<?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-15839591</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:34:11.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brianna Baker Comments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113157235205524199</id><published>2005-11-09T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T13:39:12.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a day</title><content type='html'> Im a little tired today, but managed to go to the Houston Fine Art Museum to view the 18th and 19th Century European Art. I just dont seem to have much to say today, a little worn out, but tomorrow will bring renewed energy.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113157235205524199?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113157235205524199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113157235205524199' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113157235205524199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113157235205524199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-day.html' title='Just a day'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113155482081808694</id><published>2005-11-09T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:47:00.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>song 4 2day</title><content type='html'>Only one life to live in Trying our best to make it through Ooooh we're trying our best to make it through There's no mistakes, just lessons It's all about what they mean to you  No matter what you've gone through (you can) Pick up the pieces, move on with your life 'Cause we have to Accept the wrongs and try to make them right It may be hard to Look at yourself and see the truth Baby you've got to Realize it takes time to become you So just get to  Chorus: Moving on We're moving on We're moving on Living day by day, everything must change But in a way everything stays the same Moving on, moving on, moving on, moving on Moving on  Well take what you've been given Gotta take a chance while we can To find our place in our world We gotta understand the plan (understand)  Ohh just put the past behind you Pick up the pieces, move on with your life 'Cause we have to Accept the wrongs and try to make them right Ohhh you can Look at yourself and see the truth Ohh ohh realize it takes time to become you Oh just get to..  (Repeat chorus)  We know we've changed But we're still the same Getting closer to what we're supposed to be As life goes on you'll have your time 'Cause everything's meant to be  Moving on, moving on Everything must change While we're still the same  (Repeat chorus)  Moving on, moving on Everything must change While we're still the same... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113155482081808694?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113155482081808694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113155482081808694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113155482081808694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113155482081808694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/song-4-2day.html' title='song 4 2day'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113148597770350862</id><published>2005-11-08T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:39:37.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the civic</title><content type='html'>so this is what i want my car to look like after i finish working on it...the only problem is that i don't have the car yet...so if anyone want to just like give me a 96 civic hatch...manual transmition...berferably black...thats cool...just call me up...haha...cheers. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113148597770350862?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113148597770350862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113148597770350862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113148597770350862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113148597770350862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/civic.html' title='the civic'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113146776155881047</id><published>2005-11-08T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T08:36:01.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything But Ordinary</title><content type='html'>Some times I Get So WeirdI even freak myself outI laugh myself to sleepIts my LullabySometimes I drive so fastJust to feel the dangerI wanna sreamIt makes me feel alive  Is It enough to love?Is it enought to breathe?Somebody rip my heart outAnd leave me here to bleedIs it enough to die?Somebody save my lifeI'd rather be anything but ordinary Please!!!!!  Esta cancion esta super es mi favorita... es un pedasito solamente pero me encanta la canta avril.... Un saludo para victor okissssss bye y si entran a mi spacio dejen mensaje porfis los quiero chingos  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113146776155881047?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113146776155881047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113146776155881047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113146776155881047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113146776155881047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/anything-but-ordinary.html' title='Anything But Ordinary'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113139921222923957</id><published>2005-11-07T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:33:32.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mad spell..</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you what happened...well i had dance practice today. It is suppost to be over at 6:30..well Tara and Chayna was the ones who came to pick me up...well they came in there and told Chrissie that if i wasnt out there in five minutes they was gonna leave me. Well dance let out at 6:40...and they wasnt out there. I called my mom on Heathers cell phone and my mom called Tara. When Tara got there..I went off on her. She had bought me some mcdonalds..but i wasnt hungry. She grabbed the bag out of the backseat and put it on her lap. I go if your gonna be that way then you can have the drink too..and i threw it at her and it hit the steering wheel and busted all over her and her face! Chayna was laughing so hard. Tara picked up her drink and poured it all over Chayna! Tara and i was fussin' going down the road. We got home and was still fussin'. Like always my mom took her side. Anyhoo...im pretty much over it now. *(LOL)* Im a crazy bitch!