That Mr. Darcy is quite perfect&lt;br /&gt;06. Do You Want Kids: yep. no more than 2 though. Maybe adopt one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE&lt;br /&gt;01. Room In house: My crappy small room. Cause I can be by myself and listen to music.and sing!&lt;br /&gt;02. Type of music: i don't like a specific genre. Rock/punk/indy/grunge/alternative/90's hits (damn that Meatloaf and it's 11 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;03. Song: I don't have a favorite song, it always changes. Right now it's Boulevard of Broken Dreams-Greenday&lt;br /&gt;04. Memory: I have hundreds of awesome memories!!!!&lt;br /&gt;05. Day Of The Week: Friday!!! And Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;06. Colour: red/black/pink/white/purple...everything?&lt;br /&gt;07. Flower: can't think right now. I love Liliac cause they smell amazing.But I also like tulips. and Roses.&lt;br /&gt;08. Month: February (b-day/valentines day), December!!! June!&lt;br /&gt;09. Season: Summer. But I love the snow and the calmness and the christmas carols associated with winter.&lt;br /&gt;10. Location for dates: depends. It has to be dark/dim though. I don't like bright places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST 48 HOURS, HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;01. Cried: no&lt;br /&gt;02. Bought Something: let me think...well, a little more than 48 hours ago I shared a Frosty.&lt;br /&gt;03. Been sick: nope. but i got the flu shot and my arm hurts like a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;04. Sang: yes! i started singing during work the song stuck in my head..."i was gonna go to school, but then I got high..."&lt;br /&gt;05. Said I Love You: no. i have never in my life said that. yeah, sad I know.&lt;br /&gt;06. Wanted To Tell Someone You Loved them, But Didn't: no&lt;br /&gt;07. Met Someone New: yep. a new person I work with. They're hillarious.&lt;br /&gt;08. Moved On: nope&lt;br /&gt;09. Talked To Someone: yep.&lt;br /&gt;10. Had A Serious Talk: yes.&lt;br /&gt;11. Missed Someone: yes!&lt;br /&gt;12. Hugged Someone: yes.&lt;br /&gt;13. Kissed Someone: yes.&lt;br /&gt;14. Fought With Your Parents: no. suprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;15. Dreamed About Someone You Can't Be With: no.&lt;br /&gt;16. Had a lot of sleep: not really. I stayed up all night reading 1984. I couldnt put it down.&lt;br /&gt;17. Wanted This Survey To Be Over: No. I'm very bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T H I S O R T H A T&lt;br /&gt;[coke or pepsi]: umm, neither?&lt;br /&gt;[flowers or candy]: flowers all the way.&lt;br /&gt;[scruff or clean shaven]: smooth like a baby's bottom...well, maybe not that smooth.&lt;br /&gt;[tall or short]: at least as tall as me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W I T H T H E O P P O S I T E S E X&lt;br /&gt;[what do u notice first?]: hair for sure.&lt;br /&gt;[last person u slow danced with: I don't remember. Mike?&lt;br /&gt;[worst thing to say]: Wow, and your feet are so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W H O&lt;br /&gt;[makes u laugh the most?]: Amanda and trina. lmao-mental picture of manda with her "touque"(sp?)!!&lt;br /&gt;[makes you smile]: Mac. Gina.&lt;br /&gt;[gives u a funny feeling when u see them]: hmm.&lt;br /&gt;[has a crush on u?]: no one&lt;br /&gt;[easier to talk to: boys or girls?]: girls.&lt;br /&gt;[who do you want to hit?] I don't hit people. I use my samurai swords.&lt;br /&gt;[who should you hate but don't?] a couple of people everyone else hates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D O Y O U E V E R . . .&lt;br /&gt;[sit on the internet all day waiting for someone special to I.M. u?]: haha. i've been known to do that&lt;br /&gt;[save aol/aim conversations]: my msn saves it automatically.&lt;br /&gt;[cried because of someone saying something to u]: yeah...i can take things extremely personally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W H O W A S T H E L A S T P E R S O N . . .&lt;br /&gt;[u talked to on the phone?]: M.&lt;br /&gt;[hugged]: M.&lt;br /&gt;[u instant messaged]: Andrew&lt;br /&gt;[u laughed with]: Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D O Y O U&lt;br /&gt;[color ur hair]: yep. I've gone black. I've gone blue black. I've gone brown. I've gone light brown. I've had blond highlites. I've had reddish hair...and the list goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;[ever get off the damn computer]: for school. and even then it requires a sufficiant amount of force.&lt;br /&gt;[hablo espanol]: si.mucho gracias...homie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H A V E Y O U / / D O Y O U / / A R E Y O U&lt;br /&gt;[smoke]: ciggarettes? no. well, i used to for a while. DON'T! it's hell.&lt;br /&gt;[obsessive]: yes. yes i am&lt;br /&gt;[could u live without the computer?]: no&lt;br /&gt;[how many peeps are on ur buddylist?]: 129. talk to under 10 on a day-by-day basis&lt;br /&gt;[what's your favorite food?]: can't choose. chinese? pizza?&lt;br /&gt;[what's ur favorite fruit?]: once again, can't choose...cherries? oranges?bananas?Kiwis?pomegrade (sp?!)&lt;br /&gt;[drink alcohol?]: yeah occasionally. yet I have never even been drunk in my life.&lt;br /&gt;[like watching sunrises or sunset]: sunset. sunrise is nice too&lt;br /&gt;[what hurts the most? physical pain or emotional pain?]: emotional pain for sure&lt;br /&gt;[trust others way too easily?]: yeah, i do. i never learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F I N A L Q U E S T I O N S&lt;br /&gt;[i want]: to get into U of T&lt;br /&gt;[i wish]: i had a car&lt;br /&gt;[i love]: my computer&lt;br /&gt;[i miss]: my family in europe&lt;br /&gt;[i fear]: the dark!&lt;br /&gt;[i hear]: the tv&lt;br /&gt;[i wonder]: what people really think of the hbf...&lt;br /&gt;[how do u know its love?]: i wouldnt know.&lt;br /&gt;[i am]: tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H A V E Y O U E V E R&lt;br /&gt;1. been in jail: yeah. haha, dont ask&lt;br /&gt;2. done drugs: yep&lt;br /&gt;3. run away from home: no&lt;br /&gt;4. hit a girl: nope. well, maybe when i was a kid, i dont remember&lt;br /&gt;5. lied: all the time.&lt;br /&gt;6. stolen anything: im a klepto&lt;br /&gt;7. broken a bone: fractured my ankle. the bone was sticking out. it was awesome&lt;br /&gt;8. cheated on a test: yes :(&lt;br /&gt;9. cheated on a boy/girlfriend: no...&lt;br /&gt;11. been with two girls/guys at once: no&lt;br /&gt;12. been in the hospital: i work in a hospital. either than that, no&lt;br /&gt;13. let a friend cry on your shoulder: yes&lt;br /&gt;14. fell asleep in the shower/bath toilet: nope&lt;br /&gt;15. gone to church: yes&lt;br /&gt;16. never slept during a night: yes&lt;br /&gt;17. ever been on a motorcycle or motorbike:motorcycle...vroom vroom&lt;br /&gt;18. been to a camp: yes. my parents always sent us away...&lt;br /&gt;19. sat in a restaurant w/o ordering: the hbf does that all the time&lt;br /&gt;20. seen someone die: no&lt;br /&gt;21. gone a week w/o shaving: yeah&lt;br /&gt;22. didn't wash your hair for a week: haha it's been known to happen&lt;br /&gt;23. broken something valuable: no. i dont have many valuale things&lt;br /&gt;24. thought you were in love: maybe&lt;br /&gt;25. streaked the streets: nope&lt;br /&gt;26. screamed at someone for no reason: i do that all the time&lt;br /&gt;27. said i love you and meant it: no&lt;br /&gt;28. been hurt by a guy/girl you loved: no&lt;br /&gt;29.stayed up till 4 am on the phone: nope. no one i know uses the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110118195399652653?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110118195399652653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110118195399652653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110118195399652653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110118195399652653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-names-cristina-and-im-obsessed-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110117187462223376</id><published>2004-11-22T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T20:04:34.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got to school at around 8 30, serves me right, I woke up super late today. I was writing an e-mail to manda, it was long, but Sandra shut it down (thanks!!!). Lunch was spent working on my english project.That's right. I forgot everything at home, so I stole a bristle board, and used Dave's maker to do it all over again. During fourth I went for the flu shot. I really love needles. Really. I don't know what's wrong with me, I would make a perfect heroin addict.My arm is really really sore though. And fucking Arhia actually hit me in the arm when I was walking to class, she didn't know I got the flu shot, so that hurt like a bitch. I really can't stand her, and now during first she comes and sits next to me. Fun. I just realizes I swore a lot in this post. O well. Went to debate. Out group sucks. Majorly. All the good speakers went on the other side, and out team didnt even have any points. That's okay. I actually researched today, and I have quite a lot of points I can use, so Bring It!&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave early, stupid work. I had the worst song stuck in my head while at work. It was annoying....and then I got high, and then I got high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110117187462223376?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110117187462223376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110117187462223376' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110117187462223376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110117187462223376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-got-to-school-at-around-8-30-serves.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110109163032850844</id><published>2004-11-21T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T21:47:10.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to read up to page 20 this weekend in 1984. I'm on page 190. More than half way done. It's an amazing book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard some news today. And it angers me. And when I'm angry it's bad. But there's some good stuff going on so I'll overlook it. For now. I might start cutting off heads soon though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110109163032850844?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110109163032850844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110109163032850844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110109163032850844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110109163032850844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/were-back-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110107229360703844</id><published>2004-11-21T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T16:24:53.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>      Yesterday was once again weird. Went to the movies, Sponge Bob was sold out, so we bought tickets to Bridget Jones 2. We had about an hour and a half to waste, so we went to Tim's/Wendy's, me and manda shared a Frosty. (we &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; share food). ps-amanda's shirt was awesome "i'm sorry, but i can't hear you over your shirt". The HBF made our own booth, perfect for sitting three, and in the corner surrounded by fake plants so no one can see/hear us. Talked about everything. Prom plans (we are so taking the bus), suicide, our classes, university plans, christmas plans, politics. I mean, everything.&lt;br /&gt;       Then we went to see the movie, and it was actually very good.We felt so mature, it was awesome. Colin is perfect, and Hugh is hot (for an older british guy). Amanda's nose started bleeding so once again me and trina had a rescue mission to perform.We also decided we're going to Thailand, taking magic mushrooms, going to jail, teaching the women there the real version of Madona's "Like a Virgin", and finally being released. British guys fight like girls. The Darkness scene was pure genius.&lt;br /&gt;   Then we had about an hour to waste till Saw started, so we snuck into National Security, where we annoyed the hell out of everyone there. We spoke in french, fought with the magazines, sang, and trina kept talking in british until finally I had to use necessary force and take the magazine away from her. And that was all int he first five mintues of us being there. The people were happy when we left. We couldnt get into Saw because some guys that worked at the movie theatre were there and they saw us coming out of the other movie. So finally we left, went back to Tim's, our booth was taken so we sat down by the windows.  Random person waved at me and manda while we were in line. Got out booth back. Spent more then 2 hours talking. just talking. about everything and anything. I mean, EVERYTHING!i don't think we left a subject untouched. haha the "discovery" scene was hilarious. Steam, glasses fogging, naked people in the shower, what more could you want? (you probably have no idea what I'm talking about). Around 10 30 trina's dad came to pick us up. What an emo day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps-&lt;/strong&gt;I had to grab sugar for trina cause she's retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pps-&lt;/strong&gt;"Stick it to the man!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ppps-&lt;/strong&gt;Screamapillar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pppps-&lt;/strong&gt;I'm Veronica. Trina is Betty. Manda is Ethel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ppppps-&lt;/strong&gt;me and my ex might be getting back together.That'd be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110107229360703844?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110107229360703844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110107229360703844' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110107229360703844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110107229360703844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/yesterday-was-once-again-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110096667745548929</id><published>2004-11-20T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T11:04:37.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday had to be one of the weirdest HBF days ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First period:&lt;/strong&gt;University presentation, and it's settled: we're all going to York and starting our own club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second period:&lt;/strong&gt;got our lab yet. I &lt;strong&gt;didn't&lt;/strong&gt; fail my part hence my lab group didn't end up failling because of me. We got 77/80 on a lab that's worth about 6 normal labs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third:&lt;/strong&gt; Had a lab in biology, i had to crush up onion until it became pasty. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch:&lt;/strong&gt;went to the library with tania gina and gabriella, Katrina storms in telling me to follow her. We go up to the windows to look down at the caff. We see manda by herself at the edge of a table. She looks up and gives us the saddest wave ever. Huckle and Finn to the rescue, we run downstairs to help her. and yes, the petting &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth:&lt;/strong&gt;Started 1984 in english, and it is an amazing book.&lt;br /&gt;   The walk to the mall after school was hillarious. We just sang Christmas Carols, and our rendition of Silent Nights was amazing. Saw Donna and Tiffany at the bus stop, ruined some of their favorite songs, the bus was hell (thanks donna). I felt so grown up at the mall. We went to the food court, everyone left me so I was by myself at one of the tables reading a book. That's right, reading. Donna manda trina came back, everyone got chinese food, and to quote donna, we "looked like a scene out of Sex and the City."Took bus to manda's, freakout on the bus, saw her brother and his friends playing video games, hung out in the basement, got a ride to my house, started watching Team America, trina and manda actually fell asleep so I just went on msn for a while. What followed next no one would ever imagine the HBF doing. 3 hours of going through the yearbook, giggling, doing manda's hair and make-up "she looks like a real person now", recorded our songs, we were quite good actually. Aquinas Idol anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110096667745548929?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110096667745548929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110096667745548929' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110096667745548929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110096667745548929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/yesterday-had-to-be-one-of-weirdest.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110082285666077162</id><published>2004-11-18T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T19:10:18.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came to a couple of conclusions today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1-&lt;/strong&gt;me and amanda are quite bitchy. that's right. these past couple of days we've been acting so badly towards some certain people, and i feel so bad but i cant help it. so i'd like to appologize in advance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2-&lt;/strong&gt;we're really sad. but also quite genius. hence our lunch plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3-&lt;/strong&gt;Jcan't tell anyone.sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comp&lt;/strong&gt;: Sandra kept arguing with me. Hasn't she learned yet that I'm always right?she also gave me a candycane for Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chem&lt;/strong&gt;:learned some new stuff, I beat T.N. on some things! go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biology&lt;/strong&gt;:took notes. Hormones. yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch&lt;/strong&gt;: made most of our realizations. I was sitting in a really bad spot. Manda drew a photo. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;:really funny. Gina's crazy, and tania's racist (i'm not Russian!). and the guy is extremely nice, hence taking my side.&lt;br /&gt;spent after school with manda, helped with the tape on her locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes of the day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And remember, it's cool to say NO, man!"-random niner&lt;br /&gt;"Am I really that unattainable?"-Manda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-the arabian nights mission commences at o-five hundred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps-Sandra shocked me! Twice! First she said something mean during lunch...well, it was also good if you really think about it. Secondly she said I would make a good couple with a guy I can't stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppps-remembered all the HBF plans made at the mall: tree hollyday card, prom dress idea, and sitting on santa's lap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110082285666077162?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110082285666077162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110082285666077162' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110082285666077162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110082285666077162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-came-to-couple-of-conclusions-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110073643340754176</id><published>2004-11-17T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T19:07:13.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Computer- test, i failled. story of my life&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry-it's really hard, everyone dropped it, but im kinda getting the new things we're learning. me donna and tiffanyN are the only people pretty much in the class to get it.&lt;br /&gt;Biology-kidneys...mm, body parts. i had to stiple. sp? anyways, the important thing is: i had a major breakthrough. i mean, me and manda will be millionaires, i tell you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;lunch- no one was there, amanda's spunk got all over me, apparently i was flirting (i was not!) he smiled i had to smile back, i mean, i want to win "friendliest grad". haha, i'm real friendly.&lt;br /&gt;English-crazy. just crazy.&lt;br /&gt;decorated manda's locker after school with tin foil!!! Happy Beeelated Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;walked to the bus stop with sandra, manda, trina, andrew, i had a balloon, manda became pregnant. again.Oh yeah, I'm Posh. everyone else still needs to find their characters.&lt;br /&gt;mall=great ideas, of course we pretty much forgot them all. saw manda's gift. on the bus home this guy was talking to me, but it was in thug language so it was hard to understand. i just nodded. i wonder what i was agreeing to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps a certain someone is being a whore. i hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110073643340754176?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110073643340754176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110073643340754176' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110073643340754176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110073643340754176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/computer-test-i-failled.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110065533598986609</id><published>2004-11-16T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T20:35:35.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Allyssa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hug you, but I don't hug people...*resort to the hug position*. (that was hilarious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer =good,as always, but Sandra got angry at me. when isn't she angry at me?&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry = quiz, most people failed it.&lt;br /&gt;Biology=notes. did you know that sweat (like the kind that runs down your face) is just dilluted pee?&lt;br /&gt;Lunch= hmm, i forgot. Oh yeah, i petted trina's shoe. Sandra was angry. Wishing manda happy Bday.brownie incident. My paper ball hit emanuel (sorry).it was a mostly quiet lunch.&lt;br /&gt;English=notes on Oedipus. That's a sick sick play. I had to read aloud in the role of the "messenger". I'm still waiting for my Oscar.&lt;br /&gt;Spent after school with Amanda, some guys tried to pick her up. how fitting, and on her 17th birthday. (trina)&lt;br /&gt;Walked to work. I love working with kids. I really do. They say the funniest things.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is yearbook. I'm not sure if I can make it, even though I love yearbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-on the Grad surveys, vote Allyssa for Best Smile!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110065533598986609?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110065533598986609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110065533598986609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110065533598986609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110065533598986609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-birthday-allyssa-i-would-hug-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110056822096531922</id><published>2004-11-15T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T20:23:40.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Warning&lt;/strong&gt;:Quizzes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/lilsweetchic2000/1099526535_turesoli23.jpg" border="0" alt="no"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your mysterious..... 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Ready to test&lt;br&gt;your mettle as a monster hunter?&lt;br&gt;http://www.gothador.com/index.php?ref=593 Join&lt;br&gt;the hunt in Gothador - Devilishly Good Fun!&lt;br&gt;Play online now for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/KarmaKilla/quizzes/Which%20Van%20Helsing%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Van Helsing character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110056822096531922?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110056822096531922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110056822096531922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110056822096531922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110056822096531922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/warningquizzes-your-mysterious.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110046671222055934</id><published>2004-11-14T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T16:11:52.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I walked to amanda's. 45 minutes in the freezing cold. These guys in a car stopped to talk to me but all I could hear from inside the car was me and manda's song!!! "Lean Back...". I think it was a sign. A sign for what, you say? No clue. So I got to her house, worked on the biology lab, 11 minutes of amanda singing meatloaf, danced to a great song, too bad I forgot the name of it. Good old 90's. katrina came later, looked through some of manda's photos, "Zoom, Zoom, NO!Stop! Zoom.".  And then found a person's face on the computer, and I tried to take a photo of "it" with manda. Went to the basement, tried to watch some tv, busted some moves along to a gangsta music video. we all touched Chewy innaporpriately. Jumping inside the box "getting out of it is the real question". Spider attack!!!! well, not really an attack. it was more like it was on the floor not even moving. I loved trina's way of killing it. lmao. Oh, and manda's amazing shoes!!! they were like the Power Ranger shoes...but not really. (which reminds me of the thing i told manda on msn friday night...i meant to say tights, i swear).Had dinner. Katrina's pizza was alive, i had fries that were still icy...mmm, snow. Got a great Coke commercial and thesis from trina.  And then we went out in the cold to Sobeys. Walk? more like flying!!!! "If you jump high enough and flap your arms, it feels like you're flying". yes, yes it did. we also moonwalked. and also walked very slowly. and also did a spice girls skit.and also skipping. got into sobey's, i made coffee's for everyone: would you like some coffee with your sugar trina? people were giving us weird looks. we were in the pudding aisle taking photos. (see trina's blog for some of the photos) then we made a few pacts. example of one: name all of our kids as characters from Hamlet and then when the 3 of us die misterious deaths, the kids can put the clues together, find each other, and re-enact Hamlet. Now that's what I call a genius idea. Back at manda's house we found out that both of them were pregnant. Amanda gave birth by the end of the night. (very ugly baby...i think it had fur). saw Love don't cost a thing, figured out my secret fetish, the warm thing in my house broke, we all sang our "i believe" songs...*insert deep man voice*" you sexy thing, you", my mom IS mrs deberardinis, it's quite freaky. the car ride home was weird. not funny trina. &lt;strong&gt;weird&lt;/strong&gt;.and scarry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110046671222055934?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110046671222055934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110046671222055934' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110046671222055934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110046671222055934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/last-night-i-walked-to-amandas.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110039745959743709</id><published>2004-11-13T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T20:57:39.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the problem with online journals, we all think we are so close, and we know nothing about each other. I'm going to rectify it. I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110039745959743709?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110039745959743709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110039745959743709' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110039745959743709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110039745959743709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-is-problem-with-online-journals.