<?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-5448480</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:52:49.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>through the looking glass</title><subtitle type='html'>"like a bird who used to sing, i was flying, i was happy all the time, and it's hard to look back"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS SUCKS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-107154687384882200?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107154687384882200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107154687384882200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107154687384882200' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-107146375216483916</id><published>2003-12-14T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T20:50:01.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fingers crossed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-107146375216483916?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107146375216483916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107146375216483916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107146375216483916' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-107119893664040746</id><published>2003-12-11T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T19:16:23.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and kam, bookstore boy was working today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew. just, ew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-107119893664040746?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107119893664040746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107119893664040746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107119893664040746' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-107119887748531367</id><published>2003-12-11T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T19:15:24.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you guys, the stress is KILLING me slowly. i am a complete nervous wreck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-107119887748531367?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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playful side. i like that."&lt;br /&gt;tries to tell me where a book is, i disagree and then turn out to be right.&lt;br /&gt;dan:"you were right"&lt;br /&gt;kt: (rather annoyed by this point) "i'm always right"&lt;br /&gt;dan: "you're like my ex girlfriend"&lt;br /&gt;kt: "i'm still right"&lt;br /&gt;dan: "but you're not my ex girlfriend" (okay, this might not sound interesting but the way he said it was really full of innuendo it was disgusting)&lt;br /&gt;he was FOLLOWING ME AROUND for two and a half hours. i almost shot him. god. GOD.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm doing section maintenance in photography, and he's standing across the aisle "browsing". in the yoga/women's health section.&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, andy (who is my supervisor, and a nice guy) noticed. i don't think he figured it out, but he noticed something wierd.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS DUMB. i really just want dan to go away and not bother me anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-107103304661577926?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107103304661577926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107103304661577926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107103304661577926' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-107103086712714456</id><published>2003-12-09T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T20:35:11.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. about the period ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there another one, a LATER one we could go to? because, kam, i looked at some patterns tonight, and what you're talking about is going to take some time. i leave dec 21st for vail, and i come back the 28th - that doesn't give me much time, especially since this weekend will probably be pretty busy, and if i don't get into brown, i'll be spending a lot of time before i leave finishing the rest of my applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found three good patterns - all use ridiculous amounts of fabric, and past that, they look rather difficult. the thing about sewing is that if you try and rush it, it shows - so you need to have plenty of time, which we do not have. do not argue with me - i know what i'm talking about. when i say time i mean like TWO MONTHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am all for starting dresses now and finding another ball to wear them to, but if you're talking about january third, it simply cannot be done. we don't have the time, the patterns are difficult, and it's silly to waste all that fabric (one of the patterns i looked at required ten yards). i looked at the peers website, and they're throwing a ton of stuff over the next few months - with different costume ideas, all of which we could do.  if you have your heart set on the january third ball, fine, but we won't be able to make dresses in time. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-107103086712714456?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107103086712714456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107103086712714456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107103086712714456' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-107095189091116940</id><published>2003-12-08T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T22:38:54.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, after hearing the story, i did a yahoo search for ap, and i laughed my ass off at what came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"alex powar is a bona fide hottie with an ass i was thisclose to squeezing on friday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i think every girl has a crush on him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it seems like half the western world is in love with alex powar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i am SO amused right now. hahahahahaha. tor, yours was really the best though. ap had better run for his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and definitely sassing it tomorrow! i have college work and calc to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-107095189091116940?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107095189091116940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107095189091116940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107095189091116940' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-107094865996669031</id><published>2003-12-08T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T21:45:03.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;u=/ap/20031209/ap_on_el_pr/gore_dean&amp;cid=694&amp;ncid=716"&gt;keerthi, i don't know if you've seen this, but yay!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-107094865996669031?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107094865996669031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107094865996669031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107094865996669031' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-107094800308712283</id><published>2003-12-08T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T21:34:06.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cross your fingers everyone - i seriously need your warm fuzzies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-107094800308712283?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107094800308712283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107094800308712283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107094800308712283' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-107092699195506547</id><published>2003-12-08T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T15:43:55.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is monday. friday is only four days away. hold me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-107092699195506547?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107092699195506547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107092699195506547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107092699195506547' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-107086592578052675</id><published>2003-12-07T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T22:46:08.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg you guys so happy we all went last night, and bowling, and sleepover action! (hahaha even though i was only awake long enough to scarf down some pizza) we are so the coolest kids in school haha! sorrie i sneaked out of the house this morning, but i figured y'all wouldn't want me waking you up, heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, work. fortunately, he's not a shelver, it was just a couple weeks of basic training - translation: he spends most of his time at a register and therefore cannot be bothering me all the time.  unfortunately, he still finds time to haunt my footsteps.  i was shelving travel essays, and he walks up behind me and says in my ear "have you taken your break yet?" and i'm like GO AWAY I DON'T HAVE BREAKS I ONLY WORK THREE HOURS. and he said he thought i was working until three (which is super skeevy because it means he checked the hours list - i was listed as working until three today), when was i off, and i said i was getting off at twelve, and he said oh no because i don't have lunch until one, and i was like TOO BAD FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, i was doing section maintenance in humor, and he comes up to me and hands me a note, and this is what it says "i owe you an apology for last week...if you're free at one, i'd like a chance to chat with you some." i went home at twelve as planned and did not stick around for an hour to chat with the creep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news: he has apparently apologized&lt;br /&gt;bad news: he is still following me around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is my mandatory alias talk, so just skip the rest of this post if you're not interested.  syd and will? excuse me, i have to go GOUGE MY EYES OUT now.  but on the bright side, there was no lauren in this entire episode, vaughn's "pushing syd away" phase will last all of five minutes, jack punched lindsay, and oh yeah: lindsay got himself killed. which i really wanted to cheer at. god, he's such a penis head. i'll probably have more comments after i watch the ep again tomorrow. hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-107086592578052675?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107086592578052675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107086592578052675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107086592578052675' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-107068109297826787</id><published>2003-12-05T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T19:25:33.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a short note: &lt;a href="http://www.deanforamerica.com/"&gt;take back our country&lt;/a&gt;.  check it out. bush is fighting to take away a woman's right to choose, something i care a lot about (not to mention his ridiculous wars and the fact that he only cares about the rich and powerful). and if we let him live in the oval office for four more years, roe v. wade could crumble.  so visit the blog, and join generation dean. (end rant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i know, blah blah blah dean-cakes, but every time i read something new about bush i want to punch a window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow: chantilly won't do just dessert until after nine. so, new dinner plans! i'll talk to you guys tomorrow after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, corsages for everyone! we bought materials today, and i'm making them tonight, so we'll all have corsages tomorrow night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-107068109297826787?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107068109297826787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107068109297826787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107068109297826787' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-107058931279192573</id><published>2003-12-04T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T17:55:52.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i detest my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i come home with the dress, and the first thing she says is "why did you shop at bcbg that's too expensive" and i was like, oh i went to macys and they didn't have anything, so i went to bcbg, and look! i found the dress i tried on and loved way back in august!" and then she looks at the price tag and FREAKS OUT even though she offered to buy me the dress back in august if i promised to go to semi formal and wear it (and i didn't because i didn't know if we were going, duh it was august). and i gently reminded her of that and she started telling me that i was lying, she never said that. so i gave that up and offered to pay the difference of what she thought i should spend, and she said that wasn't the point, i was "taking advantage" of her good nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am SO FRUSTATED. this is ridiculous. so tomorrow i have to go back to stanford and return the dress, and find something to wear. it has not been a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and then i get to work today and they're like oh you can't work until you get a work permit, and i was like i don't NEED a work permit, i'm 18. but they told me to get an app from menlo, fill it out and take it to the belmont business office. so i did that, and the belmont business office was like, oh we made a mistake we thought you were 17, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i have to go to chorus. my day SUCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-107058931279192573?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107058931279192573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107058931279192573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107058931279192573' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-107051905149980535</id><published>2003-12-03T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T22:25:54.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jesus FUCK it has been a shit night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are forgetting about my problems, because they are simply figments of my imagination, do not exist, are completely fictional, and are in no way shape or form anything for me to be worried about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carla, i'll fill you in tomorrow - i didn't really see you today or else i would have earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, i have nothing to wear saturday night. i burst a seam on my dress tonight fitting it, and the only way i can fix it is to let a bunch of things out and a few other things in, which i quite frankly do not have time for. it sucks because now everyone's going to be like ooh did you make it and then i'm going to have to explain that i am a shit seamstress and cannot make anything to save my life. oh, and everything i said about my fashion show is a lie because i obviously can't sew for shit.  i have no dress, i'm stressed out, i haven't touched my homework, and i am about to explode with frustration, anger, and worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so excited to wear this damn dress and now that's all been blown to hell, and i have nothing to wear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-107051905149980535?