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113139921222923957?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113139921222923957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113139921222923957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113139921222923957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113139921222923957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-mad-spell.html' title='My mad spell..'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113131359275690527</id><published>2005-11-06T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T13:46:32.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change??</title><content type='html'>Weekend againtempus fugit. A littledread in my heartI want to do some thing that I know what it is, but actually I have no confidence and patience. It is not good for me, which Ive been changing the defect recently. Nevertheless, I have a low willpower  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113131359275690527?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113131359275690527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113131359275690527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113131359275690527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113131359275690527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/change.html' title='Change??'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113129511625874061</id><published>2005-11-06T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T08:38:36.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Mile</title><content type='html'>Now everybody from the 313 put your fuckin' hands up and follow me Everybody from the 313Put your muthafuckin' hands up Look, look! Now while he stands tough Notice this man did not have his hands up This Free World's got you gassed up Who's afraid of the big bad wolf? One, two, three and to the four One Pac, two Pac, three Pac, four Four Pac, three Pac, two Pac, one You're popped, he's popped He's Pac's... None! This guy's no fuckin' MC I know everything he's got to say against me I am white. I am a fuckin' bum I do live in a trailer with my Mom Myboy Future is an Uncle Tom I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob Who shoots himself with his own gun I did get fumped by all you chumps Wink did fuck my girl Amd I'm still screaming &amp;quot;Fuck Tha Free World!&amp;quot; Don't try to fudge me, dude You don't know the shit I've been through But I know something about you You went to Cranbrook. That's a private school! What's wrong,dawg? You embarrassed? This man's a gansta. His real name is Clarence Clarence lives at home with both parents His parents have a real good marriage He don't want to battle. He's shook 'Cause ain't no such thing as Halfway crooks He's scared to death. He's scared to look in his fucking yearbook Fuck Cranbrook! Fuck a beat! Igo a capella Fuck a Papa Doc! Fucka clock! Fuck a trailer! Fuckeverybody! Fuck y'all if you doubt me I'm a piece of fucking' white trash. I say it proudly Fuck this battle I don't want to win, I'm outtie. Here, tell these people something they don't know about me!   313    313             , , ,  , , ,    ... ...!  ( = )            &amp;quot;&amp;quot;       ? ?        &amp;quot; &amp;quot;   ! ! ! ! ! ! !        ! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113129511625874061?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113129511625874061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113129511625874061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113129511625874061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113129511625874061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/8-mile.html' title='8 Mile'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113122693477635126</id><published>2005-11-05T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T13:42:14.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to begin</title><content type='html'>Hello this is my new web site i found out bought it through msn 7.0. You cant find this msn there yet so ull have to search for it through google and its on the first link. I hafta say its alot better than msn 6.2. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113122693477635126?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113122693477635126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113122693477635126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113122693477635126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113122693477635126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-begin.html' title='to begin'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113120894264490993</id><published>2005-11-05T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T08:42:22.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another week of work..</title><content type='html'>god damit! i woke up so late this morning, and i was also late for work, my face looks so pale and dry that i had to put on my adidas lotion, and i'm looking so scrubby today jux with some baby blue jeans and my hollister shirt and some ugly white flip flops, man..could anything else go wrong with me cause i mean, i usually look nice when coming to work but today..i am so lazy. welps i'm jux at work right now being bored to death and doing nothing. it's like what 10:47 a.m. and i'm sitting my butt here jux staring at the computer, thinking &amp;quot;what shall i do for the next 3 1/2 hours?&amp;quot; man...it is so boring right now. all the employees are gone on vacation except one and my supervisor left to a meeting. damn, and she had to show me how to pick up phone calls and wat to say when people call. gosh and it's my first time too. AIYAIYAI! i'm so nervous..there's already been a couple of phone calls today, but i'm doing pretty good so far. argh! i didn't get enoug sleep today, probably when i get off of work imma jux go to my room and head to sleep SLEEP SLEEP.   