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110031366338361196</id><published>2004-11-12T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T21:41:03.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so angry. But not really. I'm at trina's house. All of us dyed our hair within the last week. Now amanda's hair is black (my god, her hair is so effing long!), i have the usual black/blue hair, and trina has a "blackberry" color aka dark purple/redish. I am so sick and tired of people gossiping about me. Really. Right now there are so many things about me going around the school, and &lt;strong&gt;none &lt;/strong&gt;of them are true. NONE! I kinda stopped caring about what people think of me a long time ago, but still, it's annoying. But I guess it must be sad when people have such boring lives that they need to talk about other people. You know who you are. That's it for today, goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;ps-we're roasting marshmallows on forks on a candle in the basement. Fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110031366338361196?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110031366338361196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110031366338361196' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110031366338361196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110031366338361196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-so-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110021771000195037</id><published>2004-11-11T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T19:01:50.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate people. Really. I do. What's wrong with me? I wanted to be a doctor? I'd have to deal with people all day long. My god! I hate work. I hate stupid parents that give me so much effing attitude...Buddy, it's not my problem if I can't understand what the fuck you're saying. And they're gonna complain to my boss about me? WHY? Cause I didn't memorize the phone number and fax number for the center? That I don't know everyone's last name?And I hate work. Ever since I've started working my parents aren't giving me any more money. Like, at all! I wanted a job for &lt;strong&gt;extra &lt;/strong&gt; money, but now I have to pay for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I worked on the HBF official quiz. I have some stuff done, but we really need a meeting to settle things. I also need to get started on the handmade christmas gifts for manda and trina. Expect a rock taped to a popsicle stick. Really. My craft talents = a 3 year old one. Well, no. That's not giving justice to 3 year olds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110021771000195037?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110021771000195037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110021771000195037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110021771000195037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110021771000195037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-hate-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110012750049570746</id><published>2004-11-10T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T17:58:20.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. No more surveys for a while. Today...computer=getting in an argument with Sandra over my prom dress "oo, no, it has to be pretty and a light colour". fuck no. There is no way I'm wearing a blue/pink/green/yellow dress. Over my dead body. Chemistry=working on lab with emanuel and donna. she poked me. right in the belly button. it hurts like a bitch. it would've been worse if I would've been wearing the belly button ring. biology=...biology.lunch=getting a separate table from everyone else, hbf meeting, but john joined us.the kid from my first period class was sitting at the table right in front of us. i felt uncomfortable.i shared my knowledge among the group...it was this big: ---------------    -not to scale.Amanda also shared her experience with the naked guy (it was HOW BIG?!). weird convo indeed. trina walked me to class. passed by her boyfriend. english=boring=doodling=the girl sitting next to me trying not to laugh (hey...we were flying to the sun with our magnet). Went to yearbook. Amanda stole my driver's licence.looked at halloween photos. Walked home. The end.&lt;br /&gt;ps-If i sent you a quiz, try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, isn't my life exciting?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110012750049570746?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110012750049570746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110012750049570746' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110012750049570746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110012750049570746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110004570805457862</id><published>2004-11-09T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T19:15:08.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay...enough quizzes...at least for today. Let's see...what happened today? during second worked on the lab with donna (she's crazzzyy), third I actually did good on my bio exam!!! So i'm extatic. Lunch was funny. I don't remember why. I remember John trying to get everyone that passed by to try to "fix my lighter".i felt bad for pat. i still do. I felt like hitting something. All I did was knock trina's shoe across the caff. It wasn't good enough. Amanda stole my stuff. Decided on our names. Around people we care about: I'm Gabriella, Amanda=Allyssa, Katrina=Sally. Around strangers: I'm Von Helmont, Amanda=Ingenhousz, Katrina=Ruben.If you took bio, you'd know what the names mean mean. At the end Josh showed up. Had a little too much fun with the lighter. Walked to class. Passed my english test- it was killer. Then went to debate. Thinking of joining it. I like arguing. Someone wrote a message for us 3 on the board. It was awesome!!! I noticed that the teacher avoided looking at us 3 in the back, or else she would start laughing. Let's just say we were crazy. I don't remember what happened. Oh yeah, our special wave, me shocking Amanda, she then hit me, laughing at manda's expense (she's a funny little asian), buttoning our sweaters, the peanut butter or death, sniffing the container, and lots more. We're a sad bunch. Then got a ride home. Oh yeah- tried to push each other out the door. Door was unlocked. Us looking like idiots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-110004570805457862?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/110004570805457862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=110004570805457862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110004570805457862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110004570805457862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-110003834250267886</id><published>2004-11-09T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T17:12:22.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;warning: many boring surveys comming up. read at your own discretion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="width:450px;"&gt;&lt;table style="border:0px;width:450px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:14px;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;width:450px;text-align:center;padding:5px;padding-bottom:0px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys.php?id=229" style="color:#fff;" title="Bored? 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((Over 100 questions))&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;width:450px;text-align:center;padding:5px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/users.php?id=xSwtLilAngel666x" style="color:#fff;" title="User Profile"&gt;xSwtLilAngel666x&lt;/a&gt; and taken 46396 times on &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="bzoink!"&gt;bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;[x] Part 1 -- The Basics [x]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What's your name? ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Cristina. or you can call me Finn. or Fez. or Livia. or Gabriella. or Van Helmont. or Pina Collada.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Birthplace ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Transylvania. (that's right, it exists...and no, it's not in the US)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Age ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;18&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Age you act ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Current location ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Canada, eh?!B-Town...Represent!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Eye color ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;hazel/green&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Hair color ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no one knows anymore...black?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Right, lefty or ambidextrous? ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;righty.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Zodiac sign? ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Aquarius...the greatest sign&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Height? ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;5'7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;[x] Part 2 -- Describe... [x]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Your heritage/nationality ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Vampire...hiss&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Your hair ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;really gay. wavy-like&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Your fears ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;THE DARK!i'm also very paranoid...why are you talking about me again?!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Your perfect room ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;hmm.mixture of black/red/hot pink&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What you practically do in a day ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;msn, bloggs, commenting on blogs, sending XXX PORN to billie (haha...don't ask), more blogging, more commenting, more msn, and when all that's done, start all over&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;[x] Part 3 -- What is/are... [x]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Words you overuse ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;fuck, nevermind, ya, wtf, dude, whatever, omg, awesome,etc etc&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Phrases you overuse ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;that's hot, my god, HBF united, stop touching me in innapropriate places, etc etc&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Your first thought when you wake up ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;fuck it's cold&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Your greatest accomplishment ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;i don't have a "greatest accomplishment". I was proud when I became prefect. or when I got chosen for my job. or passing my lifeguarding tests, forming the HBF of course!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Something you want to do ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;go bungee jumping (sp?)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;[x] Part 4 -- This or that [x]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Pepsi or Coke ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;pepsi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;McDonald's or Burger Kings ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;hate them both&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;christina aguilera..."im a genie in a bottle, baby..."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Chocolate or vanilla ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;chocolate!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Adidas or Nike ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;neither. fake K-Swiss all the way&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Black or white ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;noire&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Bills or Coins ((Think $$$)) ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;bills!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Burgers or hot dogs ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;hot dogs...growl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Egypt or France ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;hard choice...i've already been to France...so Egypt&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Rock or rap ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;rock.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;[x] Part 5 -- Do you...[x]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Smoke ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no...cough cough&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cuss ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;fuck no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Sing well ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;but of course! i'm a rockstar&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Sing in the shower ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes. all the time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Talk to yourself --a lot-- ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;i talk to myself all the time...it's normal...right...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Believe in yourself ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Like taking these longass surveys? ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;love them&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Play an instrument ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;well...i can kinda play a few instruments... can they add up to an instrument?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Want to go to college? ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;university, yo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Want to get married? ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Want to have children? ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;maybe have 1, and adopt one&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Think you're a health freak? ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Get along with your parents ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;sometimes. usually when I require money&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Get along with your siblings? ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;never. he's an asshole&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Think you're popular ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;but of course...pa'cha!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;[x] Part 6 -- In the past month have you..[x]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Gone out of state ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Drank alchohal ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Smoke ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;nope&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Get high ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes...well...it didn't have an effect on me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Done any drugs ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Eaten an entire box of oreos ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no. i don't like oreos...so shoot me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Been on stage ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes. haha. i danced!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Gone skinny dipping ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Been dumped ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Dyed your hair ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Stolen anything ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;[x] Part 7 -- Your friends! =D [x]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Craziest ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Kathleen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Loudest ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Katrina&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Most shy ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Blondest ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Donna&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Smartest ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Kindest ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;David&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Best personality ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Donna-cause she's so straightforeward&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Most talented ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;me, of course&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Best singer ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;manda!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Most ghetto ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;trina, she's the Gangsta Princess, yo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Drama Queen ((or King XP)) ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Gabriella&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Pain in the ass ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;The one you just want to strangle to death ((Homer Simpson style))::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Darren&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Funniest ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;me/trina/manda together=walking sideshow&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Best person for advice ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Christina&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Dependable ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Tania&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Trustworthy ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Allyssa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Druggie ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Jeff/Roxy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Most likely to end up in jail ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Josh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Person you've known the longest ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Roxy/Vasiola&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;[x] Part 8 -- The Last... [x]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Last dream ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I don't remember...it involved people from school&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Last nightmare ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I never have nightmares&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Car ride ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Right now when Andrew dropped me off&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Last time you cried ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;don't remember&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Last movie seen ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Shrek 2!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Last movie rented ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Shrek 2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Last book read ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Les Miserables&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Last word said ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;bye&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Last curse word said ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;whore&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Last time you laugh ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;2 minutes ago, I received Allyssa's email&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Last phone call ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Amanda...I think&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Last CD played ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Alexisonfire&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Last song you listened to ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Disturbed///prayer -saw it live!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Last annoyance ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;lunch when manda stole something of mine.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Last IM ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;to manda a few minutes ago&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Last weird encounter ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;wow. too many to remember&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Last person you hugged ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;i dont hug people...but I think it was Darren on his birthday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Last person you yelled at ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;katrina in the hallway after debate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Last time you wore a skirt ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;halloween night....fuck it was freezing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Last time you've been evil ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;umm, an hour ago?I kicked my brother off the computer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Sarcastic? ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;a few seconds ago. IM ALWAYS SARCASTIC&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Last time you fought with your parents ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;a few weeks ago...the calm before the storm...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Last time you wished upon a star ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;never&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Played Truth or Dare ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;friday night.well, we started it. or spin the bottle. i don't remember&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Spent quality time alone ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;right now...it's quality...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;[x] Part 9 -- I swear this is the last one! -- Randomness [x]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you talking to someone on AIM ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;not right now.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you feel lonely ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;right now? no.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Ever TP'd someone's house ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no! i wanted to on halloween&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How about egging someone's house ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;nope. again, see above&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you not like dislike not like me? ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;not like, at all&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Ain't Eminem and 50 Cent just fine? ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;they suure are fiiine, dog.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Yo Momma ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;YO MOMMA!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Ever been so hungry you felt like you could eat the person next to you? ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;...no.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What do you think of George Bush? ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;i laugh cause he's different...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Any secret fetishes? ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;a few...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you like to wear chains? O_o ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How many languages do you speak? ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;2 fluently, and about 3 half...so 3.5 languages?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Damn.. are your fingers tired? Cause mine sure are! ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;what have you been up to...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Glad this is over? ((Say yes and I'll stalk you =P)) ::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;thank god's it's over...i can just go on to another quiz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;text-align:center;padding:15px;padding-bottom:10px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/create.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Create a Survey"&gt;Create a Survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/search.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Search Surveys"&gt;Search Surveys&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="bzoink!"&gt;Go to bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="width:450px;"&gt;&lt;table style="border:0px;width:450px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:14px;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;width:450px;text-align:center;padding:5px;padding-bottom:0px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys.php?id=561" style="color:#fff;" title="Ultimate Opposite Sex Survey (for girls)"&gt;Ultimate Opposite Sex Survey (for girls)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;width:450px;text-align:center;padding:5px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/users.php?id=okwhtsplanb" style="color:#fff;" title="User Profile"&gt;okwhtsplanb&lt;/a&gt; and taken 16412 times on &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="bzoink!"&gt;bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;--Your Favorite--&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;black&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;green&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;(Their)Music Genre Preference:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;rock&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Height(estimate):&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;5'7-6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Age:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;17-20&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Personality Type:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;hyper, funny&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;--This or That--&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Older or Younger:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;older&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Romantic or Horndog:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;horndog&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Smart or Stupid:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;smart&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Fat or Skinny:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;in between?