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107051905149980535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107051905149980535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107051905149980535' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-107043606078711230</id><published>2003-12-02T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T23:21:39.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>re: my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's nothing really that bad, but it could get really yucky, and it's seriously just skeevy. there is no other word. kam, i kind of forgot to tell you a couple things (i was writing everything down and something else came to mind). i think everything will be fine, but it was just really upsetting to have this shit thrown at me my first day at work. i'm keeping a record of anything, just in case i have to go to management in the future (i don't think i will though, it's not that bad, i was just really upset earlier). anyways, i'll give you all the full story tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry. it wasn't earth shattering or horrible, just upsetting.  it's just that i work with this guy, it's not like being whistled at on the street where you can walk away. it's skeevy and gross, and kam, if you had been there when he made the comment about you, you would have been waaaaaay more freaked out than i am now. it was so creepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm fine, i haven't been emotionally scarred, i'm just a little worried and skeeved out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, i've been working on my dress, and the dress itself is almost done. i'll finish it tomorrow after school. so excited for semi and all our plans! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-107043606078711230?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107043606078711230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107043606078711230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107043606078711230' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-107042334271709532</id><published>2003-12-02T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T19:49:40.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugly problem at work. my first fucking day. i really don't want to have to take a sexual harassment complaint to management.  i'm in a really bad mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-107042334271709532?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107042334271709532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107042334271709532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107042334271709532' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-107034677055906629</id><published>2003-12-01T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T22:33:27.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my feet are killing me. otherwise, work went well. i'm happy to have a job - having the money will be aaaaawesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't get to work on my dress, i'm too tired. TOMORROW, i will finish it! and then start embellishing hahah. you guys, we have to make semi plans - dinner? okay, what i was thinking - we could do the chantilly thing before semi, on me of course. does that work? i'll talk to you all tomorrow anyways, and i believe we are due for some cutting assembly shenanigans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo, kt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-107034677055906629?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107034677055906629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107034677055906629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107034677055906629' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-107017725192725826</id><published>2003-11-29T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T23:28:07.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuckety fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hips are too big. literally. i just had to change my entire semi dress around so that it would FIT my hips. i CANNOT believe it. so now i have less than one week to REDESIGN and sew and embellish it. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. my life would be a lot easier if i had jennifer garner's body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am seriously pissed off. now i have to cut the shoulder thing because having the side thingy will throw off the balance of the dress. and i have no idea what i'm going to do about the rest. and accessories. jewelry? i don't know. shoes? i don't know. purse? who the hell knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, marc jacobs is my GOD. really. i want to BE him. AND he went to parsons. lucky bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-107017725192725826?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107017725192725826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107017725192725826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107017725192725826' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-107016507218886420</id><published>2003-11-29T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T20:05:07.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my fam drives me NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, semi is apparently the first weekend in december this year. isn't it always the second weekend? THIS IS DUMB. i just started my dress yesterday! fuck. kam, am i invited to be your date also, since i was planning on doing that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keerthi, start picking up your phone! i called you, but you were not there and i was quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday night? birthday? let me know. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-107016507218886420?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107016507218886420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107016507218886420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107016507218886420' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-107009045908737902</id><published>2003-11-28T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T23:21:33.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is dumb! it's still bothering me. just, why? someone explain this to me. and i admit it. i considered going for all of thirty seconds. does that make me a bad person? probably. or maybe not a bad person, just a stupid person.  HE'S NOT ALLOWED TO DO THAT. penalty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-107009045908737902?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107009045908737902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107009045908737902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107009045908737902' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-107008214154828216</id><published>2003-11-28T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T21:03:25.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sean called me this afternoon. i was kind of wigged out by it - seriously, why did he call? whatever, it's dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-107008214154828216?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107008214154828216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107008214154828216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107008214154828216' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-107000332748903480</id><published>2003-11-27T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T23:09:20.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sent in the uc app. FINALLY. my essays were crap but i can't really bring myself to care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-107000332748903480?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107000332748903480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/107000332748903480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107000332748903480' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106990930646412178</id><published>2003-11-26T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T21:02:18.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>where IS everyone? hello? is anyone out there? you guys have all left meeeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106990930646412178?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106990930646412178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106990930646412178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106990930646412178' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106983047209171489</id><published>2003-11-25T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T23:08:23.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want the queer eye guys to move in with me. seriously. why do people not watch this show? i just don't understand. queer eye = greatest thing EVER. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106983047209171489?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106983047209171489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106983047209171489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106983047209171489' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106980469895299212</id><published>2003-11-25T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T15:58:49.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE A JOB! kepler's just called and "offered me a position" hahaha. tuesdays and thursdays from 3-6, saturday and sunday mornings 9-12.  i'll probably start next week. come visit me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106980469895299212?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106980469895299212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106980469895299212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106980469895299212' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106973654400901874</id><published>2003-11-24T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T21:02:54.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kam, we are NOT going ice skating. forget that right now. we will do something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106973654400901874?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106973654400901874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106973654400901874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106973654400901874' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106973639233643402</id><published>2003-11-24T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T21:00:21.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have never seen anything funnier than that picture of tripp on his motorcycle. i spit water all. over. the. keyboard. oh and dude, his accident? he "knew what he was doing" and it was "pretty much intentional" WTF? i sat there and i was like i am not going to laugh, i am not going to laugh, excuse me i have to go to the bathroom before i explode with laughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new queer eye tomorrow night! i am EXCITED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106973639233643402?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106973639233643402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106973639233643402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106973639233643402' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106965696643120889</id><published>2003-11-23T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T22:56:35.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE THE WIFE. i really hope she just DIES and goes away cause she's driving me nuts. seriously. i am going to THROW things at the tv screen the next time she's on it. in other news, i taped the episode and i am going to watch the spydaddy and vaughn parts like 203948239487329 times tomorrow.  and after that, i am SO tempted to kill lauren in the next chapter of rain. death by chinese water torture! or dude, maybe a helicopter could just SQUISH her, like romano on er! wheeeeeeeeee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i had my brown interview today. they had better love me or else i will send hordes of small angry dogs to poo on their lawn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dude, the strangest thing. last night i literally had this dream about a crispy chicken salad. and i used to LOVE crispy chicken salads.  so tonight we went to red robin for dinner, and i decided to cave and order a crispy chicken salad to celebrate the fact that i'm EATING again. and it came, and i took a bite, and i was like meh. i didn't want to eat it. so i didn't touch the chicken and just ate the salad. and it's not just crispy chicken salad - meat doesn't look good to me anymore. like four months ago we were at this swaaaaaanky restaurant, and i was watching my dad eat a perfectly cooked chateau briand (sp? eh i don't know) with mushroom sauce, and i was like dude, i WANT some. but the other day we were at ecco celebrating his birthday, and he was eating the same thing, and he was like katie do you want a bite? and i was like no, that doesn't look good to me. i just wanted to eat my snow peas. i've turned into a rabbit. i'm amused. &lt;br /&gt;in conclusion, i have fully morphed into a vegetarian. no fish on my dish, no pork on my fork, my little white teeth don't chew no beef!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106965696643120889?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106965696643120889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106965696643120889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106965696643120889' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106963442183462136</id><published>2003-11-23T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T16:40:50.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, cause i haven't checked my email in like a WEEK, i had 48 emails in my inbox, and i just finished wading through them all. did you guys get the one s.h. sent to andrew farmer? seriously, funniest thing i've ever seen. haaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, tuesday night for party? we don't have school wednesday, so i might move it to tuesday night, if everyone can come....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106963442183462136?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106963442183462136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106963442183462136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106963442183462136' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106955454968286273</id><published>2003-11-22T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T18:29:37.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOT COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twop is apparently down for a few hours. dude, i'm sick, you can't take my only source of amusement away. that's dumb. in other news, i made video archivist at twop today, which is exciting. (is keerthi the only one who understands what i'm talking about? probably - for the rest of you, it's a post level, it means i post a lot. however, i will not rest until i attain stalker, which could take me the rest of my natural lifetime.