this friday i needa go to the mall and do some more shopping. still stressed out and shiat...jux been getting a little bit better because i've been sleeping a lot lately. (sigh) i'm so bored, i should jux probably sleep during my worktime huh hahaha my supervisor wouldn't be too happy about that! welps i talk to my cousin, amy from cali yesterday and she asked me if i was really gonna come down during their new year and i was like of course! i know i am no matter wat i don't care! plus i'm thinking bout moving there too in december. right now, i gotta find a job before skool starts and all. i was thinking bout subway but once i got there i jux spaced out and ordered there instead of asking for an application. stoopid me huh, maybe the next time i go there i should probably askfor an application instead of being a dumbass and wanting an application but ends up jux ordering a sub. welps i guess this is it, i'mbored to deathso imma head out. laters.    maimoua xiong &amp;lt;3 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113120894264490993?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113120894264490993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113120894264490993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113120894264490993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113120894264490993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-week-of-work.html' title='another week of work..'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113114040422312178</id><published>2005-11-04T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:40:04.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the Ocean Blue..................</title><content type='html'>Waldport to be exact.  288 miles or so Waldport is located where the Alsea River collides with the Pacific Ocean. The historic Alsea Bay Bridge takes you across the river just beside the Pacific Ocean. On the north end of town, the chamber of commerce offers a wonderful exhibit that outlines the rich history of Waldport. During low tide, you can comb the beach for tons of driftwood, rocks, shells, clams, and rocks. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113114040422312178?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113114040422312178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113114040422312178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113114040422312178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113114040422312178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/over-ocean-blue.html' title='Over the Ocean Blue..................'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113103559685586457</id><published>2005-11-03T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T08:33:16.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOFA</title><content type='html'> i assumed, then i waited i waited, then i asked, then i started to dream; now u answered,  then i realizedthe dreamwas the borken one what a shame... the dream i scratched once before but now i tried to fool my slef that it could be alive       sex on the beach        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113103559685586457?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113103559685586457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113103559685586457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113103559685586457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113103559685586457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/sofa.html' title='SOFA'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113096712610209826</id><published>2005-11-02T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:32:06.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Commercialization of Education</title><content type='html'> The rapid transformation of America's higher education system fromthe hallowed grounds of learning and exchange to corporate behemoths continues as colleges and universities embrace focus groups and demographics to expand the reach of their message and grow their business. An interesting article today in the New York Times (registration required) discusses the trend of more and more institutions renaming themselves to better competitively position themselves versus their academic competitors to attract new students.  This story follows on the heels of an article yesterday announcing a new program at Princeton to provide students with ebook versions of their textbooks at a 33% discount. The only problem however is that these ebooks include a form of digital rights management which renders them unsuable after 150 days. No more ability to refer to a textbook after the class has ended, and certainly no more used books to buy and sell. Publishers have finally implemented a method to destroy an aftermarket that they have been trying to put out of business for years. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113096712610209826?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113096712610209826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113096712610209826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113096712610209826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113096712610209826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/commercialization-of-education.html' title='The Commercialization of Education'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113094992105014173</id><published>2005-11-02T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:45:21.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a PARTY and PARTIES are FUN!</title><content type='html'> There are many different things you can do with Cake. Most people think the best would be eating it, but me... I prefer throwing it in peoples faces. Even having it thrown back in mine can be fun. For example, the other night, my birthday cake was quite pretty and yummy but I thought it would look much better on someone else. Of course it ended up all over me as well, but the dogs enjoyed having something to eat. They sure like chocolate.  Body surfing is fun as well. At concerts its a blast, but me... yes I prefer it another way. Like 20 people doing it to someone up the stares! YAY for Thomas, Diana, and Trey!  And FINALLY the &amp;quot;what if?