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Skinny but Muscular or Big and Muscular:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;skinny and muscular&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Punk or Preppy:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;punk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;The Big Picture or the Little Things:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;the little things&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Flowers/Candy or Big Expensive Present:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;depends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Mixtape or Burned CD:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;burned cd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Love or Lust:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Emotional or Just Not:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;both&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Sincere or Jokester:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;jokester&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Hott and mean or Ugly and sweet:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;both&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Sexy or Just "cute":&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;depends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Arse or Abs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;abs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Hair or Hands:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;hair&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Dimples or Eyes:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;dimples&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Biceps or Calves/Thighs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;i dont care&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Teeth or Nose(some people are just wierd) :&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;teeth&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Clean Shaven or Scruffy:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;clean shaven&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Rugged or Prim and Proper:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;rugged&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Countryboy or Cityboy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;city boy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Date alone or With Friends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;with friends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Mama's Boy or Rebel Without A Cause:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;rebel without a cause&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;--Have You Ever--&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Dumped a guy because he liked you too much:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Loved a guy because he stalked you:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;lol. it happened&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Loved a guy because he hated you:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Asked your friend's crush out:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Lead a guy on for kicks:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Asked a guy out purely because he was hott:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Flirted with guys even though you had a boyfriend:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Lied about not having a boyfriend:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;...yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Lied about having one:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;a few times. it's nicer then saying no to guys&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cheated:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;not per say&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Been Cheated on:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;dunno&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Had a crush on a gay guy:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;gay guys are awesome&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;--Their Clothing(yes/no)--&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Boxers?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Briefs?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Hat?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Skater Shoes?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Pimp Shoes?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Band Shirts?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Vintage shirts?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Southpole/um..other thug clothes..?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Dixie Outfitters/Big Johnsons?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Independent/DC?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Skavenger/UGP?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Fox/Thor?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Jeans or Shorts?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;jeans&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;--Be Honest--&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Would you ever date a guy for his money?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Would you ever date a guy for his social status?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;maybe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever liked hanging out with your bf's friends more than him?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever pretended to like somebody to make them feel better?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you called a girl a whore, when you were screwing lots of guys?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do looks matter?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;at first. but then personality "overrides"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you honestly scared of being dumped?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Does size matter?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;haha. of course&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you avoid 'situations' with ugly guys?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;...no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you ashamed to be seen with your ugly friends?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you ashamed for being ashamed?(you better be):&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you hide things from your crushes/guy friends/bf?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you lie about masturbation for attention or false innocence?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you really want a guy to say if those jeans make your butt look fat?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you dissapointed when your bf doesn't say I love you right away?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Wanna be a virgin till marriage?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you really love the guys everytime that you say it?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;never said it&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you dream about your crushes/bfs/guy friends?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Would you makeout with a guy friend just to get it over with/curiosity?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;maybe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Does this survey suck nuts?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes. yes it does. but im bored, so you're good.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;text-align:center;padding:15px;padding-bottom:10px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/create.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Create a Survey"&gt;Create a Survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/search.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Search Surveys"&gt;Search Surveys&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="bzoink!"&gt;Go to 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110003834250267886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/110003834250267886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/warning-many-boring-surveys-comming-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109996994125740709</id><published>2004-11-08T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T22:12:21.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="width:450px;"&gt;&lt;table style="border:0px;width:450px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:14px;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;width:450px;text-align:center;padding:5px;padding-bottom:0px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys.php?id=1277" style="color:#fff;" title="extremely long survey"&gt;extremely long survey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;width:450px;text-align:center;padding:5px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/users.php?id=xfallingforyoux" style="color:#fff;" title="User Profile"&gt;xfallingforyoux&lt;/a&gt; and taken 41115 times on &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="bzoink!"&gt;bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;ABOUT YOU&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Your full name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Livia Cristina Obreja&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Age:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;17&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;5'7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Natural hair colour:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;light brown..."chestnut"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Eye colour:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;brown&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Number of siblings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Glasses/contacts?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;contacts, sometimes glasses around home&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;0. i want one&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Braces?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;never have, hopefully never will&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;FAVOURITE&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Colour:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;can't choose. black. red. pink.purple&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Band:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;can't choose&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Song:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;right now:Greenday: Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Stuffed animal:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;my teddy bear&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Video game:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Final Fantasy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;TV show:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Simpsons&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Movie:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Gladiator...LOTR...and many more&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Book:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Harry Potter, Sylvia Browne books&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Food:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Game on a cell phone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;forgot the name, but the one with the paddles and the little ball. damn, it's addictive&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;CD cover:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;JET&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Flower:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;liliac. no, tulips.or roses. can't choose&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Scent:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Miracle by Lancome. or the smell of sunscreen (don't ask!!!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Animal:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;tigre. i wish i had a tigre&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Comic book:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Archie!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cereal:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;not sure&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Website:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;my blog, of course&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cartoon:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Garfield!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;DO YOU&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Play an instrument?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;some crappy guitar, some crappy drums, used to play clarinet and some saxophone, let's not even start on the bass guitar..and oh yeah..the TRIANGLE!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Watch TV more than 60 hours a week?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Like to sing?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;i sing all the time.run while you still can&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have a job?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yep&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have a cell phone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yep&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Like to play sports?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yep&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have a boyfriend/girlfriend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;nope&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have a crush on someone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;kinda&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Live somewhere NOT in the united states?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yep&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have more than 5 TVs in your house?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;nope&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have any special talents/skills?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;not that i know of yet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Excercise daily?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Like school?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah..i do...so shoot me!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;CAN YOU&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Sing the alphabet backwards?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no. i don't even know the alphabet the right way. i'm not kidding. ask manda.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Stand on your tip toes without wearing shoes?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Speak any other languages?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah. romanian aka vampire language, some italian, some french, some german&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Go a day without food?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Stay up for more than 24 hours?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yep&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Read music, not just tabs?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;i used to be able to&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Roll your tongue?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Eat a whole pizza?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Snuck out of the house?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no.i wish&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cried to get out of trouble?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;nope&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Gotten lost in your city?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;all the time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Seen a shooting star?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;not yet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Been to any other countries besides the united states?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah a few&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Had a serious surgery?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Stolen something important to someone else?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;not that i can remember&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Solved a rubiks cube?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;never. im a dumbass&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Gone out in public in your pajamas?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cried over a girl?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cried over a boy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Kissed a random stranger?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Hugged a random stranger?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes. we became friends after, lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Been in a fist fight?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Been arrested?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Done drugs?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Had alcohol?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Laughed and had milk come out of your nose?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Pushed all the buttons on an elevator?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;all the time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Gone to school only to find you had the day off because of a holiday/etc?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes...sadly&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Swore at your parents?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah...sadly&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Been to warped tour?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no. almost&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Kicked a guy where it hurts?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Been in love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Been close to love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;never&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Been to a casino?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Ran over an animal and killed it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;aww. no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Broken a bone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes. it was awesome. my cast was glow in the dark&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Gotten stitches?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Had a waterballoon fight in winter?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Made homemade muffins?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Bitten someone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;prob as a kid&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Been to disneyland/disneyworld?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;More than 5 times?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Been to niagra falls?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes. way too many times&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Burped in someones face?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Gotten the chicken pox?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;probably as a kid&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;WHENS THE LAST TIME YOU&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Brushed your teeth:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;this morning&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Went to the bathroom:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;a few hours ago&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Saw a movie in theaters:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;a few weeks ago...Matt Damon!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Read a book:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;today in English class.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Had a snow day:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;a few years ago...grade 9 i think&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Had a party:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;birthday party &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Had a slumber party:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;around march&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Made fun of someone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;don't remember.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Tripped in front of someone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;can't remember&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Went to the grocery store:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;a few months ago&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Got sick:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;maybe around last january or february&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cursed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;today. all the time.it's a bad habit&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;PICK ONE&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Fruit/vegetables:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;fruits&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Black/white:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;black&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Lights on/lights off:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;lights off ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;TV/movie:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;movie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Car/truck:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;car&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Body spray/lotion:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;body spray&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cash/check:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;cash&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Pillows/blankets:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;blanket&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Headache/stomach ache:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;headache&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Paint/charcoal:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;charcoal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Chinese food/mexican food:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;chinese food&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Summer/winter:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;summer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Snow/rain:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;umm. can't choose.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Fog/misty:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;fog!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Rock/rap:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;rock!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Meat/vegetarian:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;meat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Boy/girl:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;boy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Chocolate/vanilla:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;chocolate. vanilla is sick&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Sprinkles/icing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;neither&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cake/pie:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;pie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;French toast/french fries:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;french toast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Strawberries/blueberries:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;blueberries.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Ocean/swimming pool:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;swimming pool&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Hugs/kisses:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;hugs.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cookies/muffins:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;muffins&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;p33n/bewbz:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;p33n&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Wallet/pocket:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;wallet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Window/door:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;window&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Emo/goth:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;goth&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Pink/purple:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;pink&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cat/dog:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;dog&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Long sleeve/short sleeve:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;long sleeve&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Pants/shorts:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;pants&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Winter break/spring break:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;winter breaks&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Spring/autumn:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;spring&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Clouds/clear sky:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;clear sky&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Moon/mars:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;moon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How many friends do you have?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;umm. good friends? only like 4 or 5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What are their names?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;amanda katrina roxy mac and vasiola&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you have a best friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no. i have 3 hbf friends!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever liked one of your friends?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no. well, guy friends? yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you have more guy friends or more girl friends?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;more girl friends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever lost a friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever gone to an amusement park with a friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes! it's so much fun&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Whats an inside joke between you and a friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;lmao. we have thousands. random one:the crazy faces we make. or the guy with the life jacket.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever gotten in a big arguement with a friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes. it resulted in us going from best friends to not friends at all in a day&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Whats the nicest thing youve ever done for a friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;cant remember&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Whats the nicest thing a friend has ever done for you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;cant remember. people don't do nice things for me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you miss any of your old friends?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;all the time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What friend have you known the longest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;vasiola and roxy tie at 8 years&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you regret anything youve done to a friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;If so, what is it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;cant say &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How often do you spend time with your friends?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;every day&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do any of your friends drive?