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lonely. i'm sitting alone in my house, feeling deserted and bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106955454968286273?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106955454968286273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106955454968286273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106955454968286273' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106938453386065707</id><published>2003-11-20T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T19:16:00.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the fever came back. seriously, i am going to be sick FOREVER. &lt;br /&gt;my parents have mandated that saturday is off. or rather, not off, but postponed. normally this statement would be followed by a string of expletives but i really just can't. i'm sick, exhausted, feverish, and tired.&lt;br /&gt;so as soon as i'm back we will all be discussing when i am putting my party off to, because i am still going to do it!&lt;br /&gt;kam, i probably won't be at school tomorrow, i'm still too sick, but i'll bring the dresses if i'm there next week.&lt;br /&gt;cheer me up guys, i'm sad and not feeling well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106938453386065707?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106938453386065707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106938453386065707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106938453386065707' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106927004526748970</id><published>2003-11-19T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T11:27:49.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dude, i hate the flu. seriously, it sucks and blows. this is the first day i've been able to get up off the couch without like FALLING OVER. &lt;br /&gt;okay, so now that you all know that i'm totally miserable (i will be back at school tomorrow though, i really can't miss any more) moving on to brighter topics. i am SO happy that all of you guys are coming on saturday! seriously, everyone is! and okay, even though that's only six people + myself, i'm really excited, because it's everyone i WANT to be there. yay!&lt;br /&gt;and i definitely missed the new queer eye last night, but no worries, i'm catching it today at 2:30. eeeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106927004526748970?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106927004526748970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106927004526748970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106927004526748970' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106904732799429003</id><published>2003-11-16T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:35:50.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel relieved. i've spent half the evening writing, and i finally put down on paper some of the ideas that have been building in my brain until it was about to explode. and i worked out the major plot point that's been bothering me ever since i started this thing. actually, i wrote out the entire arc, which will probably be good for at least two more chapters, maybe three or four. i don't know, depends on where i take the rest of the story. it's nice, having another project i can work on. i tend to feel kind of lazy unless i have at least six projects going at once. &lt;br /&gt;dude, it's sunday and there's no alias. that is just all kinds of RONG. &lt;br /&gt;hm, haven't finished the math hw. wait, do i have math tomorrow? shit. i do. maybe i'll work on rain some more and just get up early tomorrow to do the math. seriously, once i'm in writing mode, i can't bring myself to do calculus. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106904732799429003?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106904732799429003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106904732799429003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106904732799429003' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106902297126254353</id><published>2003-11-16T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T14:49:52.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>birthday party has been MOVED, because keerthi simply HAS to come. saturday night people! YOU ARE ALL COMING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106902297126254353?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106902297126254353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106902297126254353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106902297126254353' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106893709710053232</id><published>2003-11-15T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T14:58:37.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106893709710053232?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106893709710053232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106893709710053232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106893709710053232' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106887900036723862</id><published>2003-11-14T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T22:50:20.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and DUDE, that last post was at 10:47. definitely an alias induced alternate universe. (for you non bitter alcoholics, 47 is like THE number on alias - it pops up everywhere. basically it connects to this guy named rambaldi, who was some kind of genius prophet guy who lived 500 years ago. yeah i know, but it's alias. suspend your disbelief.)&lt;br /&gt;more proof that rambaldi is EVERYWHERE. yeah, i spend too much time at twop. shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106887900036723862?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106887900036723862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106887900036723862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106887900036723862' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106887883330434305</id><published>2003-11-14T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T22:47:33.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mother has now decided that i should major in english and then go to art school. &lt;br /&gt;seriously, this has to be some kind of alias induced alternate universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106887883330434305?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106887883330434305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106887883330434305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106887883330434305' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106887619659902914</id><published>2003-11-14T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T22:03:37.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, i think my finger is swollen. ouch. i don't like my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, the party is officially set for friday. you are all there. no arguments. i will kill you otherwise, you don't even know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106887619659902914?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106887619659902914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106887619659902914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106887619659902914' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106878462901759778</id><published>2003-11-13T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T20:37:28.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and next weekend (either like friday or saturday night): BIRTHDAY PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;if you can't come i will kill you first and ask questions later. i am so dead serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106878462901759778?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106878462901759778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106878462901759778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106878462901759778' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106878447994127036</id><published>2003-11-13T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T20:34:59.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sad. we're all finally getting together, and i'm missing it. we have to do something else this weekend to make up for it or i will CRY. seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106878447994127036?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106878447994127036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106878447994127036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106878447994127036' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106861295850095181</id><published>2003-11-11T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T20:55:55.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why yes i have spent the day feeling sorry for myself. NOT THAT ANYONE CARES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106861295850095181?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106861295850095181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106861295850095181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106861295850095181' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106852454714484456</id><published>2003-11-10T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T20:22:24.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;if i should live forever, and all my dreams come true, my memories of love will be of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was such an awful day. really. none of you saw me, but i fell apart. in the middle of advocacy, no less. i burst into tears and spent the next half hour crying in dr. chandler's office. &lt;br /&gt;i probably overreacted, but i can't take funeral scenes thrown in my face when ann is so sick, and no one knows how long annie will have. and hearing ave maria juxtaposed with a coffin on the video was enough to break me. all i could see was me, and ann, at the front of a church, singing. it was the hardest thing i've ever done, and i kept thinking that papa would have loved to hear me sing because he never had. just like he can't be proud of me for getting into college, for having a fashion show and my own purse business, or just for growing up.&lt;br /&gt;i've been a mess all day.&lt;br /&gt;but it was like a thunderstorm - the storm raged inside me, but then it stopped, and the sun started to come out again, through the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't tell my parents about falling apart and missing class. i hope dr chandler doesn't say anything - i don't think he would, but if he's worried, i don't know. so i came home, and my mom was nagging at me, and i just went to my room and lay on my bed and read after the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;after the weekend is this great alias fic, written by a fellow twopper. it's shippy and happy, and the length of a bible. really.&lt;br /&gt;i love shippy fic, cause it's peaceful, and i can always retreat into it when things aren't going well. i know this sounds really really wierd, but it's like kam's thing with checkmated.&lt;br /&gt;so last night, after alias, i started my own fic. it's called rain, and i posted it at sd-1 last night. i was up late writing and posting it, but it felt good.&lt;br /&gt;and after i calmed down this afternoon, i went to check the boards. and 200 people had read it, and there were all these positive comments from people who loved the story and wanted me to continue.&lt;br /&gt;so i wrote the second chapter of rain, and posted it about half an hour ago, and already more people are posting happy thoughts about my fic. &lt;br /&gt;i have a completely irrational need of acceptance in my life, so you have no idea how happy all of that made me. the smallest thing. rain isn't an incredible story, and i don't even think it's that well written, but the fact that people were reading it, and liking it was like the sunshine after a storm. &lt;br /&gt;by now you're probably thinking that my obsession with alias is quite scary. and i guess it is, but it's a lot more than the show. because there's this entire community of people out there who are just like me, and it's something i can retreat into when i don't like life. there's no rejection, and there's no drama.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be less dependent on people. i used to be this really strong person, but when i look at myself now all i see is weakness. so this is my first step towards being a strong person again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106852454714484456?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106852454714484456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106852454714484456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106852454714484456' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106843633786424918</id><published>2003-11-09T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T19:52:15.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the tea is in the harbor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106843633786424918?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106843633786424918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106843633786424918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106843633786424918' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106843545421441663</id><published>2003-11-09T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T19:37:31.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>changed your link hon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106843545421441663?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106843545421441663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106843545421441663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106843545421441663' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106836056400135875</id><published>2003-11-08T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T22:49:21.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tomorrow is going to be the BEST day, you have no idea. (gill, this is of course about alias. one of the vandals at twop linked to a clip from tomorrow night's episode, and i was weak and went and watched it. SO GOOD. happyhappyhappy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some things never change." swud! swud! swud! excuse me, i have to go watch that another fifty times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106836056400135875?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106836056400135875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106836056400135875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106836056400135875' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106834073056704004</id><published>2003-11-08T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T17:21:16.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah i forgot, i was going to post a list of books for kam to read. so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the bluest eye&lt;/strong&gt; toni morrison. the rape scene is pretty ugly, but her writing is so beautiful that it's worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the virgin blue&lt;/strong&gt; tracy chevalier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pride and prejudice&lt;/strong&gt; jane austen. read it. it's one of my favorite books. seriously. just read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the english patient&lt;/strong&gt; michael ondaatje (and the movie, omg, if you haven't seen it go rent it NOW)&lt;br /&gt;and the first half of &lt;strong&gt;the red tent&lt;/strong&gt; by anita diamant was really good, but the second part sucked.