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;a few.(mac, alex, vasiola) but among the friends from Aquinas, only I drive&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Has a friend of yours ever died?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes. a few weeks ago&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Whats the dumbest thing youve done with a friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;there are waaaaayyy to many&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What do you think your friends think of you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;they probably hate me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;LOVE AND ALL THAT CRAP&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever been in love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;If you have, with who?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;see above&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you single?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you in a relationship?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;If so, for how long?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you believe there is someone for everyone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;i'd like to think so, but no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What is your idea of the best date?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;something fun, lots of laughter&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What was your first kiss like?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;lol. let's not go there.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How old were you when you got your first kiss?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;what kind of kiss?french? grade 6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you think love is a load of shit?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;depends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Whats the best experiance youve ever had with the opposite sex?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;cant tell&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;If you are single, have you had any boyfriends/girlfriends before?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever been dumped?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever dumped someone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Whats the most sexual thing youve done with the opposite sex?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no comment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;WORD ASSOCIATION&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Slippers:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;cozy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Hat:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;weird&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Hard:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;growl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Free:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;bird&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Space:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;HBF space ship&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Taste:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;sour&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Good charlotte:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;like some songs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Red:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;blood...anger&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Deep:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;the hole of knowledge (lmao trina)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Heart:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cord:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;hanging&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cheese:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;smelly&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Rain:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;clean&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Work:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;kids&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Pedal:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;accelerate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Head:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;empty&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Bed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;tired&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Fluff:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;cat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Hardcore:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;metal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Race:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Inidie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Knife:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;cut&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Jump:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;trampoline&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;I....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;am:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;NORMAL&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;want:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;need:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;high marks&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;crave:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;roller coasters&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;hate:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;gossip&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;did:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;feel:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;sleepy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;miss:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;family in europe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;am annoyed by:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;everything and everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;would rather:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;am tired of:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;you&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;will always:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;be in denial&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;SILLY STUFF&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What is your favourite genre of music?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;rock10rock&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What time is it now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;10:08&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What day is it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;monday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Whens the last time you called someone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;today&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How much money do you have right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;on me? none&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you hungry?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Whatcha doin?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;typing and talking on msn&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you like parades?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Snata Claus!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you like the moon?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What are you going to do when youre done with this?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;read people's blogs.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Isnt cup a funny word when you repeat it over and over?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;haha. yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;If you could have any magical power what would it be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;transformation&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever had a picnic?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Did you ever have one of those skip-its when you were young?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What about sock em boppers?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you wearing any socks right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;DO YOU THINK YOU ARE&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;funny?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no. i could be sometimes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;pretty?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;not at all&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;sarcastic?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;all the time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;lazy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;depends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;hyper?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;usually&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;friendly?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;depends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;evil?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;depends...well..yes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;smart?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;i could be if I tried&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;strong?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;dunno&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;talented?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;dorky?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;ASSOCIATE THESE WORDS WITH SOMEONE YOU KNOW (or dont know)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;high:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;george&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;skip:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;manda&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;dance:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;donna&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;lonely:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;alex&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;pen:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;flower:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;roxy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;window:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;mike&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;psycho:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;trina&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;brain freeze:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;josh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;orange:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Cory&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;sassy:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;vasiola&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;jelly:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;haha...Vinny!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;FOR OR AGAINST&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;suicide:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;against&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;for&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;drunk drivers:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;AGAINST&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;airplanes:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;for&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;war:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;against&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;canada:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;for&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;united states:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;against&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;rock music:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;for&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;gay marriage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;for&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;school:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;for&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;surveys:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;FOR&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;for&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;cars:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;for&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;killing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;against...unless it's killing britney spears&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;britney spears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;against&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;coffee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;for&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;pants:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;for&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;WOULD YOU EVER&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Sky dive?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;YES!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Play strip poker?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;depends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Run away?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Curse at a teacher?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Not take a shower for a week?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Ask someone out?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Lie to someone to make them think better of you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;depends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Visit a foreign country for more than a month?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Go scuba diving?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes!!! it's awesome&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Write a book?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yes. i am&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Become a rockstar?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I already am one&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have casual sex?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;maybe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;LAST QUESTIONS&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What shampoo do you use?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Pantene&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Whens the last time you did something sexual with the opposite sex?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;3 months ago&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What kind of computer do you have?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no clue&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What grade are you in?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;12&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you like to throw popcorn at people in the movies?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;never did that. but it sounds like fun&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Or just make out?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;sure&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How many posters do you have in your room?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;none&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How many cds do you have?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;not a lot. less then 50&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109996590999741002</id><published>2004-11-08T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T21:05:09.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry...I love quizzes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships&lt;br /&gt;How many people have you dated this past year?: 4&lt;br /&gt;How many people have you kissed in your life?: too lazy to count&lt;br /&gt;In how many relationships have you said "I love you too" and meant it?: none&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a hard time getting over someone?: not really&lt;br /&gt;Are you friends with your ex/exes?: yep&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cheated on someone?: no&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been cheated on?: not that i know of.&lt;br /&gt;What's the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you?: don't remember. but i'm not in the whole romantic thing&lt;br /&gt;What do you look for in your ideal mate?:not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Biggest Turn-ons: piercings, nice hair, sense of humour!!!, guitar players&lt;br /&gt;Turn-offs: whiny people, too serious, no sense of humour, girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morals/Beliefs&lt;br /&gt;What religion are you?: roman orthodox&lt;br /&gt;Do you go to church regularly?: no. just easter and christmas&lt;br /&gt;What do you think happens when you die: it'll take too long for me to list what i believe in&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Satan?: no&lt;br /&gt;Angels?: yep&lt;br /&gt;Heaven?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Hell?: no&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of abortion?: i'm pro choice&lt;br /&gt;Suicide?: no matter how hard life gets, you shouldn't have to resort to that&lt;br /&gt;Flag burning?: not that patriotic&lt;br /&gt;War?: ww3 is coming&lt;br /&gt;Pop music?: i would say i hate it....but i love the spiice girls!!! oh, and Hanson! and BSB! i love the old pop. not the new sleazy pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Did You Do...&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend?: i don't remember. o yeah, the 30 hour famine with manda at school&lt;br /&gt;Your last birthday?: went to the Mandarin with some friends, and then came home for movies and hanging out. "well..i guess it's an hbf meeting".&lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve?: was at some people's house i loathe!!&lt;br /&gt;Valentines Day?: nothing. i hate that day&lt;br /&gt;Easter?: church, slept over at one of my best friend's house&lt;br /&gt;4th of July?: nothing&lt;br /&gt;Halloween?: went trick or treating with some people. we looked like sluts.&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving?: people came over, had turkey...the usual&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve?: presents, people, big dinner, the usual. boring&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day?: lazy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think you'll be doing...&lt;br /&gt;A week from now?: stressing over the report card!!!&lt;br /&gt;A month from now?: getting ready for christmas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;A year from now?: hopefully being in university! Nipissing with manda. w00t w00t!&lt;br /&gt;5 years from now?: become drug dealers with my asian alter ego&lt;br /&gt;10 years from now?: get married.&lt;br /&gt;20 years from now?: driving my kid to soccer practice.&lt;br /&gt;50 years from now?: wow. 68.retired and living it up in florida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently&lt;br /&gt;Who are you talking to?: samantha, katrina, amanda, mac.&lt;br /&gt;How is the weather?: freezing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?: my loud computer. and the tv.&lt;br /&gt;What/who are you thinking about?: my bio midtem tomorrow, and laughing at some time machine sketches made by berry&lt;br /&gt;What are you eating/drinking?: nothing&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to?: friday night&lt;br /&gt;What are you dreading?: 2 tests tomorrow. and report card&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling?: tired, stressed, really really cold&lt;br /&gt;How is your hair?: ugly&lt;br /&gt;What time is it?: 8:52 pm&lt;br /&gt;What are you annoyed by?: my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Was The Last Time You...&lt;br /&gt;Burped?: haha..."i hate it when people burp". that said, i think katrina's house a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed?: 2 months ago&lt;br /&gt;Went to the movies?: Team America!!!! a few weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;Went out to eat?: chinese with katrina and amanda, my partners in crime&lt;br /&gt;Cried?: dont remember&lt;br /&gt;Got dumped?: dont remember&lt;br /&gt;Dumped someone?: a few months ago&lt;br /&gt;Threw up?: a few years ago&lt;br /&gt;Went skating?: i haven't gone skating in a looooong time&lt;br /&gt;Went for a walk?: walked home from work...in below 0 weather!&lt;br /&gt;Ate ice cream?:3 weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;Got into a fight/argument: i haven't in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things you enjoy doing:&lt;br /&gt;1. ouija&lt;br /&gt;2. hbf meetings&lt;br /&gt;3. stealing (sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things you want to try:&lt;br /&gt;1. bungee jumping&lt;br /&gt;2. dying hair a crazy colour&lt;br /&gt;3. sky diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 people you love:&lt;br /&gt;no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 foods you are addicted to:&lt;br /&gt;1. chocolate icecream&lt;br /&gt;2. sushi&lt;br /&gt;3. can't think right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things you hate:&lt;br /&gt;1. school mark&lt;br /&gt;2. most people&lt;br /&gt;3. gossip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 wishes:&lt;br /&gt;1. to get into U of T&lt;br /&gt;2. get an awesome job&lt;br /&gt;3. be in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you...&lt;br /&gt;Talked to?: in person? Chris. msn? Manda&lt;br /&gt;Yelled at?: haha. manda on the way to andrew's car&lt;br /&gt;Kissed?: this guy i met in Quebec with Roxy. i forgot his name&lt;br /&gt;Hugged?: don't remeber&lt;br /&gt;Went out to eat with?: trina and manda&lt;br /&gt;Flirted with?: i don't flirt&lt;br /&gt;Talked to on the phone?: roxy&lt;br /&gt;IMed?: manda, we're testing each other for bio midterm&lt;br /&gt;E-Mail?: manda again- plans&lt;br /&gt;Got flowers from?: dont remember&lt;br /&gt;Danced with?: mike&lt;br /&gt;Fought with?: everyone&lt;br /&gt;Worried about?: someone...don't worry about it&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to kill?: no comment.&lt;br /&gt;Cried over?: dont remember&lt;br /&gt;Thought about?: ______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109996590999741002?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109996590999741002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109996590999741002' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109996590999741002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109996590999741002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109988895324898169</id><published>2004-11-07T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T23:42:33.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The bee was quite horrible. If you know the story, then you're laughing. But it wasn't funny. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like how nothing happens the way i want it to happen.i like how im not following my own advice to everyone else. i like how we can't build a time machine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109988895324898169?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109988895324898169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109988895324898169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109988895324898169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109988895324898169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/bee-was-quite-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109987146494592071</id><published>2004-11-07T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T18:51:04.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;warning, it's long:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0. What is your full name? Livia Cristina Obreja&lt;br /&gt;1. Nicknames? Fez, Obrejren, liv, Finn, Pina Collada, Nigga Queen...and i'm sure i have more, but forgot.&lt;br /&gt;2. Birthday: February 11, 1987&lt;br /&gt;3. Age: 17&lt;br /&gt;4. Sex: Female &lt;br /&gt;5. Where do you live? b-town, yo &lt;br /&gt;7. Siblings? 1 brother&lt;br /&gt;8. adopted ones: maybe&lt;br /&gt;9. Zodiac Sign: Aquarius...the weirdest sign &lt;br /&gt;10.Righty or Lefty? Righty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********YOUR LOOKS********* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Hair color: right now black/blue&lt;br /&gt;12. Eye color: brown. or hazel. or green in the light.&lt;br /&gt;13. height: 5'7...i think&lt;br /&gt;14. Do u wear contacts or glasses? contacts&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have any piercing? 4&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you wear any rings? yep&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have a certain fashion you follow? not really&lt;br /&gt;**********JUST LATELY*************** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How are you today? studying for bio midterm&lt;br /&gt;19. What pants are you wearing right now? jeans&lt;br /&gt;20. What shirt are you wearing right now? red hoodie&lt;br /&gt;21. What does your hair look like at the moment? "messy bun" aka I'm too lazy to even brush it&lt;br /&gt;22. What song are u listening to right now? nothing. tv in the background-Friends.&lt;br /&gt;23. How is the weather right now? freezing.&lt;br /&gt;24. Last person you talked to on the phone? manda&lt;br /&gt;25. Last dream you can remember? i usually don't remember dreams&lt;br /&gt;26. Who are you talking to right now? alex on msn, and my cousin. &lt;br /&gt;27. What time is it? 6:11 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********More about YOU!************** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What are the last four digits of your phone number? 3850&lt;br /&gt;29. If u were a crayon, what color would you be? white. no one uses it. my god, that sounds emo.&lt;br /&gt;31. Do u like the person that sent u this? i got it from tiff's journal. And she's cool. &lt;br /&gt;33. What's the next CD you are going to buy? not sure yet. either ac/dc or U2&lt;br /&gt;35. Have u ever won any special award? not really "special" awards. well, one year I had the award for the second highest average in that grade, out of like 200 kids.what happened since then?my god&lt;br /&gt;36. Worst sickness u ever had? i dont remember. i dont usually get that sick&lt;br /&gt;37. What's the stupidest thing u ever done? where shall I start? when the HBF is around, only stupid things happen&lt;br /&gt;39. Where do you grocery shop? Fortinos&lt;br /&gt;40. How many kids do you want to have? 1 or 2. no more than 2&lt;br /&gt;44. Shampoo? Pantene and Thermasilk&lt;br /&gt;46. What are you most scared of? the dark!&lt;br /&gt;47. How many TV's do you have in your house? 4&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you have your own tv? no&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you have a phone in your room? no. but I wouldn't really use it anyways&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;53. Who do you tell your dreams to? the hbf when i have a really weird one, they can analyze it&lt;br /&gt;54. Who's the loudest friend you have? they're all loud!in public? tania&lt;br /&gt;55. Who's the quietest friend you know? they're all quiet! in public? manda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************YOU and LOVE************** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend? no&lt;br /&gt;60. Do you have a crush?: not really...well....no..well..kinda....no. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;61. Who is your crush? see above&lt;br /&gt;62. Did you send this to your best friends? no. they can get it off my blog if they want it. Katrina will deff. do it.&lt;br /&gt;63. Where would you like to go on your honeymoon? hmm. Not sure.Somewhere in europe?Asia? How about we spend a couple of days in a different country&lt;br /&gt;64. What physical feature do you like most on someone of the opposite sex? hair, eyes&lt;br /&gt;65. Do you find yourself attractive? no&lt;br /&gt;66. Do you find yourself ugly? yep&lt;br /&gt;67. Do others find you attractive? a few...but they're crazy...or blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON GUYS FOR GIRLS TO FILL OUT (for girls only)************ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Curly or straight hair? straight&lt;br /&gt;69. Tall or short: taller&lt;br /&gt;70. six pack or muscular arms? abs&lt;br /&gt;71. Good or bad guys? bad guys. im sick of dating the "good guy"&lt;br /&gt;72. Hat or no hat? no hat&lt;br /&gt;73. tan or no tan? not orange, but not pasty white either &lt;br /&gt;75. Stubble or neatly shaven? shaven. i hate facial hair. well, except eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;76. What sport should he play? anything. soccer is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************ON GIRLS FOR GUYS TO FILL OUT (for guys only)************** &lt;br /&gt;77. Sandals or shoes? &lt;br /&gt;78. Painted nails or not? &lt;br /&gt;79. Cute n' mysterious or wild n' sexy? &lt;br /&gt;80. Dark or blonde hair? &lt;br /&gt;81. Long or short hair? &lt;br /&gt;82. Curly or straight hair? &lt;br /&gt;83. Dark, light, or crazy cool eyes? &lt;br /&gt;84. Long or short nails? &lt;br /&gt;85. Hat or no hat? &lt;br /&gt;86. Good or bad girl? &lt;br /&gt;87. Hair up or down? &lt;br /&gt;87. Bangs or No Bangs? &lt;br /&gt;89. Tall or short? &lt;br /&gt;90. Accent or no accent? &lt;br /&gt;91. Pants or dress? &lt;br /&gt;92. Tan or fair? &lt;br /&gt;93. Glasses? &lt;br /&gt;94. Freckles or none? &lt;br /&gt;95. Shy or outgoing? &lt;br /&gt;96. Funny or always cool? &lt;br /&gt;97. Talkative or shy? &lt;br /&gt;98. Make-Up or No Make-Up? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******Pick One: THIS OR THAT********** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Lights on/off? off. wait, what do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;99. Sun or rain? depends. i like rain, but not when I'm outside and in a hurry to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;100. Micky D's(McDonalds) or BK(Burger King)? neither.&lt;br /&gt;101. Do u like scary or happy movies better? scary,&lt;br /&gt;102. Backstreet Boys or NSYNC? BSB..wait, no...umm, i like them both! go boy bands!&lt;br /&gt;103. On the phone or in person? both.&lt;br /&gt;104. Paper or plastic? paper&lt;br /&gt;105. Sausage or pepperoni? pepperoni&lt;br /&gt;106. Summer or winter? summer &lt;br /&gt;107. Hugs or kisses? depends&lt;br /&gt;108. Chocolate or white milk or strawberry? chocolate milk all the way&lt;br /&gt;109. Root Beer or Dr. pepper? hate both&lt;br /&gt;110. Glass half full or half empty? half full &lt;br /&gt;111. Tape or DVD: dvd&lt;br /&gt;112. Cats or Dogs? dogs&lt;br /&gt;113. Vanilla or Chocolate? chocolate. i hate vanilla &lt;br /&gt;114. Skiing or Boarding: I *heart* snow boarding.&lt;br /&gt;115. cake or pie? pie&lt;br /&gt;116. diamond or pearl: Diamonds..they're sparkly.&lt;br /&gt;118. Sunset or sunrise: sunrise....wait, no. sunset. well. i don't know. both are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************Your FAVS**************** &lt;br /&gt;119. Color: red, black, white, pink, any combination of those, except pink and red.&lt;br /&gt;120. Food? chinese, lasagna&lt;br /&gt;121. Candy?: sour pitches&lt;br /&gt;123. Beverages? iced tea, "special drink"&lt;br /&gt;124. Ice Cream Flavorite? chocolate&lt;br /&gt;125. Sport? badminton, soccer, volleyball, is swimming a sport? (hence me being lifeguard)&lt;br /&gt;126. Animal? dog.sharks.cats.dolphins.TIGREs.&lt;br /&gt;127. Favorite number? 3,7,11,69&lt;br /&gt;128. Radio Station? edge&lt;br /&gt;129. Clothing store? wal-mart! w007 w007!&lt;br /&gt;130. Scent? Miracle by Lancome (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************HAVE you EVER************** &lt;br /&gt;133. Broken the law? yes.a handfull of time&lt;br /&gt;135. Stolen something? all the time. me=stupid klepto&lt;br /&gt;136. Tried to kill yourself? never. Be selfish just once... If your upset, take someone elses life instead of your own! &lt;br /&gt;137. Made yourself throw up? no&lt;br /&gt;138. Made yourself cry to get out of trouble? nope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109987146494592071?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109987146494592071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109987146494592071' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109987146494592071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109987146494592071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/warning-its-long-0.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109983688520385871</id><published>2004-11-07T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T09:14:45.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;np-&lt;/strong&gt;Distillers...Drain the Blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; got my chem test back (horrible), found out some news during first period, took some photos at lunch, found out later I had no batteries in my camera, "suck harder", took bets at Amanda's expense, 4th-made my day, chess=me beating manda, manda beating Katrina (therefore me beating manda and katrina), Arhia messing up the board, note stealing, but at least it was the worthless note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday Night:&lt;/strong&gt;drove amanda to school, 15 minutes later Saydi came. Got one of her awesome straws, Andrew came, other Amanda came,played memory with cards, listened to some music, played some Charades...Pokeman, Alice in Wonderland (do you have Alice?), andrew/eugene/steve/steve's brothers played some music, played badminton with manda in the gym, saw the beggining of Shark Tale, played Monopoly (I was kicking ass...well, no, i lied), ran around the 3rd floor in the dark, got some paper (yes, we are &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;cheap), in the end everyone was on the stage just talking (steve's brother is very open), Laertes joined us (he still owes me 10 cents), everyone eventually went to sleep in the music room, me , amanda, andrew, eugine, nandini and steve remained on the stage on sleeping bags, everyone fell asleep, me manda andrew stayed up talking, non-stop singing, Pokemon names, finally everyone except me and manda fell asleep by 5, later nandini woke up and told me to wake up steve when it's 6, it was already 6:30, everyone started leaving for work, nandini went to the music room she couldn't sleep around us, drew on eugine, talked, played drums, slept on chairs, andrew came back from work, in the end me eugine manda and andrew laid down on the stage, around 11:20 fell asleep, me and manda woke up "5" minutes later, it was actually 1 hour and a half later, teacher and students in the caff laughing at us, we looked like freaks on the stage, eventually everyone else woke up, played some games, learned my animals and alphabet...no, I lied, I still don't know my alphabet. Got coffee, felt like zombies, extremely bored until the pizza came.At that point I wasn't that hungry anymore, drove manda home, got home by 3, decided to go to sleep for about an hour since we had people over at 5, next thing I know it's 8. Sunday morning. Slept for about 17 hours. Didn't go to the hospital...again. I haven't gone in weeks. And today I was supposed to help out in the operation room. That means seeing people cut open. But no...I woke up too late.Studying all day today for bio midterm. Knowing me I'll start studying monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;np-&lt;/strong&gt;Radiohead...Myxomatosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109983688520385871?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109983688520385871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109983688520385871' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109983688520385871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109983688520385871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/np-distillers.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109962152307421283</id><published>2004-11-04T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T21:25:23.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m working on my english essay. Why do I always do this?! I remember I swore to myself that I would stop procastinating. So what do I do? I’ve had this Hamlet essay worth 10 percent of final mark from 2 weeks ago. When do I start it? Right now. When is it due? Tomorrow! And maybe I should stop wasting time on blogger and actually get to work. Now on a completely separate topic, I think I might one of these days write out my life. Maybe just a few paragraphs. Of course, one thought will turn into 20, which will turn into 60, until I’ll have a long mother effing biography. Everything. From my first memory to childood in Europe, to first years in Canada, to high school. Tomorrow is the sleepover at school. And I’m such a nerd. You wouldn’t believe what me and manda are doing. (no, not that)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109962152307421283?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109962152307421283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109962152307421283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109962152307421283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109962152307421283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-working-on-my-english-essay.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109952667971591502</id><published>2004-11-03T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T19:04:39.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The graph is pure genius! lunch=breath of death, trina's shoe attack, etc etc. I'm so tired, I can't even remember what happened today. I went to yearbook. Everyone is in yearbook now. Yearbook used to be hbf's love child...what happened? I also got some very shocking gossip...shocking!!! Went to the mall, chinese? watching the asian in her natural habitat brings much hilarity. Yearbook: "no, not exciting, they're lying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a film developed today. It was so old!!! Christmas last year! I might post some of the photos, we look so young. I'm turning 18 soon. Somebody shoot me.Friday=sleepover at the school. A whole night of talking and watching movies and just hanging out. It should be fun. Saturday and sunday I have to study for biology midterm. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109952667971591502?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109952667971591502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109952667971591502' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109952667971591502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109952667971591502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/graph-is-pure-genius-lunchbreath-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109943068431927937</id><published>2004-11-02T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T16:24:44.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Banzaiii!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bio=presentation=me being nervous=it went pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was great. "I'm asian", the drawing, amanda's note, "why are we on fire?", my drawings, her ears, Laertes, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, my hard earned dollar, walking in the presence of "him". Got a ride home with manda's brother. Re-enacted the bus scence. I hated that guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, so many quizzes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legardored is your Vampire name.&lt;br /&gt;You are one hell of an insane Vampire.  Anyone who&lt;br&gt;messes with you is out of their minds.&lt;br /&gt;To use your new Vampire name and become a Vampire,&lt;br&gt;go here:&lt;br /&gt;www.life-blood.vze.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Mooncalf/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20Vampire%20name%3F%20/"&gt;What is your Vampire name? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033635904_FolderCrow.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8bcd914)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Heroic Vamp-You would be the kind who try to do the&lt;br&gt;right thing no matter what, even if your lust&lt;br&gt;for blood gets in your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Xxundeadrobxx/quizzes/What%20kinda%20Vampire%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kinda Vampire are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/discoranger/1038105604_newschoold.gif" border="0" alt="newschoold"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are D from "Vampire Hunter D :&lt;br&gt;Bloodlust"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/discoranger/quizzes/ANIME%20QUIZ%20-%20Which%20Anime%20Vampire%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;ANIME QUIZ - Which Anime Vampire Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/acteo/1053569257_CL33tquizpicssamurai.jpg" border="0" alt="You Are a Samurai"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a Samurai.&lt;br /&gt;You have trained the majority of your life. You are&lt;br&gt;honerable, you follow your word. You spare no&lt;br&gt;one once in combat, but that is expected, for&lt;br&gt;your oponent would do the same to you. You use&lt;br&gt;a two-handed katana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/acteo/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20Swordsman%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What type of Swordsman are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/Eggbert/1051263016_ABuffy.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8aeb3f0)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hey You're Buffy Summers!! The only girl in all the&lt;br&gt;world born with the speed and strength to fight&lt;br&gt;the vampires (except for Faith that is) You're&lt;br&gt;always wise cracking and seem to be having fun&lt;br&gt;on the outside but on the inside the&lt;br&gt;responsibility of saving the world is begining&lt;br&gt;to weigh on your shoulders. You always get a&lt;br&gt;little help from your buddies so that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Eggbert/quizzes/Which%20strong%20female%20hero%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which strong female hero character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109943068431927937?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109943068431927937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109943068431927937' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109943068431927937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109943068431927937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/banzaiii-biopresentationme-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109935585891400355</id><published>2004-11-01T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T19:37:38.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dyed my hair black. It looks blue. It's weird. I like it. Fuck everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night=halloween night. Me Trina Amanda=the 3 blind mice. That's right...we wore skirts...it was freezing. and very windy=not good. Met at Sam's house. Steve was there. Took some photos. Donna showed up. (her costume was very soft...ladybug). Waited for Andrew. Him and James showed up. Went around to the houses. Didn't get a lot of candy but it was fun. A true HBF moment. Running around, singing (my god the singing...i don't even know where to start), andrew's guitar playing, the punjabi song, amanda flashing that poor little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone was being very bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home really really early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109935585891400355?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109935585891400355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109935585891400355' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109935585891400355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109935585891400355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/11/dyed-my-hair-black.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109924643511006946</id><published>2004-10-31T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T13:13:55.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to trina's house: costumes, wigs, Sailor Moon, Sword, cape, red devil dress, "whh-whhy-am i here?!", "class?!I have no class...", playboy bunny ears,jewish mouse, "asian porn makes me giggle like a little schoogirl", weed, screaming, had mike's hard lemonade, dancing to Missy Elliot, photos, etc. left by 11. IT WAS 10! we forgot about the time change so got home really early.Today Saydi is coming over, ISU, then going out for halloween.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109924643511006946?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109924643511006946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109924643511006946' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109924643511006946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109924643511006946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/10/yesterday-i-went-to-trinas-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109908811969044222</id><published>2004-10-29T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T18:15:19.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today...halloween at school. Saw some awesome costumes (amanda the cowgirl,tim the girl,will the nerd,josh the pirate, andrew aka angus), and some totally &lt;strong&gt;original&lt;/strong&gt; ones (devil, pyjama baby). Lunch was really funny, manda;s theme song, and the corn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Cristina, has joined the chess club. I couldn't win a chess game if my life depended on it. I mean...I'm just horrible. Played Amanda. First game I got her knight, but then the teacher made us start all over. Second game she got my queen, and I happened to scatter the gameboard, therefore having to start a new game. Oops.I won. For once.It's impossible to play against her, can't get past her yellow hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mall. Got hair dye. Really really really really sad life we live. I mean, really. If you only knew. What happened in the past month?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109908811969044222?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109908811969044222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109908811969044222' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109908811969044222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109908811969044222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/10/today_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109901090186827657</id><published>2004-10-28T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T20:48:21.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. I have so much to talk about, but I have so much homework, that I won't. Read manda or Katrina's journals instead. Tuesday- first HBF meeting in a loooooong time. Deep convos, I found out how I die, sailor moon, filming, the asian with her hair back *cue gasps!*, pizza man=asshole. Wed- my house, ouija, Grease, Kill Bill, scary Cable Guy pissing me off, lost the asian, found the asian, scared the asian, crawling in the dark, the return of the furby.Figured out our halloween costumes. It involved us wearing skirts. First time ANYONE would see manda in skirt. Katrina backed out. So plan cancelled. Guess not dressing up.Tons and tons of homework. And I mean TONS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109901090186827657?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109901090186827657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109901090186827657' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109901090186827657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109901090186827657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/10/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109875430041635187</id><published>2004-10-25T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T21:31:40.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I couldn’t sleep at all last night, I kept waking up ever 10 minutes, I could swear someone was in my room. &lt;br /&gt; MATT DAMON!!! I haven’t laughed that hard in a while, all the way down to the caff with trina and amanda.Lunch was pretty funny, and sad!!!!!So was newspaper!!! Amanda is a whore in the most un-whorish way possible!!!!And donna raped me in the hallway…again. Ps- “Pop Our Cherry In Your Bathtub!” Tomorrow I’m staying for newspaper, then going to the mall, I need black hair dye, I’m sick of my so-called “blonde” hair.I need wed plans, and also Halloween plans! What shall we go as this year? Sailor Moon!!!Just call me Sailor Mars.”Fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight, never running from a real fight, she is the once called Sailor Moon!!!”Can you say sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109875430041635187?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109875430041635187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109875430041635187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109875430041635187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109875430041635187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-couldnt-sleep-at-all-last-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109865736075933933</id><published>2004-10-24T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T18:36:00.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I blogged twice in the same day. How sad. Anyways, fill this out about me, and then copy it in your journal so I can fill it out about you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My name: &lt;br /&gt;2. Where did we meet?:&lt;br /&gt;3. Take a stab at my middle name: &lt;br /&gt;4. How long have you known me?: &lt;br /&gt;5. When is the last time we saw each other?: &lt;br /&gt;6. Do I smoke?: &lt;br /&gt;7. Do I believe in God?: &lt;br /&gt;8. When you first saw me what was your impression?: &lt;br /&gt;9. My age: &lt;br /&gt;10. Birthday: &lt;br /&gt;11. Colour hair: &lt;br /&gt;12. Colour eyes: &lt;br /&gt;13. Do I have any brothers or sisters?: &lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever had a crush on me?: &lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever been jealous of me?: &lt;br /&gt;16. What's one of my favourite things to do outdoors?: &lt;br /&gt;17. What's one of my favourite things to do indoors?: &lt;br /&gt;18. Do you remember one of the 1st things I said to you?: &lt;br /&gt;19. What's my favourite type of music?: &lt;br /&gt;20. What is the best feature about me?: &lt;br /&gt;21. Am I shy or outgoing?: &lt;br /&gt;22. Would you say I am funny "ha ha" or funny sarcastic? &lt;br /&gt;23. Am I a rebel or do I follow all the rules?: &lt;br /&gt;24. Would you consider me a friend, an acquaintance or a good friend: &lt;br /&gt;25. Would you call me preppy, slutty, average, sporty, punk,hippie, glam,nerdy, snobby, or something else? &lt;br /&gt;27. If there were one good nickname for me what would it be?: &lt;br /&gt;28. Are my parents still together? &lt;br /&gt;29. Have you ever seen me cry? &lt;br /&gt;30.If I had broccoli in my teeth would you tell me? &lt;br /&gt;31.What annoys you most about me? &lt;br /&gt;32.If you could do one thing to me what would it be? &lt;br /&gt;33.If you could go anywhere with me where would it be? &lt;br /&gt;34.Do you trust me? &lt;br /&gt;35.Do you know anyone that fancies me? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109865736075933933?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109865736075933933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109865736075933933' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109865736075933933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109865736075933933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-blogged-twice-in-same-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109864460217937234</id><published>2004-10-24T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T15:03:22.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would like to thank Amanda and Katrina, because with their help I was not able to sleep at all last night.(that sounds wrong). Stupid footsteps in the kitchen, the eye staring back at me through the cupboard, and the three slow knocks on my front door.&lt;br /&gt;Next week we get two days off. One of those days will be spent working on ISU. The other one...I need plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109864460217937234?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109864460217937234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109864460217937234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109864460217937234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109864460217937234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-would-like-to-thank-amanda-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109858918807998253</id><published>2004-10-23T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T23:39:48.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was actually alowed out tonight...surprise surprise. So I drove manda and trina to the movies (yes, I actually drove...on the highway!), where we met Josh, and went to see The Grudge. Good movie...I jumped once or twice...aka during the whole movie. And so did manda. How sad. I didn't like the ending, but at least they left it open for a sequel. cue manda with her special sound effects. At the end a little asian boy with a mushroom cut walked by our seats, but stopped and looked me right in the eyes. I almost screamed. And so did manda. You'd have to see movie to know what I mean. Then decided to go see the end of Shark Tales, followed by the beggining of The Forgotten, topped off with Team America- which is a hillarious movie btw. I'm so tired, so I'm just gonna list shit:&lt;br /&gt;-me shooting trina's bird down&lt;br /&gt;-Tim Horton's&lt;br /&gt;-my racist penny...but not really racist!&lt;br /&gt;-"you haven't lived till you smell this"&lt;br /&gt;-annoying the hell out of the kid in front of me at Team America&lt;br /&gt;-America...FUCK YEAH...&lt;br /&gt;-Katrina's own dad called her bi&lt;br /&gt;There was more stuff that I forgot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109858918807998253?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109858918807998253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109858918807998253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109858918807998253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109858918807998253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-was-actually-alowed-out-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109850421347568358</id><published>2004-10-22T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T00:03:33.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had to go put up posters in classrooms today. I chose the third floor since I know people there. Amanda and Andrew assaulted me in bio.Lunch was weird. THE JOLLY RANCHERS KNOW ALL!!! Newspaper was sad becuase we kept praying and waiting for something special to happen. it never did take place. Amanda considered taking drastic measures. But the meeting was also funny. Lots and lots and lots of laughter. I forgot why. Lots of memories...walked home, then msn (funn) then dance. Dance was good. Crazy. Lots of people. Lots of people grinding. People you wouldn't expect to be grinding. Music...as much as I hate rap...it was okay. No rock what-so-ever. Only rap/R&amp;B/reggae/and spanish music. Sandra got her "groove" on, but no matter how much we tried trina wouldn't dance. A guy was gonna come up to me but Sandra moved me away before I could do anything. Thanks.  