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;the lovely bones&lt;/strong&gt; have you read it? read it. if you can get past the start, which will rip your heart out, it's so good.&lt;br /&gt;read agatha christie books too! start with &lt;strong&gt;the mystery of the blue train&lt;/strong&gt;. i love that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;charlotte gray&lt;/strong&gt; sebastian faulks. the movie is also excellent.&lt;br /&gt;and i read henry james' &lt;strong&gt;portrait of a lady&lt;/strong&gt; recently but i wasn't really a fan. you can borrow my copy if you want though.&lt;br /&gt;herm herm, i don't know what else, that's what i've been reading lately (or rather, rereading. i reread all my books about fifty bazillion times, which is why i don't ever use my library card). and i'm going to start cold mountain as soon as i get the time and the motivation - have any of you read it? i've heard it's good but i really have no idea what it's about other than the civil war.&lt;br /&gt;oh and dude, and try &lt;strong&gt;women in love&lt;/strong&gt; by dh lawrence sometime. it's a crazy book, and the characters are all totally wierd, but it's worth reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106834073056704004?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106834073056704004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106834073056704004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106834073056704004' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106833992572183867</id><published>2003-11-08T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T17:05:23.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;the wee birdies sing, and the wildflowers spring, and in sunshine the waters are sleeping, by the warm foaming seas of loch lomond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's raining. i love the rain, but i hate the cold. does this make sense? probably not. i really want it to rain tonight. i'll come back from dinner, work on my zine and some designing, and then climb into bed with the newest chapter of after the weekend. i love falling asleep to the sound of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this really vivid memory from when i was about nine. it was raining, and my dad was out for some reason, so his car wasn't in the garage. i spent the entire afternoon in the garage with the door up, working on my dollhouse, and listening to the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alias is on tomorrow night! for once, i'm totally spoiler free, except for a radio promo...hee. hee. totally made my day. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106833992572183867?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106833992572183867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106833992572183867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106833992572183867' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106814652537352810</id><published>2003-11-06T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T11:22:03.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was dumb of me to think that i could be happy here.  i want to go and retreat back into the world of fiction, where the men are handsome and sensitive, everything turns out all right and you're never left alone at the end wondering, did i do something wrong? or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder. if i curl up into a ball small enough, and pretend i'm not here, can i vanish into the pages of a book? when i'm finally out of this place, will things be better somewher else or will it be the same everywhere i go? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>ann's not doing well. there "have been complications." fucking doctors. they can never just say what they mean, can they? euphemisms all the fucking time. just like 'comfort and care' when what they actually mean is where they put you until you die. no one will tell me if she's actually okay, and they "think" the cancer is gone, but "there have been complications". she has to be okay, and she can't die. she won't die. because if she did, it would break me. she's not going to die, it's supposed to be under control. but then again, no one ever told me that papa was dying. until the day before he died. i thought he would be okay. i remember bursting into tears in the middle of the street when they finally decided to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;i have an econ test tomorrow. which i should study for. but in my current state, it's not likely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;the saga of the pumpkin scones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i don't want to sound full of myself, but i am a very good cook. i always make really good food. so because i like to cook and because i had no homework tonight, i decided to try a recipe for pumkpin scones. &lt;br /&gt;so i went out and bought some pumpkin, and self rising flour, and started to make the scones. the dough took forever to mix, because it was really stiff (four cups of flour? yeah, stiff is an understatement). so once i FINALLY finished that, i stuck it on waxed paper to roll out, and i tried to roll it out, only it stuck ALL OVER the rolling pin. seriously, it was like glue. i pretty much covered my hands in flour and tried to get it off. since rolling it out definitely did not work, i just grabbed handfuls and shaped them, which was also not very successful because the dough was so godamn sticky. it was EVERYWHERE. once i finally made eight scones, i stuck them in the oven, and washed the three thousand dishes this dumb recipe produced. and i made a quick glaze, because glazing is easy and i like glazed scones. once they were done, i took them out of the oven and glazed them, and they looked all pretty and i was like yay, i made pumpkin scones.&lt;br /&gt;and then i bit into it. and it wasn't bad, it just didn't taste like anything. it was BORING. i was so upset i threw it in the sink. &lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: my pumpkin scone recipe SUCKS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106792118225621165?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106792118225621165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106792118225621165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106792118225621165' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106756375619468404</id><published>2003-10-30T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T17:29:15.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i sent it! it's kind of a relief, but it's also reallyreally scary. cross your fingers, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;and then i bought chanticleer's wondrous love cd, and a collection of madrigals by the king's singers. it's really relaxing to listen to, which i desperately need right now.&lt;br /&gt;tripp was shooting off his mouth briefly today about columbine. it makes me really sad and uncomfortable when people do that, because it makes me remember exactly what it was like. i couldn't get through to chanel for three days, to make sure that she and aaron were safe. and when i did, the things she told me made my blood run cold. so shut up tripp.&lt;br /&gt;ann's surgery was yesterday. they think they got all the malignant growths. but as i already know, they always think they have all the malignant growths. which they usually don't. so i'm still worried. she can't die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106756375619468404?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106756375619468404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106756375619468404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106756375619468404' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106749028777854025</id><published>2003-10-29T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T21:04:42.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>herm herm! finished my brown essay, took pictures for the supplement. i'm sending it tomorrow! eeeeeeeee! and then i am buying myself a chanticleer cd as a present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106749028777854025?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106749028777854025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106749028777854025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106749028777854025' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106730059467154800</id><published>2003-10-27T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T16:23:14.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last time you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. cried: hm. i cry to let out frustration and pent up emotion, so i cry fairly frequently, but i can't really remember&lt;br /&gt;02. bought something: ooh i bought the prettiest earrings today! and some fabric and crafty stuff at the fabric store today, new projects! yay! &lt;br /&gt;03. gotten sick: i AM sick you jackass&lt;br /&gt;04. sang: heh, i was singing o nata lux for no reason at all about five mintes ago&lt;br /&gt;05. ate: my throat was sore so i had a miniscule amount of ice cream about an hour ago&lt;br /&gt;06. were kissed: MEH. august. shut up. my life sucks, i know.&lt;br /&gt;07. felt stupid: when my sat II scores came yesterday. craptastic and a half.&lt;br /&gt;08. wanted to tell someone you loved them, but didn't: in case you haven't noticed, i'm rather outspoken. i never shut up.&lt;br /&gt;09. met someone new: oooh i had this great convo with one of the chanticleer guys on friday! def didn't know him.&lt;br /&gt;10. moved on: from what? what kind of crap question is this? erm, i threw out the only pictures i still had of sean on saturday when i was cleaning my room. does that count?&lt;br /&gt;11. talked to an ex: heh, like a month ago. we all know who. haven't talked to the others for literally a year at least.&lt;br /&gt;12. missed an ex: couple of months ago.&lt;br /&gt;13. talked to someone you have a crush on: friday. keerthi, stop laughing or i'll hit you.&lt;br /&gt;14. had a serious talk: i've been dying on the couch, i haven't been talking seriously about anything to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;15. missed someone: today!&lt;br /&gt;16. hugged someone: about an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;17. fought with your parents: i don't know! i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;18. dreamed about someone you can't be with: heh, does johnny depp count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;social life*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. best girl friend: "special k and the kgt" word, along with beth/tay/carolyn&lt;br /&gt;02. best boy friend: BILL! bill honey i miss you!&lt;br /&gt;03. boyfriend/girlfriend: stop reminding me about how much my love life sucks, okay? &lt;br /&gt;04. if no, current dating partner: fuck you. i need some hot hookup guys.&lt;br /&gt;05. hobbies: designing (you guys my semi dress is almost finished! i'm photographing it tomorrow i think. kam, you wanna model?), art/photography, music, friends i guess haha, TWOP!&lt;br /&gt;06. pager: helLO i have a cell phone!&lt;br /&gt;07. are you center of attention or the wallflower: i don't know! i'm really loud around people i like though.&lt;br /&gt;08. what type automobile do you drive: audi a4&lt;br /&gt;09. what type automobile do you wish you drove: 360 modena. and if you have to ask what kind of car that is you are pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;10. would you rather be with friends or on a date: relationships suck! so friends. but there's nothing wrong with a little uh uh (to put it a la keerthi)&lt;br /&gt;11. where is the best hangout: YOUR MOM&lt;br /&gt;12. do you have a job: i wish&lt;br /&gt;13. do you attend church: no way in hell&lt;br /&gt;14. do you like being around people: i like being around people who don't bother me, which is a very select number of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which of your friends*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. have you known the longest: carolyn! since she popped out of the womb! haha&lt;br /&gt;02. do you argue with the most: well, carolyn and i used to argue all the time (hahaha think train) but not so much any more. i'm kind of a dominant personality so people don't always get along with me.&lt;br /&gt;03. do you always get along with: beth. dude, do you remember the last time we fought? probably in like second grade.&lt;br /&gt;04. is the most trustworthy: carolyn.&lt;br /&gt;05. makes you laugh the most: dude, you all do&lt;br /&gt;06. has been there through all the hard times: is it sad that i keep putting carolyn for everything?&lt;br /&gt;07. has the coolest parents: hm, i don't know tor's parents. carla's mom has got it going on though hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;08. has the scariest siblings: i think i do.&lt;br /&gt;09. is the most blunt: i don't know. me? i'm blunt.&lt;br /&gt;10. is the smartest: the future prez keerth malladard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personal*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. who is your role model: marc jacobs/zac posen, lizzie for being the sweetest person alive, my great aunt annie, anna wintour (okay, she's a bitch, but dude, i want to be the editor of vogue), some fictional characters from my favorite books, keerthi for her brilliance, carolyn for her strength and understanding, kam for her boobs (hahaha kidding), and johnny depp cause i want to be hot like him!&lt;br /&gt;02. what are some of your pet peeves: too many to list man&lt;br /&gt;03. have you ever liked someone you had no chance with: other than like johnny depp/justin theroux (who is SO hot), not really&lt;br /&gt;04. have you ever cried over the opposite sex: frustration over the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;05. do you have a "type" of person you always go after: dark hair/dark eyes every time. colin farrell is probably the most beautiful man alive, and johnny depp is just sex.&lt;br /&gt;06. have you ever lied to your best friend: heh. i plead the fifth.&lt;br /&gt;07. ever wanted to get revenge on someone because they hurt you: revenge? no, i don't have a monte cristo complex. i want to throw heavy objects at their heads, but revenge? that's a little much.&lt;br /&gt;08. would you rather be dumper or dumped? neither cause relationships are dumb!&lt;br /&gt;09. rather have a relationship or a "hookup": see above. however, if you define relationship as regular wild sex with justin theroux, then BRING IT ON&lt;br /&gt;10. want someone you don't have right now: wtf? that's a dumb question.&lt;br /&gt;11. ever liked your best guy/girl friend: not really.&lt;br /&gt;12. do you want to get married: maybe. i don't want to live a life alone, but that doesn't mean i have to get married.&lt;br /&gt;13. do you want kids: oh hell no.&lt;br /&gt;14. do you believe in psychics: no.&lt;br /&gt;15. do you believe you know the person whom you will marry at this point in time: that is a definite no.&lt;br /&gt;17. what is your favorite part of your emotional being: being perfectly at peace.