The end was crazy. I loved it! O grabbed about 10 bags of the samples  and magazines given out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel and Scott are here, we're playing video games. "Pickachu, I choose you!!!". Of course it doesn't make much sense when I say it since we're playing DragonBall Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need plans for tomorrow. Movies? Video Games? Conversations on driveways? I don't care, I need to get out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-the jolly rancher knows everything!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109850421347568358?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109850421347568358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109850421347568358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109850421347568358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109850421347568358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-had-to-go-put-up-posters-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109840739149211777</id><published>2004-10-21T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T21:09:51.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I received really sad news. My old best friend from grade 5 till grade 8 commited suicide. He shot himself. How bad must life be that you'd kill yourself? And he was actually a really positive person. And I found out in the worst news, people asking me if I'm going to the funeral.  I dont know if I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I cut open a brain. I loved it. I was also the only one in the group to touch it. Cause I'm that special. My ISU for english went horribly. I can't even begin to explain. I should've failed. But thanks to some great people, I got 23.5 out of 25. After school I went to the Link and the Aquinas Alive for like 10 minutes. I had to miss the "very extremely important" Prefect and student council meeting about the dance tomorrow. The point is, I have to go, I don't know anyone that's going, great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- I was gonna make my revenge to Amanda, but since she's my alter ego I'll let it go.So your photos are good for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps-Chem was funny. Oh Donna and her sex videos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109840739149211777?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109840739149211777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109840739149211777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109840739149211777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109840739149211777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-i-received-really-sad-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109832195980235161</id><published>2004-10-20T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T21:25:59.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today...so sad. Not even the sad that you can laugh about later...just sad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else happened? During second I saw some pretty funny ISU's, Gina's barbie aka Sailor Moon! Lunch me and Amanda made a bet. Let's just say it involves a guy. I put a dollar on the line. (hey, I'm cheap!)Yearbook, really funny. Me and Amanda are exactly the same...yes so different...yet so the same...yet so different...we have everything in common...yet we're opposites.why can't people just get that? I also said something really weird today. I surprised some people. Expect the unexpectant.Tania draw a really disturbing photo...yet hillarious. O yeah, and the stick photos. my god! Then me and Amanda sketched drawings of each other. Yeah, yearbook was really busy as you can see. ps- my great idea! "we received an excellent idea last week..."-newton. moving on up the ladder. &lt;br /&gt;then something really sad happened that none of us shall ever mention again. and I mean. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the mall, raining out, and at the dollar store I once again turned into a klepto. fuck! but at least I made manda steal something too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109832195980235161?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109832195980235161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109832195980235161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109832195980235161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109832195980235161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/10/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109823088098131023</id><published>2004-10-19T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T20:08:00.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life will never be the same...I'm so angry, if only I had a gun...yet happy at the same time. Today I found out that I have an identical yet Asian twin whose name rhymes with bemanda.Why, you ask? Well...let's just say we're identical. Keep getting the same marks, we both have a son, we're both going to Nipissing, and today we found out that sunday night at exactly the same time we were on Careercruising checking out our future jobs: drug dealers (the legal ones, of course).So now we're starting our own business. Lunch was funny today. I don't know why. Stupid things. english= me failing my ISU. I am so dead! Friday night, I'll probably have to go to the dance. Kill me please.After school I had to go to the library to work on bio ISU, then to the newspaper. I volunteered to take a photo with a digital camera...I have no clue how to use it. Thank God I'm a fast learner. Now follows quizzes. sorry&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=621"&gt;"What kind of sex should you have?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kinky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;You like whips, chains..... crazy stuff. You are creative with sex. Keep it going!!!!! I hope you have a partner as kinky as you, otherwise you wont be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Aliteinthesky/quizzes/Which%20Pepsi-Cola%20or%20Coca-Cola%20soda%20are%20you%20most%20like%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/Aliteinthesky/1070177987_ktopsprite.gif" border="0" alt="HASH(0x892e9d4)"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Pepsi-Cola or Coca-Cola soda are you most like?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109823088098131023?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109823088098131023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109823088098131023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109823088098131023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109823088098131023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/10/life-will-never-be-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109814645839236856</id><published>2004-10-18T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T20:40:58.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today=&lt;strong&gt;weird&lt;/strong&gt;...first, got hit on by the kid in my class, laughed a lot while making HBF list, Sandra said she never saw me so happy before. (she's crazy.). Lunch = laughter, talking, gossip, people listening in to our private convo (you know who you are), after school went to the bio review. Why are things funny when we can't laugh? I wrote all over Amanda's binder (ps- force her into letting you see her yellow divider). Amanda+Bert=SEX=Amanbert. Her man voice when the teacher called on her.Etc, etc. Just received really weird e-mail from amanda. with surprising content...but not really. &lt;br /&gt;I need to dye my hair black again. And I also need weekend plans. Tomorrow- western presentation, and mall after school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109814645839236856?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109814645839236856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109814645839236856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109814645839236856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109814645839236856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/10/todayweird.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109806328574637461</id><published>2004-10-17T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T21:34:45.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have barely done any studying this weekend. Which is weird cause I spent all weekend at home.(apparently missing a very good Ouija session). Played chess against Josh for a while, only proving that I really am hopeless. Had hillarious convo's on msn. Good old Manda and her baby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cris.tina        ronelbert and ronelbin says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, use your deduction. I have to go son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cris.tina        ronelbert and ronelbin says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[amanda] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cris.tina        ronelbert and ronelbin says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have what? deduction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[amanda] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.  and a son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cris.tina        ronelbert and ronelbin says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cris.tina        ronelbert and ronelbin says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is having sex nowadays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cris.tina        ronelbert and ronelbin says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you want to be cool like us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[amanda] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my age.  and plus, who's gonna take care of him when we go to nippissing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cris.tina        ronelbert and ronelbin says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we could hire the same babysitter for both of our kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[amanda] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha it's be cheaper too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;katrina. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey since imnot gping to school i can be the babysitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;katrina. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free of charge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;katrina. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i ask for is pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cris.tina        ronelbert and ronelbin says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 3 day old pizza slices. take it or leave it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;katrina. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;katrina. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days is still good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, there are so many inside jokes there. of course, you probably don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-trina challanged me to a duel...in chess, that is!&lt;br /&gt;pps-we're starting a memory list, full of quotes starting from the very first HBF day last summer! that horny bastard and his life jacket. (of course, that wouldn't make sense either unless you were there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109806328574637461?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109806328574637461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109806328574637461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109806328574637461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109806328574637461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-have-barely-done-any-studying-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109797613291331213</id><published>2004-10-16T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T23:00:10.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Warning, Quizzes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=930"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"How'&gt;http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=930"&gt;"How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; emo are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holy Shit Your Emo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit you actually are emo! Congratulations on not being a poser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm..I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; emo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=2548"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Which'&gt;http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=2548"&gt;"Which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; guitarist would you be? (Fucking kick ass pix!!!)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz/2548/res9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mick Thompson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got Mick Thompson, lead guitarist of slipknot&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=2272"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Which'&gt;http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=2272"&gt;"Which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Slipknot Single Are You?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz/2272/res4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Left Behind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Left Behind from the IOWA album. Society has left you in the dust...maybe it's how you dress, maybe it's how you act...no one will ever know. Few people understand you, and if you died, chances are no one would care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so true. only one person really understands me.&lt;br /&gt;I think it might be time to make a new blog for my many quizzes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109797613291331213?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109797613291331213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109797613291331213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109797613291331213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109797613291331213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/10/warning-quizzes-take-quiz-how-emo-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109797232673816417</id><published>2004-10-16T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T20:18:46.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;np-&lt;/strong&gt;  The only-Static X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night was Christina's little surprise party. Waiting outside until Amanda's brother could pick me up, then waiting outside Kathleen's house. Finally me and manda went through the garage, pressed the garage closer instead of the doorbell, I screamed (hey, it was scary!), them trying to figure out my pink hair. (let it go Kathleen!), Amanda and Christina's rendition of Aladdin, lying on the floor (it was comfy), the "metaphoric" box no one seemed to understand, etc etc. me and manda left really early. Grounded today, at least that gave me a chance to study for bio test.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me trying to cut down on reading blogs: impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109797232673816417?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109797232673816417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109797232673816417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109797232673816417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109797232673816417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/10/np-only-static-x-last-night-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109788272361426907</id><published>2004-10-15T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T19:25:23.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Azn In2ition says it best:&lt;br /&gt;"an angel from heaven came down to earth and his wing brushed against my arm. it was DIVINE! *sigh*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's see, what happened today...first was fun, second was hard, but I got pretty good on my test and kinda get the new thing. Chem is incredibly hard. Bio we learned about the brain, dissecting it next week.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lunch was fun, lots of quotes, of course forgot them all. Fourth went to the Ryerson presentation, and I don't even want to go to that U, I just needed to get out of english. Walked home in the rain, that was fun. Had an appointment with my bank to get a loan for university (fun), later going to Kathleen's. I have no clue who else is going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps-I'm not reading any more blogs. Well, except one. And it is incredibly hard not to read people's blogs, I feel like I'm addicted, I have new respect for manda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109788272361426907?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109788272361426907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109788272361426907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109788272361426907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109788272361426907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/10/azn-in2ition-says-it-best-angel-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109771804216879722</id><published>2004-10-13T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T21:40:42.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.So many quotes, so little time. And I forgot them all, where's Amanda when you need her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Jesus loves all of us", "What? Amanda has a son?" (that's right, she has a son, and I forgot his name because it's really flowery aka gay!), yearbook is our "HBF lovebaby", I *emo-heart* it. (O, how I hate emo!), AND I had the great Idea #1. Go me! "You're sure moving up that ladder." At my locker, Amanda breaking out into freestyle. Our names: Katrina=K-Trizzle, Amanda=Azn In2ition, me=Raz-B. (don't ask.) Walked to the mall, kinda freaky with the guys following our moves, I was in a bad mood therefore the guy copying me had it easy. (not &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; way!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps-"I had to say no, it was for his own good." -a.(i think she wanted to rape him...and at the library too. these frisky asians.) Which reminds me of the asian dance. I miss it. And I miss Ouija. And I miss our vampire clan. And I miss our dance which we never finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pps-Steve tripped trina into the ground. Her face turned the colour of her hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ppps-I need to dye my hair black again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109771804216879722?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109771804216879722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109771804216879722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109771804216879722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109771804216879722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109763118807896279</id><published>2004-10-12T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T21:33:08.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate school. I’m failling. Well, not really. Tomorrow is the yearbook meeting, meaning the start of the weekly mall visits after school. I need some new cd’s. Well, no, I lied. I need a burner. For now cross your fingers:I have a bio test tomorrow.  Life is getting boring. Well, no, it’s always boring. Maybe I need a boyfriend. Maybe I need some new friends. Well, no, actually, I need less friends (if that’s even possible), maybe that way I’ll finally be a loner and be able to concentrate on those classes I’m failling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109763118807896279?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109763118807896279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109763118807896279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109763118807896279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109763118807896279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-hate-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109751873621212367</id><published>2004-10-11T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T14:18:56.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>np-Zombie, ADAM&lt;br /&gt;My msn's being a bitch. again. And so are you!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't finished the bio lab, I have no clue what to do. Where's Amanda? And people I hate are coming over. I need to get out. Now! Tomorrow will be the first day in weeks when I'll walk home again. I've kinda missed it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109751873621212367?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109751873621212367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109751873621212367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109751873621212367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109751873621212367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/10/np-zombie-adam-my-msns-being-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-109744698169621651</id><published>2004-10-10T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T18:23:01.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How I've missed you, blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Amanda got at my house around 4, and we worked on a lab (yes, we're nerds.). Josh showed up later, and then Katrina and Tania. Watched Shawn of the Dead- in colour, but stupid facts took up almost half the screen. There was a lot of blood, so that made up for the lack of violence. Went to the lake, as always, burned popcorn, ran around the woods, skipped, sang different theme songs, went to the park, had a seance in a graveyard, trina tried to push me in an open one, loitered outside convinience store, made up awesome list of creative ways to steal something (some of the ideas included: showing some skin, fumbling wallet behind counter, hiding inside ice cream sign, creating a diversion, and amanda in a garbage bin.) Sadly, no one wanted to go through with any of them. I should write a book...I'm not a klepto, I swear...then back to my house, Mean Girls for the second time, it was pretty fetch. Then everyone started talking about their old elementary school, and of course I didn't go to that school so I was bored out of my mind. No ouija since no one wanted to try it.&lt;br /&gt;    I was angry for most of the night, and I think I have an idea why. I was gonna write a long post about the people I'm mad at, but right now I'm too lazy. I'm at Roxy's, Mike and Gabriel are here, although 3 of the 4 people here listen to rock, rap is playing...pass me my gun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-109744698169621651?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/109744698169621651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=109744698169621651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109744698169621651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/109744698169621651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/10/how-ive-missed-you-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108965167802685566</id><published>2004-07-12T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T13:01:18.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time to start anew...so I am now on lj. username: velvet_kisses69&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108965167802685566?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108965167802685566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108965167802685566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108965167802685566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108965167802685566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/07/time-to-start-anew.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108956578835510537</id><published>2004-07-11T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T13:09:48.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in such an extremely good mood (you do anything to fuck it up, and I'll kill you!)you won't believe who I'm talking to to msn..that's right..Jeremy. Aww, he's apologizing for before and everything.  Anyways, I gotta get off, but we made plans to spend the whole day at Walmart, Winners, the Mall, and Trinity, so that way Amanda can get her skateboard. (lol- Amanda the Asian Avril).  I'll try to be back on at around 2, but if I'm not, call me with the deffinate plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108956578835510537?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108956578835510537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108956578835510537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108956578835510537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108956578835510537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-in-such-extremely-good-mood-you-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108956020526182795</id><published>2004-07-11T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T11:36:45.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!I'm in such a great mood...I'm sitting here writing this, the sun is outside, and a great song is playing on the radio...but I don't know the name of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Went to Square One with Sandra and Katrina yesterday, and I actually had a pretty fun time.  Spent the whole day shopping, yet I couldn't find one pair of black flip-flops!!!!Is it really that hard to find black flip-flops that aren't 20 bucks?!?!?!After walking the whole day around the mall, we finally had to return to one of the first stores we checked out: Bluenotes, and me and Katrina bought skirts. It was such a Mean Girls day, since all three of us were wearing flip-flops and skirts. (some people I don't know complimented me on my skirt!)  Sandra had one of those camera phones, so we took tons of crazy photos, with hat montages and in the toy stores.(and of course Sandra had to get a couple of photos of the cute guys sitting behind us...god bless camera phones) Sandra:"Katrina, you're so lucky...you can dress as slutty as you want..." lmao. great compliment there Sandra.  Took bus home, and this black guy sat down next to me, and he kept touching my arms..plus, he sat on my skirt..grr.  Walked to Sandra's from the mall...damn that wind!  Her skater neighbors insisted to be introduced to us.  Then walked to Katrina's (hot guys in the car honked at us, and there were actually a lot of hot guys around...but not the skaters from the night before.)  Watched How to Deal and Chicago at her house, until around 11, when my mom came to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I probably left a ton of stuff out, but too lazy to write everything.  Now I'm on msn with Amanda, trying to make plans for the day.  I want to go shopping..I still need capris and flip-flops for when I go camping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108956020526182795?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108956020526182795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108956020526182795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108956020526182795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108956020526182795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/07/helloim-in-such-great-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108947271165252036</id><published>2004-07-10T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T11:18:31.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Katrina's last night.  I was outside and some skater guys were passing by..the moment Katrina saw them she jumped inside the house, slammed the door, and pressed her face to the window to see them...funny yet sad at the same time.  Tried some Ouija in her basement, but it didn't work...I think even the spirits were nauseated by the smell...Eating cookies..Katrina:"Drop the cookie..." about to spit them out...she just wanted Amanda to catch a fruit, Amanda being Berry ate the fruit, even though it was unwashed...wow, that peper towel became see-through...walked to Sandra, hid outside behind a van, talked about **** and his sax***** lol.I know more things happened, too lazy now. Going to Square one with Sandra and Katrina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go to Joshua's party tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108947271165252036?