&lt;br /&gt;18. are you happy with yourself: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;19. are you happy with your life: depends on the day&lt;br /&gt;20. if you could change something in your life right now, what would it be: besides having the perfect wardrobe and a boatload of marc jacobs shoes, i would take away my fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ current clothes ] tank, throw like a girl sweats.&lt;br /&gt;[ current mood ] sick and tired.&lt;br /&gt;[ current music ] red hot chili peppers.&lt;br /&gt;[ current taste ] i don't know? this is dumb. next question&lt;br /&gt;[ current make-up ] eyebrows/swipe of mascara. i look like shit.&lt;br /&gt;[ current hair] thrown up in a ponytail that will fall out in about twenty minutes&lt;br /&gt;[ current annoyance ] not getting into my first choice school&lt;br /&gt;[ current smell ] bvlgari black, what else&lt;br /&gt;[ current thing i ought to be doing ] oh jesus, finishing my dress, photographing everything, finishing my contemp ish project, editing my brown essay&lt;br /&gt;[ current desktop picture] hahaha a totally shippy sydney and vaughn wallpaper which btw, is amazing - so artistic/warhol almost&lt;br /&gt;[ current favorite group ] CHANTICLEER i am buying a cd tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;[ current favorite artist ] i have a million, but chagall is just amazing, especially in person, and i was totally taken by coach jen lee of menlo lacrosse's pastels when i saw them.&lt;br /&gt;[ current book you're reading ] pride and prejudice. i love that book.&lt;br /&gt;[ current cd in cd player ] a mark, a mission, a brand, a scar. i know, i know, but it's really relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;[ current dvd in player ] emma. i am such a jane austen freak.&lt;br /&gt;[ current color of toenails ] "cabernet" hahaha&lt;br /&gt;[ current refreshment ] ooh guava juice.&lt;br /&gt;[ current worry ] you all know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106730059467154800?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106730059467154800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106730059467154800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106730059467154800' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106710596872787713</id><published>2003-10-25T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T11:19:28.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck this. my weekend is sucking so much already it's not even funny, and it's only a quarter past eleven on a saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday sucked donkey balls. i was sick, and i had to sit around some church for thirteen hours. doing nothing. &lt;br /&gt;today also sucks. got my sat scores this morning. yeah, THEY SUCK. &lt;br /&gt;writing 750 us history 690 math IIc 600&lt;br /&gt;yeah keerthi remember when you said something about a 600 on the math and i was like yeah that's what i'm going to get and you were like i'm sure you did fine. guess not.&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be finishing my brown app this weekend, but i might just give it up. really, what is the point? i'm not going to get in and that really frustrates me.&lt;br /&gt;i am sick, i am miserable, and i am doomed to attend some shit school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106710596872787713?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106710596872787713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106710596872787713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106710596872787713' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106695325950443611</id><published>2003-10-23T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T16:54:20.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>herm herm, i haven't posted in a while. yeah well, suck it, i've been sick. no, correction, i still am sick, and i feel like shit. my throat feels like it's been ripped out by wild wolves.&lt;br /&gt;beth - duh everyone admires it, i picked it out! hahaa&lt;br /&gt;i reaaaaaaally don't want to go to this stupid chanticleer thing tomorrow. i can't really sing, so there's absolutely no point. i will spend the entire day staring at "the singer" haha. who is hot, and a nice person. so far. heh.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so not so much on the veronica guerin love. beyond borders - much better. who wants to come? (and yes, i know you have no interest kmall) but tor's a angelina jolie lova, so maybe she will come&lt;br /&gt;and gillian, sunday night i think we should have an alias party and make everyone come. then they can admire vaughn and simon and sark and be as obsessed with the show as we are. it'll be a really good ep, i've been looking at the spoilers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106695325950443611?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106695325950443611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106695325950443611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106695325950443611' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106662101133754493</id><published>2003-10-19T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T20:36:51.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>katie: but what is he in it?&lt;br /&gt;keerthi: i have no idea what he is! i don't care! he's hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls, we are going to go see veronica guerin. colin farrell. with his natural irish accent. nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106662101133754493?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106662101133754493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106662101133754493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106662101133754493' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106659246785070980</id><published>2003-10-19T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T12:41:07.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on a side note, i now have the coolest wallpaper ever on my computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106659246785070980?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106659246785070980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106659246785070980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106659246785070980' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106659214774487057</id><published>2003-10-19T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T12:35:47.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i love fried cheese!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homecoming was dumb! i was good at the dancing though, because I AM COOL. and we lost, wootwoot, what a suprise.dinner was amusing, however, and carla trying on every bra that kam owns was also amusing. i ate seven mozzarella sticks. i love fried cheese, it's yummy. only beth and carolyn understand this, i think.&lt;br /&gt;my shins really hurt. i don't think i will be going anywhere today, and that is dumb, because i wanted to go see my life without me with you guys. MEH.&lt;br /&gt;but yay, new alias tonight, and it will not suck! action! wootwoot! and dix and vaughn protecting syd, and MARITAL STRIFE and hothot justin theroux!&lt;br /&gt;i have to finish this stupid dress i'm making by the end of the week. fuckety fuck fuck.&lt;br /&gt;btw, after watching derek dance last night, i have decided that i do not even find him good looking anymore. yummy yummy gt for meeeee! gillian, whose band is he in anyways?&lt;br /&gt;i am going to go eat pumpkin pie, i like pumpkin pie! with lots of cool whip! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106659214774487057?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106659214774487057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106659214774487057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106659214774487057' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106644528263591063</id><published>2003-10-17T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T19:48:02.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;stacy's mom has got it going on. AND SO DO I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, from 3-5:45 totally sucked today. let's review. drive to doctor's office. wait for half an hour. see doctor for all of FIVE MINUTES. trot over to hospital. wait for AN HOUR AND A HALF to take three minutes of xrays. the medical system? it doth sucketh FLAMING MONKEY SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;the docteur will get xrays on monday, and he will call and enlighten us all as to what is wrong with my legs. &lt;br /&gt;anyways, so i got home around 5:45, and the most amusing thing was waiting for me. it was a letter, from claremont mc kenna. and do you know what it said? dear katie, we want you to come play lacrosse at our school. seriously, you can see the letter. it is without a doubt the funniest thing i have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;and dude, scary stalker of doom from last year? is going to be at homecoming tomorrow. jesus, can't she just STAY at her crappy little college? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106644528263591063?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106644528263591063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106644528263591063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106644528263591063' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106634775411714055</id><published>2003-10-16T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T16:42:33.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i'm on my feet i'm on the floor i'm good to go and all i need is just to hear a song i know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, senior so kicked some major junior ass. and we were so the best offensive line powderpuff football has ever seen! how many times did we let them sack the qb? oh, wait, NONE.&lt;br /&gt;and i FINALLY got high speed internet! whee! it's so zippy and fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106634775411714055?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106634775411714055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106634775411714055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106634775411714055' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106626804725255099</id><published>2003-10-15T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T18:34:06.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;let's talk about the stuck up prick who supposedly teaches me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tor, this one is for you.&lt;br /&gt;the guy drives me out of my mind.  today he walks up in the middle of chris francis' presentation, feels the fabric chris doesn't know the name of, and pronounces it to be satin. i had to try really hard not to laugh and scream at the same time. it wasn't satin. he is a moron.&lt;br /&gt;most people who are pompous jackasses have some foundation for having massive egos. i'm still trying to find his, but i don't think there is one. let's analyze. &lt;br /&gt;some people are stuck up because they're good looking. he's definitely not good looking. he is bald, his head is inexplicably round, and he has no chin, literally. &lt;br /&gt;some people are stuck up because they're smart. i haven't seen evidence of his superior intellect yet.  "why yes, shakespeare was gay because he wrote some sonnets to a glorious young man" dude, read the sonnets.  shakespeare is already married, and there was definitely no gay marriage back in the time of england, so why, pray tell, would shakespeare be trying to persuade some young man TO MARRIAGE so they could have KIDS? answer, he was HIRED to write them.  talk to the mack and learn something.&lt;br /&gt;some people are stuck up because they're talented. nope, definitely not talented. he can't act. what he does is make a pathetic attempt at acting and ends up overacting a scene to death. literally. it's flopping around a deck like a fish out of water, dying. and if it wasn't about to die, it would kill him for ruining it.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, god almighty does a few other things too. let's examine those. set designing. yeah, your set designs? suck flaming monkey shit. i was so amused by the thing on his website "i've put these up for blahblahblah or designers looking for ideas" dude, no one would WANT to get ideas from your crappy sets. nothing revolutionary or even good there.  hmm, lighting. you know how to project clouds onto a background. you are now god's gift to lighting everywhere. not.&lt;br /&gt;HE IS A STUCK UP IDIOT.  he acts like we, the humble students who are quite probably SMARTER THAN HIM, are wasting his time. because he could be spending his time looking at his nonexistent chin in the mirror and brushing his long gone hair. and it is only money, that sordid thing, that is keeping him back from making his living as a full time acTOR. because the world doesn't appreciate his talent. yeah, gag me with a LADLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106626804725255099?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106626804725255099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106626804725255099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106626804725255099' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106619578244145910</id><published>2003-10-14T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T22:29:42.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kt says: i feel left out man. MEH.&lt;br /&gt;finished the stupid othello project. TRIPP SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;so totally didn't do my brown essay or counselor envelopes AGAIN tonight. i am quite the slacker.&lt;br /&gt;off to contemplate why my life is boring and dumb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106619578244145910?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106619578244145910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106619578244145910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106619578244145910' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106609219120832579</id><published>2003-10-13T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T17:43:10.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>x. Been rejected - dude, what kind of rejection? i think everyone has. i got waitlisted at lick wilmerding!&lt;br /&gt;x. Used someone - not really&lt;br /&gt;x. Been used - heh, we all know the answer to this one&lt;br /&gt;x. Done something you regret - who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;x. Have tattoos - no&lt;br /&gt;x. Piercings- ears&lt;br /&gt;x. Floss daily- yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;x. Own a web cam - please tell me this is not a question!&lt;br /&gt;x. Habla espanol - claro que si!&lt;br /&gt;x. Considered being a hooker - oh i AM a hooker&lt;br /&gt;x. If you could be anywhere, where would you be - bellows, lying on my board looking up at the clear sky&lt;br /&gt;x. What are you listening to-  THE PACIFICA SONG!&lt;br /&gt;x. Can you do anything freakish with your body - heh, don't you wish you knew&lt;br /&gt;x. Do you have a favorite animal - erm, i like stuffed animals.&lt;br /&gt;x. Current Clothes - tank top and jeans&lt;br /&gt;x. Current Hair - erm, down like it always is&lt;br /&gt;x. Current Annoyance - hmm. having no coffee ice cream in the house. maybe i will go get some.&lt;br /&gt;x. Current Smell - BULGARI BLACK!&lt;br /&gt;x. Current thing I ought to be doing - working on my brown app &lt;br /&gt;x. Current Book - Persuasion (yeah i know i'm a geek. i LIKE jane austen)&lt;br /&gt;x. Current DVD In Player--charlotte grey &lt;br /&gt;x. Current Crush - dude, pearman cause he has a HOT BODY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite.. &lt;br /&gt;x. Drink - i like chocolate milkshakes! and sherbert freezes! &lt;br /&gt;x. Color - pink! or black!&lt;br /&gt;x. Shoes - ooh, either my marc jacobs shoes or my four inch stilettos&lt;br /&gt;x. Candy - SOUR STRAWBERRY BELTS!&lt;br /&gt;x. TV Show - QUEER EYE! and alias too&lt;br /&gt;x. Movie - dude, i can't list three hundred movies in this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to..&lt;br /&gt;x. Kill - dude, christina ryan. wtf was she talking about today with jacqui rice? "she's rich so she has white friends????" &lt;br /&gt;x. Slap - see above&lt;br /&gt;x. Be like - i want to dress like marya and tina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite.. &lt;br /&gt;x. Holiday - christmas! presents!&lt;br /&gt;x. Radio station - 105.3, but alice for the morning show&lt;br /&gt;x. Place - oahu&lt;br /&gt;x. Flower - plumeria or pikake ooh or tuberose&lt;br /&gt;x. Scent - bulgari black! or marc jacobs for women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;x. hate school - i love my friends, i hate menlo&lt;br /&gt;x.hate people - not generally. dumb people (CHRISTINA RYAN) yes&lt;br /&gt;x. have a pet - meh, no&lt;br /&gt;x. what type of music do u hate - NEW AGE! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106609219120832579?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106609219120832579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106609219120832579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106609219120832579' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106608820965663714</id><published>2003-10-13T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T16:36:49.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;it's burning up in here even though the bed is cold on your side. i'd rather die than spend this night here without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i just watched the "we like tha moon" song, and seriously, that is the funniest thing i have ever seen. like really, it is. we like tha moooooooon cuz it is cloooooooose to us!&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTIES MANIA TOMORROW ladies! you had all better be super dressed up! i am!&lt;br /&gt;so i ran to wet seal today after school and got what is probably the single most hideous article of clothing i've ever owned, but it's so eighties. i am going to be eighties punk! wheeeee!&lt;br /&gt;kt's outfit: cons (NOT CHUCKS!) with black miniskirt, studded belt, and black top under HOT PINK MESH HOODIE (yeah, i shit you not. so fugly, but really eighties) and then hot pink hoop earrings.&lt;br /&gt;and dude, kam/tor - we need to find a way to cut assembly. keerthi, do you want to call us the minute it's out so we can come back to go to advocacy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106608820965663714?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106608820965663714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106608820965663714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106608820965663714' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106601735667866079</id><published>2003-10-12T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T20:55:56.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;all alone and i'm loving every rise and fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so glad all this shiznat is almost over.  tragedy project is half done, contemporary american issues project needs like another twenty minutes, and i am so doing my stupid calculus homework tomorrow during chorus. and alias is on in twenty minutes, but the show has been so screwed up this year by all this triangle shit, so i'm not that excited.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, if i don't get an a on this tragedy project i will strangle that self righteous asshat named tripp. i know he doesn't like my idea - he's one of those teachers where if it's not what he thinks, it's wrong. i really don't like him. anyone reading this, don't mention him seriously i will go off for like twenty minutes about what an asshat he is.&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to do a lot of stuff this weekend that i didn't do. meh, whatever, i'm a slacker, get used to it. this is a boring post. too bad for keerthi heh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106601735667866079?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106601735667866079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106601735667866079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106601735667866079' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-1065905168534081</id><published>2003-10-11T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T13:46:08.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;but you're chasing the ghost of a good thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was really strange.&lt;br /&gt;so i get up early and go the sats, and i walk into the room, and meganetta is sitting RIGHT THERE again. now we have two freakish sat appearances!  and then they asked some wierdss shit on the history one - dude, i took art history, and when they ask a question about art and i don't recognize three of the five artists (like it doesn't even sound vaguely familiar. i have literally never heard the names) DO YOU THINK ANYONE WILL GET THE RIGHT ANSWER? there were like ten random stupid questions that had nothing to do with us history. yeah i failed. and then i left 6 out of 50 questions on the IIC blank. and i failed that too.&lt;br /&gt;and then i talked to meganetta. yeah, it is definitely a wierd day. do you guys remember how the whole meganetta thing was driving me absolutely nuts? well apparently he got the message, because according to her "he dropped off the face of the earth" and she never talks to him anymore. freeeeeeeeeeaky.&lt;br /&gt;and then i come home, and my mom talks for like half an hour about how she watched queer eye this morning and she loves it cause it's hilarious and she's going to start watching it now. &lt;br /&gt;my head hurts, i'm going to go sleep this funky shit off.  maybe it was just a really bad mushroom trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-1065905168534081?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/1065905168534081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/1065905168534081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#1065905168534081' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106575411230532176</id><published>2003-10-09T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T19:48:31.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in other news, my mother and brother were hanging out at a high school in pacifica today. seriously, pacifica is EVERYWHERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106575411230532176?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106575411230532176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106575411230532176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106575411230532176' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106566875536554803</id><published>2003-10-08T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T20:05:55.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kt says: i hate mrs jordan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106566875536554803?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106566875536554803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106566875536554803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106566875536554803' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106559214336671520</id><published>2003-10-07T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T22:49:03.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE FUCKING TERMINATOR? jesus christ. i swear, the state will go to hell after this one.&lt;br /&gt;"the road to hell is paved with republicans" - the mack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106559214336671520?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106559214336671520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106559214336671520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106559214336671520' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106558001661541442</id><published>2003-10-07T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T19:26:56.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my GOD. my parents are complete control freaks. "i don't think the off the shoulder look is appropriate for school" WHY DON'T YOU JUST SEND ME TO A CATHOLIC SCHOOL? i am EIGHTEEN for crying out loud. this is the THIRD outfit they've vetoed in two fucking weeks.&lt;br /&gt;let's review:&lt;br /&gt;no halter tops&lt;br /&gt;no off the shoulder&lt;br /&gt;no pretty slips&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO THEY THINK I AM, THREE?&lt;br /&gt;that is IT. that is IT THAT IS IT. I REFUSE TO PUT UP WITH ANY MORE OF THEIR BULLSHIT.  fuck them. brown had better accept me because i CANNOT WAIT to get away from them. the FARTHER THE BETTER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106558001661541442?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106558001661541442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106558001661541442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106558001661541442' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106557825086037286</id><published>2003-10-07T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T18:57:31.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;you've got wits, you've got looks, you've got passion, but i swear you've got me all wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i am not going to do ANY homework tonight. TAKE THAT ghetto doc han, seeing as tomorrow night is studystudy econ night of DOOM. &lt;br /&gt;ooh, i bought cute underwear today! and i'm going to go finish my shirt so i can wear it tomorrow, and everyone will be like "woah, katie is wearing the coolest shirt" and i will be like "yeah, i'm awesome" and everyone will be like "dude, you are" and i totally need to lay off the sugar.&lt;br /&gt;kam - jason mraz, november 8th at the warfield. $25 - we are GOING! he's supposed to be awesome in concert. i don't think anyone else likes him, if you do come along haha!&lt;br /&gt;okay, i am off to sew on my dress and my shirt. kam, we will talk tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106557825086037286?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106557825086037286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106557825086037286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106557825086037286' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106556892147160783</id><published>2003-10-07T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T16:22:01.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheeeeeeeeeeee! i have attained loyal viewer status on twop! that so just made my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106556892147160783?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106556892147160783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106556892147160783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106556892147160783' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106550032438264003</id><published>2003-10-06T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T21:19:19.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;kt:&lt;/strong&gt; keerthi in a few years - president of the united states, or screaming person on tv on her way to being president of the united states &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keerthi:&lt;/strong&gt;  oooh, i'd make a KILLER president! HA!!! i want to be that!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106550032438264003?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106550032438264003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106550032438264003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106550032438264003' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106549968837701419</id><published>2003-10-06T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T21:08:08.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have comments now! everyone leave me lots of messages!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106549968837701419?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106549968837701419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106549968837701419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106549968837701419' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106549848271710217</id><published>2003-10-06T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T20:48:22.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;fucking shits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to use half of my fucking birthday money to pay my fucking parking ticket.&lt;br /&gt;litle fucknutters. i hate the fucking city of menlo fucking park&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106549848271710217?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106549848271710217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106549848271710217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106549848271710217' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106545917758573071</id><published>2003-10-06T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T09:52:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm tired. i think i slept in a strange position last night because my back really hurts. i have to do work today: purse, brown app essay, sat II shit cause i don't remember anything from us history, dress, fashion show stuff. meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106545917758573071?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106545917758573071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106545917758573071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106545917758573071' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106541066868725850</id><published>2003-10-05T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T20:24:28.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;eighteen candles!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i decided that since i am eighteen, i should have a hot guy driving a red porsche who is madly in love with me standing outside my door. i keep checking, but i don't think he's here yet. how silly.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a good day, everyone has been sending me e cards and calling me (tory, your phone message was the funniest thing i've ever heard! and yeah, gillian is cool cause she called me first haha and i think she was singing too!) &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOH IT'S A SNAAAAAAAAAKE. okay, done now.&lt;br /&gt;little too much cake, i think. i drew mushrooms all over my friend alicia's mix cd i made her, yeah i think she'll be scared when she sees it, but oh well, i didn't come up with the trippy badgers.&lt;br /&gt;alias in almost half an hour! wheeeeeeeee! i'm kind of tired: combination of powderpuff and being woken up early by psycho princesses (mwah! i love my girls!) so the minute alias is over, i am going to go to bed and sleep off my eighteenth birthday.&lt;br /&gt;anyone up for going and getting tattoos tomorrow? i'm legal! (joke. really.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106541066868725850?