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108947271165252036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108947271165252036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108947271165252036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108947271165252036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/07/went-to-katrinas-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108941414167936542</id><published>2004-07-09T18:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T19:02:21.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK (x INFINITY!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always do this?!  After I promised myself I will take more risks, I turned him down!!!! why?! And it's not the age gape...4 years isn't &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt; big of a deal...dammit why couldn't I just say the truth about the real reason I couldn't go out with him?!!?!?!?!?! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108941414167936542?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108941414167936542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108941414167936542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108941414167936542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108941414167936542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/07/fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108931106133882008</id><published>2004-07-08T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T14:24:21.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;np&lt;/strong&gt;-"Bite the Hand" by Sadistic Intent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Goth name:&lt;/strong&gt; Razorblade Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Pyro Name:&lt;/strong&gt; Flaming Deuce &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My "The Silly White Guy Who Thinks He Is Actually A Black Gangsta' Rapper But Is Actually Trippin' Since He Is A White Fo'" Name:&lt;/strong&gt; Pimpin' Gangsta' Dog &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to be the world's greatest example of unproductivity. the most productive thing i've done so far was wake up.  I went on this site called the rum and monkey name generator: if your name was an emo song thingy&lt;br /&gt;my name was converted to "Kill my reality because I wanna believe in us."&lt;br /&gt;how emoful *sheds a tear* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108931106133882008?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108931106133882008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108931106133882008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108931106133882008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108931106133882008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/07/np-bite-hand-by-sadistic-intent-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108924705007707082</id><published>2004-07-07T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T20:37:30.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a very deep convo on msn today...some quotes from it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I am Fire.....Play with me and you will get burned says:&lt;br /&gt;cuz people should burn for playing games with other people's minds.  Dont try to burn mymind......you cant burn what is already crisp and sharp to bring it back&lt;br /&gt;.:c.r.i.s.t.i.n.a:. says:&lt;br /&gt;wow.now that is deep&lt;br /&gt;I am Fire.....Play with me and you will get burned says:&lt;br /&gt;ok i guess.....it just drips from my seemingly numb mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very nice, very nice indeed.Convinced him to write poetry/songs, maybe a song for our band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck! In a little more then a week I'm leaving for camping, and I'm not comming back until August 5...at which point more then half of my summer vacantion will be gone! And it feels like I haven't accomplished anything...o wait, that's because I haven't!!!! And people might be asking why I'm complaining on this blog instead of going out and doing something..and what I have to say to all of you is:"what are you doing reading my blog and judging me?!"  I should've just gone to Transylvania for the summer, at least then I'd have memories, and amazing photos and wicked stories about vampires when I get back..blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go back and rant to Jeremy...what a weird little name..it matches the persona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108924705007707082?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108924705007707082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108924705007707082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108924705007707082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108924705007707082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/07/had-very-deep-convo-on-msn-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108921732284704826</id><published>2004-07-07T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T12:22:02.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FORM METHOD=post ACTION="/cgi-bin/example.cgi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SELECT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OPTION&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OPTION SELECTED&gt;the fact that summer is passing by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OPTION&gt;people in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OPTION&gt;it's really cold out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OPTION&gt;YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/SELECT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FORM&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108921732284704826?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108921732284704826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108921732284704826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108921732284704826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108921732284704826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/07/you-know-what-i-hate-work-fact-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108921546081690328</id><published>2004-07-07T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T11:51:00.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why are you pissing me off lately?  Seriously, it's like you go way out of your way just to annoy me by asking demented questions.  Just get over it, this is me! Don't like it?! Too fucking bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108921546081690328?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108921546081690328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108921546081690328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108921546081690328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108921546081690328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/07/why-are-you-pissing-me-off-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108916160268318250</id><published>2004-07-06T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T20:53:22.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SuperCurlz/1059390205_erRangeres.jpg" border="0" alt="CWINDOWSDesktopPowerRangeres.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Power Rangers Movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SuperCurlz/quizzes/What%20movie%20Do%20you%20Belong%20in%3F(many%20different%20outcomes!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a boring day today.  Left for work at around 3:30, came back at 8.  And right now there is absolutely nothing to do, and no one is on msn either...hmm..I kinda have an idea as to why... Anyways, I'm not working tomorrow, so I definitely need to make some plans!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108916160268318250?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108916160268318250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108916160268318250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108916160268318250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108916160268318250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/07/power-rangers-movie-what-movie-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108907755056859042</id><published>2004-07-05T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T21:32:30.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up early today, went for a run around the lake..and got attacked by a bunch of ducks!! Damn them and their powerful wings...I probably woke up half the neighborhood with my screams.  Took the bus to the mall, and surprisingly I wasn't my usual preppy self.  Started off our adventure at Sunrise, and then on the way to HMV got distracted by Bluenotes, Garage Clothing, and Ardene-I got not one, not two, but 6 new pairs of earrings, a new ring (it owns), and a cute necklace.  The salesgirl was asking me where I got my cross necklace from (Transylvania...it's quite different), and my purse (Le Chateau..how much- 5 bucks!!! yey for thriftiness! Her mouth dropped when I stated the price), and we somehow forgot to even go to HMV, dropped by Zellers, the Dollar Store, Stitches (great capris..and cheap!), and then we walked to Value Village. They have the funniest Adds-"Retro is in"..."Way Cool Clothing for Back to School" lmao! Amanda found a shirt...it says Seniour Kindergarden on it (yes, she's really that small), and a photo of a bee:"The Place to Bee!" lmao.it's too cool for school..well, at least she thinks so. Laughed a lot at her expense...one shirt was too big, her favorite flip flops were too small, she didn't have money for the other shirt...what next? She's a funny little asian when she's mad. Aww, I gotta work tomorrow!!! Nooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108907755056859042?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108907755056859042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108907755056859042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108907755056859042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108907755056859042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/07/woke-up-early-today-went-for-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108898952500195750</id><published>2004-07-04T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T21:05:25.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, now that I've gotten my strength back, I can comment on the past weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip started of badly since I was really mad at my parents, my dad making us more then an hour late picking the other 2 up.  Went to Sobeys, where we blasted the Spice Girls (aquiring a few looks), started our Blair Witch filming, and made some racist comments..again.  My dad decided to take a shortcut...so obviously we got lost, and ended up in a really freaky vintage gas station...Finally we got to the park, half an hour late. Me and manda had a sausage. Went walking in the woods and to the lake, saw a huge bat.  Went back, got Alex and Peter to start a fire for us (us 3 were by ourselves for the whole day/night), went collecting branches in the woods. Amanda:"OMG, this is a huge one, how will we handle it?", and then we got yelled at by the people that work there for taking dead wood from the forest...wtf?!eww, and there was some blood on the ground in the forest. Then just sat around the fire talking about random things, and playing some Teddy Bear and House on Fire (not fire in the house..*cough*..amanda!).  Overall we picked the same 5 guys (Jeff, John, Katrina's 2 guys, and Amanda's guy), with the same results, lol. We all learned that we really hate John...*shudder*.  We later moved inside the tent when the fire burned out, only to stay up until almost 3 am playing This or That...and yes, I picked THAT. I went there, but at least it was much better then THIS. Katrina's question was murder...Listening to random songs...almost fell asleep when a firefly landed on the shoulder of Amanda's sleeping bag..."omg, you guys, kill it.." "catch it!" "I don't have a tissue to kill it with" "well get it, I don't want it to bite me..." only to find out that it was just the glare from her zipper that looked like an insect...I think that's when we decided that we were lacking sleep, and finally fell asleep...only to be waken by a very loud and annoying bird right above our tent. me:*insert drunk/tired voice* "shut up" while swatting at the tent side...it didn't work :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had breakfast- "These German wieners are good!", and then spent the rest of the day trying to find some shade in the heat, finally settling under a tree on an inflatable mattress, took some weird/crafty photos, ate seeds, read (that's right, read!), and talked.  Then we played MASH (we were living old-school), and made some predictions about us..."and just for the record, I do not have siphillis (sp?)".  Went to the lake again, made fun of some of the people there, and listened to some spanish music..&lt;br /&gt;"damn those catchy Latino rhythims".  Got back to the camp, until dinner came, the food was great...Then we tried to play some soccer...no success.  Went over to Peter's fire, us 5 played Truth or Dare, and when it got really dark we went out exploring...when we passed by the forest, we heard the loud shrieks of an animal...so of course our imaginations went wild.  After some more walking around, jumping at every little snap of a twig, we finally decided to go to the lake.  The walk through the forest was quite freaky...only worsened by the fact that my flashlight gave out for a couple of minutes..quite the scare.  At the lake we lied down on the sand, watching the stars..it was quite great.  Walked back to the fire, and just sat around staring at it...it made us quite drowsy. At that point it was around midnight.  The couple in the tent in the lot next to us were being quite loud...pretty disgusting. Heard something moving in the bushes, and freaked out...I couldn't stop laughing at Peter and Alex- with their sharpened sticks ("sharpened at both ends") and the fire, looked just like a scene out of The Lord of the Flies. Amanda:"If you're on fire, you gotta Stop, Look and Listen...oh wait! no!" lmao, it would be fun watching her on fire.  That night we went to bed without much talking in the tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained during the night, and we woke up, had some breakfast, but people were in a pretty bad mood. The rest of the morning was spent taking down the tents and packing our stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm home, finally a good shower and a clean bathroom...never taking it for granted again. Going to the mall tomorrow with manda, and to VV- yey for cheapness...no, sorry- thriftyness! going camping for 20 days with Roxy and her two 19-year-old cousins, can't wait- I'm so going parasailling!!! wow, this is quite a long post, so I think I'm gonna end it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108898952500195750?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108898952500195750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108898952500195750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108898952500195750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108898952500195750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/07/okay-now-that-ive-gotten-my-strength.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108896836891399180</id><published>2004-07-04T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T15:25:20.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;See, I look "normal"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/kelvenna/1034653910_youprep.gif" border="0" alt="Prep"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a.. PREP! This isn't really a subculture,&lt;br&gt;just the defenition of normal. You act normal.&lt;br&gt;You talk normal. Hell, you look normal. You&lt;br&gt;have a tendency to agree with what everyone&lt;br&gt;else says, and just go with the flow. You&lt;br&gt;especially look down upon people who try to be&lt;br&gt;different.. psh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033630950_pdevilcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8b2c3bc)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Evil lurkes beneath your skin...but you already&lt;br&gt;knew that, didn't you?  A mastermind at&lt;br&gt;trickery, and ready to dupe those fools who&lt;br&gt;dare come near you, your friends are few, but&lt;br&gt;you know they'll be there for you.  If they&lt;br&gt;ever have someone that needs..."taking&lt;br&gt;care of", they know your number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from camping...lots to talk about, but I'm way to tired to do it now. Overall an okay time, spent most of the day lying in the shade taking weird/creative photos, playing "this or that", and the nights were spent out in the woods surrounded by wild animals...quite freaky really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108896836891399180?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108896836891399180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108896836891399180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108896836891399180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108896836891399180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/07/see-i-look-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108878683849065187</id><published>2004-07-02T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T12:47:18.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was such a tiring day! Walked the 30 minutes to Amanda's house, after which we walked the 40 minutes in the hot hot heat (no pun intended) to Katrina's house only to find her in her pj's not expecting us...hmm..yet her blog says that she was waiting for us...anyways, watched a movie, after which we set out to walk the 40 minutes to Christina house (which is where me and Amanda came from, so we were pretty pissed). 5 inutes later, we gave up and turned back so that Katrina's mom could give us a ride..it was quite sad. The irony is that it was Katrina that gave up first, and she was the one that wanted to walk in the first place.  From Christina's place we walked to Pizza Pizza, where we witnessed a man staring at us and "loving" himself in very private ways...if you know what I mean.We met up with Jeff and walked to Ching.  That's when things started to go bad.  By the end of the day I was really mad at Katrina, and some more people that I can't mention in here.  Some really funny quotes happened with Amanda, yet I can't remember them!!!And it's really pissing me off cause I remember that after the fact we laughed and "that's so going in our blogs". Wait, I think I just remembered...Amanda:"Her and he bleached blond hair..." me:"she's black!" lmao, it doesn't sound funny but you had to be there.  I know that a ton more quotes happened but I'm really too lazy to write them all here.  After the fireworks (lol, was I the only one that didn't have anything in my eye?) we walked to Steve's, got free glowsticks..but donna took mine *shakes fist*. The whole day was overall tiring,!!!extremely mad!!! and with some nasty amanda jokes thrown in. Aww, i didn't eat anything that whole day, and at Steve's I got a slice of pizza, put it on my plate, only to find out that my parents were there..grr! Oh, and I'm still mad at &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; *points*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the camping trip is still on, and my fucking msn isn't working! "You have to install the newest version of msn messanger to sign in..." fucking Hitlers of the 20th century!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108878683849065187?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108878683849065187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108878683849065187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108878683849065187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108878683849065187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/07/yesterday-was-such-tiring-day-walked.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108862654892025082</id><published>2004-06-30T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T16:15:48.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amanda was being very perverted on msn.."Potter isn't that good...damn, brb, my tongue is bleeding" lmao.Amanda:"it was becuase of his wand...*growl*" Fuck, I hate work, and I hate summer so far! Her and Donna and everyone else went to see Spiderman 2, and I was grounded! good news:I asked my mom about the whole staying 1 whole week in a cottage with no parents after prom plans, and she said i was allowed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108862654892025082?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108862654892025082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108862654892025082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108862654892025082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108862654892025082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/06/amanda-was-being-very-perverted-on-msn.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108852407927041158</id><published>2004-06-29T11:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T11:47:59.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Christina's last night for a sleepover with Amanda.  First she fed us some home made cookies that were extremely sweet...I think she put something inside them, becuase we were hyper after.  I had the best/worst sleeping bag.  Christina was rolling aroundin it...if you know what I mean.  We had fights inside the sleeping bag, and then we had contests to try and get up. (eww-Christina won...if you know what I mean) Her troll sleeping bag...they're naked *shudder*!  We watched A Walk to Remember, the attack of the evil moth!!!!!I did a complete 360...if you know what I mean!(hahaha-pervs), it's evil I tell yea, and it kept comming after me. Then they watched The Order..jesus! Christina:"What's going on?Who's he?Oh, he's the bad guy?Then why did they die?Who are they?Why aren't they dying?!No, don't turn evil!!!O, he's a good sin eater, I see!!!". never watch The Order with Christina!I fell asleep, but I was very paranoid, so I kept waking up. God, I hate that sleeping bag!!!I was struggling the whole night...if you know what I mean...I know more stuff happened but I'm too lazy. (o yeah- Aladdin, and Amanda's and Christina's duet...*shudder*). Aww, I gotta work tonight!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108852407927041158?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108852407927041158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108852407927041158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108852407927041158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108852407927041158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/06/went-to-christinas-last-night-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108843722968419729</id><published>2004-06-28T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T11:40:29.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brother's friend is here, they stayed up all night giggling like little school girls...lmao, that sounds so wrong. Anyways, nothing to do today, supposed to go to Amanda's, but it's raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago I had a breakthrough: Fo Shizzy my Nizzy is a bastardation of Fo Shizzle my Nizzle which is a bastardation of For Sure my Nigger which is a bastardation of I agree with you whole heartdly my African-American friend. I think I might just be on to something here...yeah..it's the lack of sleep I tell you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108843722968419729?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108843722968419729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108843722968419729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108843722968419729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108843722968419729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-brothers-friend-is-here-they-stayed.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108838616612250412</id><published>2004-06-27T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T21:29:26.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm was so bored today...absolutely nothing to do!!!  Still need to go to VV, and also I need plans for tomorrow...any ideas? "Why make trillions when we could make...Billions?!?!?!" lmao, sorry, but i'm watching Austin Powers- great movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;   We bought a house, and we're moving next summer. It's huge, so I can't wait to move!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108838616612250412?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108838616612250412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108838616612250412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108838616612250412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108838616612250412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-was-so-bored-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108829394886468307</id><published>2004-06-26T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T19:52:28.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the mall today with Amanda.  While walking in the mall, this indian salesman was offering me a gift "no obligation", if I filled in a question sheet about a bank or something. So I started filling it in, he's like:"Wait! Student, right?" I nodded, so I got the student form instead. While filling it out, he asked Amanda is she wanted to fill it out..."you're of age right?" her:"probably not." he turned to me:"wait a second..you're 19, right?" me:"Nope." and I kept filling it out without a care. lmao, had to be there. About to go back later and ask to fill it out, and if he asked me if I'm 19, I'd be like, "of course" and give him evil look.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, we're so cheap! went to Zellers to search for flip-flops.  We shuddered at all the ugly clothing...and there was quite a bit of it. We even found a purse that's exactly like Amanda's shoe!  I bought 2 tops- hey, buy 1 get one free, lol! Amanda found a "great" t-shirt, brown, with the caption:"Who's in Charge around here?" Amanda:*with deep man/Katrina voice* "Well, Amanda!" lmao. too bad her size wasn't there. We even went to the Children's Place for flip-flops for Amanda, with no success. Then I took the bus home. What are the plans tomorrow? I actually wanna go to Value Village...Amanda, you in? hahaha, we're &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;cheap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108829394886468307?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108829394886468307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108829394886468307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108829394886468307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108829394886468307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/06/went-to-mall-today-with-amanda.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108827381408236672</id><published>2004-06-26T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T14:16:54.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aww, I wrote a long blog but it got erased.  Long story short: drove Katrina and Christina to the movies, where we bought our tickets for "The Notebook". Then we went to Tim Horton's with Jeff, John, Kathleen, Sandra and Diana.Some weird things happened there, including a fort made of chairs, non stop laughter at a poster on the wall of little kids (what a pervert), and Katrina's conversation with..nobody.  At 9 we went to get in line for the movie, and after some racist comments from Katrina, some personal comments from Christina, and some gross ones from Jeff, we were finally able to go inside the movie theatre.  The movie was okay, really sad...too bad we couldn't stop laughing. We got shushed a couple of times, and some "be quiet"'s from the people around us. at the end, everyone was bawling their eyes out, including Diana, Kathleen and Sandra, and of course Katrina was laughing so hard..and loudly of course.lmao, we got some weird stares. I feel sorry for the guys though...one fell asleep and the other one was about to strangle himself.  