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106541066868725850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106541066868725850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106541066868725850' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106537456157171041</id><published>2003-10-05T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T10:22:41.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mushroom!  mushroom! (okay i just watched that, dude, how long does it go on???) HAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, i *heart* kam and keerthi, who scared the shit out of me by bursting into my room around nine this morning dressed in psychotic princess costumes. and then stuck a crown on my head and proceeded to take lots of blackmail worthy pictures. hahaha i love you both! and the fruit was arranged beautifully!&lt;br /&gt;i'm making a collage out of it i will show you when i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;I'M 18! EVERYONE WISH ME A HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106537456157171041?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106537456157171041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106537456157171041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106537456157171041' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106507002369021633</id><published>2003-10-01T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T21:47:03.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"i don't have time to go prancing around in a big white dress"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha hails wanted to know if i was going to be a deb. yeaaaaaaah not happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106507002369021633?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106507002369021633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106507002369021633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106507002369021633' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106506722259595586</id><published>2003-10-01T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T21:00:22.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>senior page: 1999 characters. HELL YEAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106506722259595586?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106506722259595586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106506722259595586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106506722259595586' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106504864789133599</id><published>2003-10-01T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T15:50:48.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dude keerthi, i watch newlyweds! seriously, jessica simpson has to be one of the stupidest people alive, she cracks my shit up. btw, met with hanson today about the last test, and he called you a weenie! something about the "revenge of the little keerthi weenies" because you think in a box and that's good for econ, but i don't think in a box and i'm like hanson now (AAAAAAAAAH i almost CRIED when he said that) so i am cool or something like that. at least i will hopefully get a good college rec out of it...&lt;br /&gt;sixteen candles? IS A GREAT MOVIE. hot, sensitive guy with a porsche finds love. I WANT ON JAKE RYAN. and keerthi should like it cause it's set in the eighties haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106504864789133599?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106504864789133599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106504864789133599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106504864789133599' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106496740477414124</id><published>2003-09-30T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T17:16:44.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate not being able to control something as essential as my oxygen intake. i hate the bad asthma attacks, because if i don't treat them, i can't breathe and i'm in a lot of pain, but if i do, it takes so much medication to stop it that my hands shake and my mind and my body go into overdrive.  i hate curling up into a ball on the floor and gasping for breath. don't call me tonight, i'll be sleeping this one off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106496740477414124?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106496740477414124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106496740477414124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106496740477414124' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106487745652487331</id><published>2003-09-29T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T16:17:36.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello, i cannot have violated the two hour time limit if i WAS THERE FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF. this logic apparently escapes the menlo park police. yeah, watch out, i'm contesting this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106487745652487331?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106487745652487331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106487745652487331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106487745652487331' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106479879475163559</id><published>2003-09-28T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T18:26:34.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;home!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i love how you all MISSED me. dorks. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;urban outfitters so totally rocks my world, i got a shirt on sale for five dollars and i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;carla, read your blog. omg, we have esp! keerthi and i were talking in econ about how hot derek is ahahaha. actually it was hilarious, he was explaining something to me, actually i already understood it but whatever, and he finishes and turns around, and then keerthi writes something like derek is HOT and we both burst into giggles and then he turns around and looks at us like wtf? it was amusing. kam, stop laughing. ack, kam, i finally gave in and bought a nalgene! only mine is hot pink.&lt;br /&gt;but i want on pearman - seriously, just for the body - hothothot! and etight (or dexter! dexter hahahaha!) is SO nice, i love him to itty bitty pieces. &lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired, but i have to stay awake because the alias premiere is tonight! at 9 on abc! carolyn, watch it or i will kill you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106479879475163559?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106479879475163559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106479879475163559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106479879475163559' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106437114112766614</id><published>2003-09-23T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T18:20:20.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;and i'm waiting for my rocket to come&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love making lists! this one: projects for senior year&lt;br /&gt;1. COLLEGE APPLICATIONS - i promisepromisepromise to get in all my teacher rec forms by the end of the week. (haha and i DID yay me!!)&lt;br /&gt;2. fashion show! i have to start researching fabrics and patterns and shit. and a budget.&lt;br /&gt;3. photography a la keerthi. i want to have some really cool black and white photos. kam, do you want to give me my camera back? (correct answer here is yes)&lt;br /&gt;4. memories with friends! you guys, we have to do some really fun kickass stuff this year! and lots of it! and take LOTS of pictures (keerthi, where are the pirate photos??)&lt;br /&gt;5. i want a really cool wardrobe (a la lauren wessler - funky and unique) before i go to college. i should MAKE most of it! cause i can! &lt;br /&gt;6. brown application - i have to have kickass essays and recs because i want to go to brown and they HAVE to let me in!&lt;br /&gt;i'll add to this list when i think of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106437114112766614?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106437114112766614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106437114112766614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106437114112766614' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106436973690401704</id><published>2003-09-23T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T19:15:36.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;cause if you've got the poison, i've got the remedy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the initial shock/horror wore off, i realized something. i'm completely fine. yeah, i was horrified, yeah i felt like an idiot having gotten completely played by this jackass, but, i don't really care. i can finally say that i am completely free of this guy, and that is a wonderful feeling. &lt;br /&gt;kam told me that i shouldn't take the world on my shoulders, but i'm still really upset about tiff. i don't want to watch anyone else go through this, i can't watch anyone else go through this. i really want her to be okay, and the fact that she's not is stressing me out a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;new queer eye tonight! so happy! savers on thursday, i WILL find a letterman jacket if it kills me. i refuse to go any longer without having one in my posession.&lt;br /&gt;working a lot on fashion show/other stuff. started semi formal dress, i think it'll be beautiful, i'm really excited. &lt;br /&gt;also, trying to get a hold of the manager at borrones - seriously, do they make this guy untraceable or something? i am going to borrone's tomorrow after school and not leaving until i talk to this guy. mission: get a job. i need one - all the different things i'm planning on doing this year will require funding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106436973690401704?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106436973690401704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106436973690401704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106436973690401704' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106427137716680361</id><published>2003-09-22T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T15:56:16.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;what a fantastically wonderful day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's review: in the past 24 hours, kt: got made a complete idiot of, had her seventy five dollar ralph sunglasses nicked from her bag, found out a close friend has an eating disorder, was told her driving sucks (INSTANT way to push my buttons and NOT in a good way), got four and a half hours of sleep, and has broken down into a shapeless helpless mass on the floor exactly once.  happy monday everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106427137716680361?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106427137716680361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106427137716680361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106427137716680361' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106420813814662995</id><published>2003-09-21T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T23:35:38.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;survey mania&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Items I Have Brand Loyalty To: 1. clinique skincare 2. mascara. lancome flextencils. 3. oooh my conditioner. it's rusk. i would never use anything else 4. CONS NOT CHUCKS!!! 5. my fragrance - bulgari black ALL THE WAY baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Snacks I Enjoy: 1. green apples and cottage cheese. i know, it sounds gross but it's so good. 2. jamba juice, nuff said 3. yoplait strawberry whips! so good 4. CHEEZITS!!!!! aah! i love cheezits! and goldfish! and bad for you crackers! 5. bread! i could eat bread ALL DAY. and 6 cause i cannot LIVE without coffee ice cream!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Songs I Know all the Words to, Even Without the Music: dude, i know the words to so many songs. fine, first five that come to mind: 1. you and i both - jason mraz (i love that song, and the lyrics really resonate with me right now) 2. my paper heart- all american rejects, i'm always singing that. 3. hahaha witness it's been STUCK IN MY HEAD for like the past week and i HATE IT. 4. running from your dad - bowling for soup. that song rocks. 5. hear you me - jimmy eat world. truly great song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things I Would Do With $1000[for myself]: 1000 total? how silly. 1. marc jacobs perfume. 2. a pair of marc jacobs shoes 3. oodles of fabric for me to sew with 4. shopping spree at urban outfitters! 5. parasailing! i want to go parasailing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Bad Habits I Have: 1. believing what people tell me 2. constant needs for frappucinos and/or jamba juice 3. the urge to run lots of people off the road when i'm driving. 4. procrastinating. (five am paper anyone? but those are GOOD so it doesn't matter) 5. i form really strong first impressions of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things I Would Never Wear: 1. SHOULDER PADS AAAAAH 2. yucky platform shoes. HEELS people, heels. they're your FRIENDS 3. lots of blue eyeshadow. nast. eyeliner purposes ONLY 4. deck shoes! like chuck wears, yuuuuuuuck 5. big eighties hair. it's dead, please, let it STAY dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five T.V. Shows I Like: 1. QUEER EYE FOR THE STRAIGHT GUY! kyan, MARRY ME 2. alias! yay! happy! SEASON PREMIERE NEXT SUNDAY! everyone watch! michael vartan is hot! 3. law and order: special victims unit 4. csi! but not csi miami, it's stupid 5. i can't think of a fifth one! i watch queer eye and alias religiously, everything else just kind of if it's on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Biggest Joys at the Moment: 1. makeover madness on saturday! wheee! 2. my friends, i love you all! 3. my dress i'm making for semi formal (SO PRETTY!!!) 4. alias season premiere! sunday! aaah, cannot wait! 5. my fashion show! i know it's really far away, but i am so super excited, doc chan said it would be approved and that he loved the idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five sexy celebrities: 1. JOHNNY DEPP duh 2. orlando bloom mmm yummy 3. SEAMUS O GRADY! hahaha okay that's a character but he is SO HOT 4. colin farrell, omg, seriously he can just come over and do me ANYTIME 5. aaah josh lucas! he's so not my type but he's so aw shucks hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things you'd like to learn: 1. italian/french/hawaiian 2. the secret to being fearless, able to not worry about the future, the freedom to do what i really want to 3. what college i should go to haha 4. i agree with keerthi - street photography 5. to be able to paint exactly what i see in my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106420813814662995?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106420813814662995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106420813814662995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106420813814662995' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106417444473901569</id><published>2003-09-21T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T13:00:44.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lovelovelove to keerthi! dude, i have to sit at home for this minister person to call me for my stupid portman project. but if she does it before like SEVEN TONIGHT i will bring you a prezzie tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;kam-  i think you have my blanket, it's green. also, gillian lost her wallet, i'm supposed to ask you to check for it again. &lt;br /&gt;and carla SO has that whole post coital glow thing going on. deets honey, deets. &lt;br /&gt;really annoyed at a certain person after last night, but this is not the place to bitch about it. (no worries, its not any of you) &lt;br /&gt;alias season premiere is next sunday night! WHEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106417444473901569?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106417444473901569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106417444473901569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106417444473901569' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106407959223050347</id><published>2003-09-20T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T10:39:51.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kam's guestbook hates me so i'll just put this here - omg kam you're shitting me right? i totally remember that, and personally i NEVER believed the "oops it got stolen from your mailbox" story. i don't think you did either, but ha we have PROOF now. you should sue.  i think griff has more than enough money in his trust fund -  then you can go to whatever college you want and we will go on a huge shopping trip! wheeeeee! yeah, i'm in egypt, i know, but anyways, besides the whole "he lied to me thing" (which on a side note, is secondary to his most recent trespass) this is positive, because now you have two tiffanys bracelets for the price of, no, wait, you didn't pay for either of them. so they're free! yay!&lt;br /&gt;i really want to go to savers today. anyone want to join me? call the cell.&lt;br /&gt;and i have to do my stupid contemporary american issues project this morning, but i'm temporarily putting it off while i clean my room, which i should go finish doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106407959223050347?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106407959223050347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106407959223050347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106407959223050347' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106393718986605482</id><published>2003-09-18T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T19:06:29.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not in the best of moods right now - parents are being bitchy "well katie it's only your 18th birthday it's not really that important. we only care about birthdays if they are grant's" (HELLO, i am legally an ADULT. however, my birthday this year will apparently go unnoticed. whoo hoo.) my dad actually FORGOT my birth-day "oh yeah, october 8th, that's soon" OCTOBER 8TH??? the shit? it's like sixteen candles only i'm eighteen and there IS NO HOT GUY IN A PORSCHE.  speaking of that, love life is this huge dramatic mess (seriously, ask about it on pain of A SLOW JOURNEY TO HELL. in other words, mention He Who Is Making My Life Confusing And Singlehandedly Taking Twenty Years Off My Life By Giving Me Migranes With His Dumb Statements And Innuendos and i will shoot you) &lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and i haven't done my contemporary american issues project, i haven't been sleeping well at all, not to mention my headaches, and i am going to fail a calculus test tomorrow. and on a minor side note, I FAILED MY ECON TEST. i have never failed anything in my life EVER before. what the shit is this? and i can't sleep in tomorrow because i have to go meet with clevenger. definitely hitting up starbucks before.  LIFE SUCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106393718986605482?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106393718986605482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106393718986605482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106393718986605482' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106376659740074927</id><published>2003-09-16T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T19:43:17.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mother is a bitch so evil that hell spit her out because she was more of a sadistic jackass shithole fucknutter than the devil himself. and he didn't like that she would have taken over hell and made it even worse than he did, so he threw her out. fucking chingada. i hate her right now, i really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106376659740074927?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106376659740074927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106376659740074927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106376659740074927' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106349836142997800</id><published>2003-09-13T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T17:12:41.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ARRRRRRRRR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha,  kam's suprise bday party was awesome! i was SO worried she was going to like see me with the cake or something and it would all be blown after all the work we did!&lt;br /&gt;so, rundown for those not in the know - went to her house dressed as pirates, and burst in the door screaming ARRRR! and waving our swords (actually, i had a cutlass, it was so pirate!) and she started screaming her head off, i think we almost gave her a heart attack. so we dressed her up in a pretty dress and tiara, and kidnapped her, and took her back to the pirate lair! which was SO awesome -keerthi's dad made a cd of the "drink up me hearties yo ho!" song from the disney ride, and we played that for "atmosphere" (seriously, the effect was so cool!) and there were red,black, and yellow streamers and balloons, and signs that said "welcome to the caribbean love" and "and really bad eggs - drink up me hearties YO HO" and tropical animals, and pirate booty, seriously, it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;then we went out to dinner at chilis, and after that we were running around the streets of atherton yelling "aye! avast" at cars, and having swordfights! but then keerthi had to go to dance class, so carla, kam, and i ran around downtown pa which was a scream, hahaha. when keerthi got back, we had the cake, which i made (hahaha yay me!) - chocolate frosting with "aye! avast! kam be 17!" and a skully and crossbones on it in white.  carla had to leave after the cake, (sad panda!) but then keerthi and i blindfolded kam and took her to see once upon a time in mexico (aaahahaha it was so hilarious, kam was like "where are we?" and keerthi and i kept telling her we were on a mountain with lots of naturalists and bears)&lt;br /&gt;okay, the movie SUCKED (who the hell MAIMS johnny depp?) but last night was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;and i really really don't want to go on this stupid senior retreat, but i don't think i have a choice at this point. MEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106349836142997800?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106349836142997800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106349836142997800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106349836142997800' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106333696195301461</id><published>2003-09-11T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T20:22:41.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last cigarette: eeew no. smoking is bad!&lt;br /&gt;Last big car ride: dude, i fly&lt;br /&gt;Last kiss: heh, like early august. shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Last good cry: i don't know a date! not incredibly long ago i don't think.&lt;br /&gt;Last library book checked out: heh. i owe the library rather a lot in late fees, so i'm trying to avoid the burlingame public library.&lt;br /&gt;Last movie seen: shakespeare in love. in the theater pirates of the caribbean though. KICK ASS MOVIE&lt;br /&gt;Last beverage drank: yummy big glass of cold lemonade&lt;br /&gt;Last food consumed: heh, some really good chocolate frosting ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Last crush: can we please not talk about the jackass?&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: erm, i can't remember. like yesterday? i just can't remember who i was talking to.&lt;br /&gt;Last tv show watched: QUEER EYE yeah baby&lt;br /&gt;Last time showered: last night&lt;br /&gt;Last shoes worn: erm, black flipflops&lt;br /&gt;Last cd played: erm yeah keerthi we need to talk about this one&lt;br /&gt;Last item bought: eeeeeeeeerm, i don't know. a frappucino? dude, i have NO money&lt;br /&gt;Last annoyance: the Jackass Who Shall Not Be Named Because He Sucks Flaming Monkey Shit&lt;br /&gt;Last disappointment: see above. actually, i'm not sure it counts as "disappointment" more like, "made me so mad i felt like castrating him"&lt;br /&gt;Last soda drank: i don't drink soda&lt;br /&gt;Last time wanting to die: about five fucking minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;Last time scolded: about thirty seconds ago. my mother is seriously nag nag nag every fucking hour of the day. i really wish they would just leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;Last shirt worn: black tank top&lt;br /&gt;Last website visited: keerthi's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i am going to KILL sean. like really, murder him. jesus christ he is SUCH a jackass. don't ask, i don't want to talk about him. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106333696195301461?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106333696195301461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106333696195301461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106333696195301461' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106332936905692728</id><published>2003-09-11T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T19:24:14.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the bunnies are scurrying! the bunnies are scurrying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106332936905692728?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106332936905692728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106332936905692728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106332936905692728' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106325915616051917</id><published>2003-09-10T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T22:45:56.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOD i'm good.&lt;br /&gt;sean: "but why won't you be here?"&lt;br /&gt;heh. heh. heh.&lt;br /&gt;if he wants to play games, he is going to get games. olympic quality games.  score one, katie &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106325915616051917?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106325915616051917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106325915616051917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106325915616051917' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106324737931740640</id><published>2003-09-10T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T19:29:39.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="+1"&gt;You are The Cap'n!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any man that stands between them and the mantle of power. You never met a man you couldn't eviscerate. Not that mindless violence is the only avenue open to you - but why take an avenue when you have complete freeway access? You are the definitive Man of Action. You are James Bond in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. Your swash was buckled long ago and you have never been so sure of anything in your life as in your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off their head if they show any sign of taking you on or backing down. You cannot be saddled with tedious underlings, but if one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://talklikeapirate.com/ppi.html"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's Yer Inner Pirate?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://talklikeapirate.com"&gt;The Official Talk Like A Pirate Web Site.&lt;/a&gt; Arrrrr!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106324737931740640?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106324737931740640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106324737931740640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106324737931740640' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106323905298328792</id><published>2003-09-10T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T17:10:53.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;silly quiz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah woah woah, blogger looks different! what is this?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, anyways, this quiz was wrong. i am not legolas, i am just going to make mad wild passionate love to him! silly quizpeople!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/spongebobgrl1366/1059073318_resorlando.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x84cbf3c)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yuo are Legolas !!! you must be really lucky !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/spongebobgrl1366/quizzes/%20Are%20you%20Legolas%2C%20Aragon%2C%20or%20Merry%20and%20Pippin/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt; Are you Legolas, Aragon, or Merry and Pippin&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/5448480-106323905298328792?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106323905298328792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106323905298328792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106323905298328792' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448480.post-106317061440424935</id><published>2003-09-09T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T22:10:14.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>but WHY is the rum gone? (btw, i love this picture. can we say HOOOOOOT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/eas73/1058596313_turesjack3.JPG" border="0" alt="jack shiny"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Duh.  You are "But WHY's the rum gone?!"&lt;br&gt;You're not the smartest one in the bunch, but&lt;br&gt;you're sweetly appealing and you don't let&lt;br&gt;disappointment get to you.  Everybody&lt;br&gt;identifies with you, because let's face it, why&lt;br&gt;IS the rum gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/eas73/quizzes/Which%20one%20of%20Captain%20Jack%20Sparrow's%20bizarre%20sayings%20from%20Pirates%20of%20the%20Caribbean%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which one of Captain Jack Sparrow's bizarre sayings from Pirates of the Caribbean are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448480-106317061440424935?l=bvlgariblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106317061440424935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448480/posts/default/106317061440424935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvlgariblack.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106317061440424935' title=''/><author><name>bvlgari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792048924722529971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