Got a ride home with Chrstina, and I got home at almost 1 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108827381408236672?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108827381408236672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108827381408236672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108827381408236672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108827381408236672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/06/aww-i-wrote-long-blog-but-it-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108818045526412182</id><published>2004-06-25T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T12:20:55.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Being with smart and interesting people can make this a good day for you, Aquarius. Conversations that stretch your mind, ideas that make you think, and people who know how to communicate well are perfect for you now. If you're in a boring situation, it's natural for your focus to wander, so do your best to stay sharp by staying entertained.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i don't think I'd be that entertained tonight...&lt;br /&gt;   Had to wake up early today, around quarter to 7, because I had to go for my G2 test. So I was sitting in the car, waiting for my instcrutor, and then he finally came, and the first thing I have to do is pull out of the parking lot...of course, I forget to signal!  Then, I run through a yellow light... I think that at this point, my instructor is offically freaked out by being with me in the car with me. After a flurry of one-way streets, railroad crossings, stop signs, and parallel parking, we get back. Apparently, not stopping at a yellow light usually means a fail, but he gave me some more chances and I passed! yay me!!! So I now have my G2...now if only I could find a car, but that's another story...&lt;br /&gt;   Everyone's going to Ashmita's Party, but I can't go, which means that I have nothing to do tonight...I think I might go to the mall, and Christina is talking about movies tonight with Kathleen and Steve, and maybe Mike.&lt;br /&gt;   Going camping next friday with the fellow HBF members..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108818045526412182?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108818045526412182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108818045526412182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108818045526412182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108818045526412182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/06/being-with-smart-and-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108809636064375477</id><published>2004-06-24T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T13:05:05.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was so much fun, yet very weird at the same time.  Left for Amanda's house at around 12:30, and I was at her house by 1. There I found Katrina and Amanda in the basement playing with possibly the oldest Nintendo that has ever seen the light of day...way vintage.  Then we got hungry, so Katrina grabbed her food and ran off, Amanda:"I don't know where she's running off to..." cause the microwave was upstairs. haha, you had to be there, lol.  So there we were, eating fries, when the song that I &lt;strong&gt;loathe&lt;/strong&gt;, "The Reason" came on. So of course I said "Jesus", but with the wrong intonation, which resulted in the other two looking around going "Jesus?!?!Where?!?!?!" we couldn't stop laughing!  And there was even a weird moment when I said:"Well, thank God for Amanda, the sweet white creme". lmao, that sounds so wrong! (Me and Katrina ironically make up the two black parts of an Oreo, (because we're such opposites) with Amanda as the white creme that keeps us all together..ironically, she's not white..she's Jamaican!).&lt;br /&gt;  Then we watched &lt;em&gt;Requiem for a Dream&lt;/em&gt;, wow that's such a weird movie...and to quote Katrina "...it's like they've all hit rock bottom, and started digging...", or "...I'm afraid of the refrigerator...".  Cue all three of us grabbing our arms and wincing at the exact same moment...&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;:"What?! She's taking off her clothes?! But I thought they were done already..." lmao.&lt;br /&gt;   After the movie, I went online, and changed my msn nickname/font/display photo to match Amanda's.  It's sad how many people actually thought I was Amanda, and didn't stop to check the e-mail...so of course I had to ask Donna and Steve to hook "me" aka Amanda up with James, I think Donna had a heart attack..&lt;br /&gt;   We walked to the Sobeys area, where a couple of funny (and way racist) comments occurred. As we passed a teenage girl pushing a baby carriage, &lt;strong&gt;Katrina &lt;/strong&gt;:"Hmph! Well, I'm just surprised it's not black!". You just know she's going to end up as one of those old women that just have to gossip and comment on everyone and everything...and we'll be right there along her, battling for the "best spot in the sun".  &lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:"We're in gangsta territory now..act cool" after which we proceeded to perform our "gangsta" walk/poses.  After, we were all walking home, sucking down on our (I know what you're thinking...perverts) freezies, we looked quite suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;  At Amanda's, we watched Mallrats, quite the funny movie. &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;:"Aww, Silent Bob is so cute.." &lt;strong&gt;Katrina &lt;/strong&gt;"Back off, he's mine!" &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;:"Aww, fine then, I'll have Jay...he's got nice legs". lol.&lt;br /&gt;   Back to her basement we went, playing PS1, South Park is a great game...I'll win one day..*shakes fist*.  We were so hungry the whole day, but no clue why?!&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from getting my report card, my marks are much better then I expected, and I'm getting my G2 tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know more quotes happened, but I can't remember everything right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108809636064375477?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108809636064375477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108809636064375477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108809636064375477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108809636064375477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/06/yesterday-was-so-much-fun-yet-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108795585487794517</id><published>2004-06-22T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T21:57:34.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was such a tiring day!!!  Amanda came over at around 11, when we spent about 15 minutes trying to inflate her front tire.  The most tiring thing ever was the bike ride to Katrina's house- uphill!we were dying, and it was hilarious cause all you could hear was metal scraping the ground from amanda's beat-up bike, and Amanda "Oww, omg, ow..i hate this bike..ow, omg omg, fuck I hate Katrina" lmao. and the kickstand: "put your kickstand up!" Amanda:"It is up!!!" haha, the kickstand was sticking out, stabbing everyone that passed by her bike. lmao. Her bike had a practically flat front tire, and no brakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Katrina's house, some ouija took place (found out some weird stuff, and about Amanda's fall between lambs...*growl*), filmed Amanda and Katrina's eating of the rice, and then some semi-pornographic taping took place of Katrina and Amanda "peeling" and "nibbling" on the "bananas". hahaha, that last sentence sounds so wrong..o so wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to bike home again (weirdly enough, it was also uphill!), then I had 10 minutes to rest at home, and then had to walk to work...bright side- I got payed today..about fucking time! I'm getting a new digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow I have to walk to Amanda's, and friday is my G2 test! we planned our camping trip, we're gonna make blair witch spoof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108795585487794517?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108795585487794517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108795585487794517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108795585487794517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108795585487794517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/06/today-was-such-tiring-day-amanda-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108786044870264439</id><published>2004-06-21T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T19:27:28.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Horoscope for today, from the site whose horoscopes are &lt;strong&gt;always &lt;/strong&gt;right:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make a magical connection today, Aquarius. That means that you could actually have a good conversation with a person you never understood or liked before. Or it could just be a moment of eye contact and a little smile with an interesting person. What makes any of this possible is forgetting about the past and giving yourself and others a new start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm....makes sense...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108786044870264439?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108786044870264439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108786044870264439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108786044870264439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108786044870264439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-horoscope-for-today-from-site-whose.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108785988999653025</id><published>2004-06-21T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T19:18:09.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't do much today. Woke up at around 11:30, Christina came over at around 12, and then at around 12:30 we left for the lake, where we met Mike. Awkward silences issued until Frank came. Then we were walking around the lake, just talking, and then Frank wanted to go to the park, where him and Christina played on the slide and the swings (he's such a kid). Nothing else to do (couldn't get alcohol cause we couldn't get a hold of Jeff) so we went to my house, where a bunch of weird stuff occured (such as Frank's vivid description of babies being borned, the haunt for the incriminating photos, Mike and Frank's search for porno on my 5-channel TV, and the Christina-Frank wrestling match...ewww). Apparently today is national skateboarding day, and Mike was trying to teach me. Then he left for the skatepark with some friends, and Christina and Frank left about half an hour later. &lt;br /&gt;Went to watch TV in my parents' room, and actually fell asleep. Just woke up, made plans with Amanda for tomorrow, and going to the gym at 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work tomorrow from 3:30 -7:30, but Amanda is walking to my house at 11, biking to Katrina for some ouija and movies.I definately want to do something wednesday, since I don't work that day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108785988999653025?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108785988999653025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108785988999653025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108785988999653025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108785988999653025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/06/didnt-do-much-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108776885804955082</id><published>2004-06-20T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T18:00:58.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why are plans constantly changing? Supposed to go downtown with Amanda and Katrina, and then that got cancelled. Tomorrow I'm supposed to go over to Katrina's, and now I'm not anymore. Going to the lake with a bunch of people (frank, Christina, Jeff, Mike and John) to drink at around 1. Tuesday I have to work :( Damn this work!we still need to find rolling paper, and I hate not having cable because I can't see the MMVA's. what a sad life I lead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why isn't my fucking scanner working? I have so many photos I need to scan!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108776885804955082?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108776885804955082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108776885804955082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108776885804955082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108776885804955082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/06/why-are-plans-constantly-changing.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108769578729648256</id><published>2004-06-19T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T21:43:07.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fucking wind! went to Wasaga with some people, but it was really really cold and windy, so there wasn't anyone on the beach!but it was still a lot of fun, we went walking to all the little beach store, got a great necklace plus some flip-flops.there weren't any girls on the beach, but quite a lot of guys, they were like "hey" me: just looked at them weirdly and walked away..god, i'm such a bitch sometimes!(i know my fellow hbf members, the great friends that they are, will post a comment something along the lines of "sometimes"?)&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I'm going to the T-dot with Amanda and Katrina, for some shopping (what should I buy my dad?), MMVAs, and just weird photo taking..hopefully we'll take the subway, but we'll probably get a ride.monday we're supposed to go to Katrina's house, (note to self-get "wrapping paper" from downtown).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww, I haven't talked to him in like, forever!we really need to make some plans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108769578729648256?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108769578729648256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108769578729648256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108769578729648256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108769578729648256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/06/fucking-wind-went-to-wasaga-with-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108765789026037737</id><published>2004-06-19T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T11:11:30.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday I had to work, then go to my brother's grad. There were so many people that I went to school to in grade 8, most that I hated. Saw Katrina(wow-sandra look alike), mark and etc.everyone looked so nice though, aww, that reminded me of my grad. then we all went to Montana's (you can draw on the tablecloth there!!!!i love that place)..and you people thought I was normal! I was suppsoed to go to Wasaga..I can still go actually, but decided to stay home, so something better happen tonight (drinking anyone?), and tomorrow I think I'm going downtown with the HBF clan, go buy "wrapping paper", and I'll try to find some tops from  the Black Market, and also drop by the MMVAs, take some photos, just like last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;summer's finally here!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108765789026037737?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108765789026037737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108765789026037737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108765789026037737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108765789026037737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/06/friday-i-had-to-work-then-go-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108751792379999795</id><published>2004-06-17T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T20:18:43.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, so much yet so little happened today!Did horribly on my Chem exam :(, and then had to go to yearbook, where it took me more than an hour to make a template. me:"now, how does this look?" Katrina:*shakes head*.And then we saw her guy:"Katrina, go over there and find out if he's a real blond". yeah, she was "ewww"ing, but I know she was picturing it in her head.&lt;br /&gt; Then we went looting around the school, now that was fun!you never know what you can find in other people's lockers: PIMP stickers, Amanda's Michael Jakson poster, hundreds of water bottles, old lunches, shoes, coats, binders, and magazines.then on the way to bus I made Katrina sad by bursting a couple of her bubbles.(figure of speech).Amanda's many faces on the bus. The mall was fun, we stayed at the dollar store tasting paper. (that's right, literarly tasting paper..as in with our taste buds, lol.), and then they were trying to get me to go buy some rolling papaer, but I knew they were asking for ID so I chickened out. Katrina's basement was funny, man, what a learning experience- apple pipe!&lt;br /&gt;her backdoor was fun, but damn that burned fast, so it had no effect on me. I was late for work by like half an hour, surprisingly no one said anything to me.we thought that we locked ourselves into Katrina's backyard! haha, 2 minutes of me wanting to strangle Huckle for locking the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I'm working, then going to Alex's Grad, and then out to a restaurant.I need plans for Saturday and Sunday!!!wanna get out of going with my family to their friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108751792379999795?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108751792379999795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108751792379999795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108751792379999795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108751792379999795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/06/wow-so-much-yet-so-little-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108742889788918820</id><published>2004-06-16T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T19:34:57.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/O/omgitscraig/1078837206_White-Band.jpg" border="0" alt="Nirvana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Grunge!  You're all about the music and would even&lt;br&gt;turn your back on fame just to stay true to&lt;br&gt;your roots...  You reached your high in the&lt;br&gt;early '90s, but you're still making some good&lt;br&gt;stuff!  Keep rocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww, I forgot the good details of today, like the Avril-Lavigne-Loving-emo-hair-person trying to push me into a bush, passing around the joint (lmao) and Katrina's major major issues. (is it really THAT hard to cross a street?) going to Sandra's party on saturday (i have no clue what to get her, wonder who else will be there). and then I need to make plans for sunday..anyone? (I have to get out of the whole visiting the family friends thing). &lt;br /&gt;Katrina/Amanda- leaving for camping at 9 am. so, i dunno, I guess the HBF camping is put on hold. (unless kat's mom wants to drive u guys there, it's like 20 minutes away, maybe less).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem test tomorrow, and I've actually studied...some of it..&lt;br /&gt;found some interesting gossip today (aww, that's so cute.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108742889788918820?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108742889788918820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108742889788918820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108742889788918820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108742889788918820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/06/grunge-youre-all-about-music-and-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108740867487485928</id><published>2004-06-16T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T15:15:02.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was my religion exam, I did soo bad!!!dammit! tomorrow is the chem exam, and I should really start studying, don't you think? Just watched Tomb Raider II, and it's such a great movie. both of them were good! Funniest thing after school :"Look, Katrina, it's you guy *****" haha, turned out to be some other guy that looked exactly like him! down to the hair and everything .during religion, Huckle:"Guess what I have in my bag? AVRIL LAVIGNE..rock on!!!" yeah, you go! &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I plan on finding someone else to cover my shift at work, so I can go to the yearbook party (free pizza) after the exams, then go to the mall, pick up some rolling paper and my dad's gift (that sounds so weird in the same sentence..), then go to Katrina's and blaze in her backyard. ha, with the indian neighbour: *insert Indian accent*:"why can't you be more like my daughter and listen to Britney Spprss!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;omg, funniest thing ever. found the earliest video tape that I'm in, and I'm 10 years old. my dad looked &lt;strong&gt;exactly &lt;/strong&gt;like Hyde from that 70's show..trapped in the past, man!Ha, found this big wooden poster of the Spice Girls back from the days that I used to love them, and we're gonna hang it up in our HBF basement! along with Chewy and the Asians! excellent!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108740867487485928?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108740867487485928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108740867487485928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108740867487485928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108740867487485928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/06/today-was-my-religion-exam-i-did-soo.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108734838925746093</id><published>2004-06-15T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T21:13:09.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>English Exam blowed, I couldn't get Greenday out of my head. *shrug*. Spent the whole year trying to say "hi" to "cool ****", and he's so nice! dammit. The HBF clan failed at this mission...well, no, not technically, there are still 2 days left of school. &lt;br /&gt;Freaking religion exam, who invented religion?!*scoff*. that's right, I actually scoffed. omg, I had THE saddest dream last night. You know the kind of dreams and you wake up and you're soo relieved to realize it was all just a dream! very weird dreams though, and it included a lot of people..like, a lot!I'm so busy this whole week, why did I agree to cover those extra shifts?! Friday work 3:30-6:30, and then I have to go to my brother's grad ceremony (omg, time passed so quickly! just yesterday was the grade 9 orientation day, and tomorrow I'm a senior!). Saturday going down to Wasaga, and still need to make plans for Sunday. MMVA's followed up by someone's house to watch the show? my parents better not make me go to these people's house (I &lt;strong&gt;HATE &lt;/strong&gt;their slutty little 13 year old daughters!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108734838925746093?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108734838925746093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108734838925746093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108734838925746093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108734838925746093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/06/english-exam-blowed-i-couldnt-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108725761545851782</id><published>2004-06-14T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T20:00:15.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so mad! 3 more exams to go, still haven't started studying. and I'm busy this whole fucking week. friday I have to work, and then go to Alex's Grad. saturday I'm going to Wasaga with a bunch of people, and sunday I might have to go to these people's house, but I'm trying to get out of it.apparently katrina is going to go drink up with Jeff, and my plan to get drunk is still put on hold. (dammit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108725761545851782?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108725761545851782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108725761545851782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108725761545851782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108725761545851782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-so-mad-3-more-exams-to-go-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108717855136102556</id><published>2004-06-13T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T22:02:31.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>starting now, i'm on a strike! no more talking to either Huckle or Berry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108717855136102556?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108717855136102556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108717855136102556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108717855136102556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108717855136102556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/06/starting-now-im-on-strike-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108715894790827618</id><published>2004-06-13T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T16:35:47.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;quote of the day:contrary to popular beliefs, there are periods when I don't feel like drinking, periods which I call "hangovers"&lt;/strong&gt;I hate Katrina's short choppy blogs, so as revenge I'm gonna start doing the same thing. Damn it, I've barely studied this whole weekend, and so I'm ready to fail my exams.  dammit and I work this week every single day of the week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108715894790827618?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108715894790827618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108715894790827618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108715894790827618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108715894790827618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/06/quote-of-daycontrary-to-popular.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6612801.post-108714695107739595</id><published>2004-06-13T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T13:15:51.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so hyper!Going camping with Amanda and Katrina July 1st, remember to bring "the stuff". (O yeah, someone should really notify Amanda about the plans..eh, she'll just read my blog). we need to film more for our HBF tape.&lt;br /&gt;Joe and Mike are comming over. Dammit!I wanna go to 'lazzo so badly, i love the new summer songs that are comming out.(not that way). took the happy bunny test, and once again I got the "You Smell Like Butt" Bunny. Apparently i'm very straightforeward. (sp?)You know what I realized last night while watching MTV Movie Awards? Eminem is hot!I remember when I had an obsession with him grades 7/8. those were the days.now if only the Spice Girls would come back. (don't ask).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6612801-108714695107739595?l=europeanbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/108714695107739595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6612801&amp;postID=108714695107739595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108714695107739595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6612801/posts/default/108714695107739595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://europeanbaby.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-so-hypergoing-camping-with-amanda.html' title=''/><author><name>Pina Collada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906201046128637090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/europeanbaby/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