&amp;quot; game its amazing how you think none of it is going to make any sense, but some how it all fits together. I didnt say it was very nice I just said it fits! BY THE WAY I THOUGHT OUR DJ WAS FREAKEN AWESOME! And no its not because Im supposed to think thatI would think that even if I werent dating the guy. Hehe! Moral of the story, parties are fun! YAY! Fact Of The Day: Eating 5 pound of potato wedges, in less than an hour is scientifically proven to increases the chance of a heart attack. Good thing that was one of mine and Sara's presents! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113094992105014173?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113094992105014173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113094992105014173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113094992105014173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113094992105014173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-is-party-and-parties-are-fun.html' title='Life is a PARTY and PARTIES are FUN!'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113088152381054297</id><published>2005-11-01T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T13:45:23.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vids... Practical Magic</title><content type='html'>An older movie that I felt like rewatching... if for nothing else than that foreign guy in ER. Woohooo! Even greasy, stubbly and drugged up, that guy's HOT.  Other than that, the only noteworthy thing aboutthe movieis the fact that Nicole Kidman can actually move her forehead.Nicole hon, you're gorgeous already... you don't need to freeze dry your face like this. Please, stop. Really.  Is it me, or does anyone else find a soundtrack filled with trendoid songs played at full volume very jarring to the plot? That highly annoying Faith Hill song &amp;quot;Kiss&amp;quot; nearly had me jamming an ice pick in my ear to make it stop already. Kee-rist! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113088152381054297?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113088152381054297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113088152381054297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113088152381054297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113088152381054297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/vids-practical-magic.html' title='Vids... Practical Magic'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113086363720854391</id><published>2005-11-01T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:47:17.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many chickens!</title><content type='html'>12/10/2003  Watching the opening ceremony of the Rugby World Cup 2003. It should be a greattournament. Its amazing how sport brings peopletogether. Its a shame that itsbeing held atsucha badtime of year, as Im in the middle of writing 5 assignments, working 25 hours a week, doing lots of habo stuff, girlfriend,etc.... i dont have enough time to go to the toilet, never mind watch a rugby game... (however, I am going to 2 games)     I had the most awesome time in Afrique du Sud when i went in July. Was there for12 nights, stayed at 7 different houses. Non stop cofffeeing, clubbing, reminiscing and smiling. I felt very at home there, went to visit my old school, my old house, my maid. It was so good catching up with my friends and family. Returning to Aus wasnt easy, and it took me a few weeks to settle back in to auslife. In SA I went to visit my late friend Ivanne's mother - Lynne, it wasnt easy at all. She was packing up ivannes room, his clothes, cd's, photos, his life. She gave me one of his old jerseys and cd's. It was very emotional, but it was good to get some closure, it didnt feel realwhen I heard about it inaustralia. Lynne has started a brilliant anti crime campaign called al-ive. Here is the website www.alive-in-sa.comWhen Ivanne was killed I set up a website for people to write messages, tell stories, look at pics etc... http://groups.msn.com/memoriesofivan I encourage you to write something. it helps. I met Ivanne on a habonim camp, I actually made many of my closest friends at habo. Im still very involved in the movement, last week I went to melbourne for an excellent 3 day seminar with all the madrichim from all the zionist youth movements in aus. I thoroughly enjoyed meeting new people and engaging in some political discussion. In 5 weeks from now I will once again be heading to the land where the national anthem is in 4 languages, where wild beasts roam free, and where biltong, pap and wors are national cultural symbols. After spending 3/4 days in egoli - the crime capital of the world, i'll be training down to the cape of good tikvah. The main reason im returning to the Southern Tip of Africa is to spend 1 month at a campsite which I like to think of as 'a little province of israel'. I am honoured to be the Segan Rosh Sayarim (grade 10) at Habonim Dror Machaneh Tikvah Chadasha. Your Sea Has In, is the rosh and together we plan to conquer the world and enrich the lives of 150 young jewish spoiled brats. After camp, I will have a holiday (yay) maybe road trip, ct, plett etc.. will have to see.  So, what should I do next year? The Jewish community in Perth, numbering about 7000, is a very vibrant and active community with many ex-south africans. Habo Perth is in desperate need of Madrichim to come and help run their movement. SO, it looks like i'll be going over for the first 6 months of next year to live, work, study, and help run habo. Its a big challenge, but I'm up for it. 2 great guys from melbourne will be joining me. we'll get a flat together and have copious amounts of good clean fun.         Last month there was a documentary on tv about Anti-semitism in Australia. I was interviewed for the documentary (jewish students) and they showed me for like 10 seconds. It was alright. Recently, I gota letter published inthe Jewish News about the j community not valuing the youth, and sidelining their activities and their views. My arab/israel group hasnt been very active of late. We have had 2 activities this semester which went well, but attendace was dismal. Im pleased to tell you that I have an australian girlfriend. Her name is Simonne and we have been together for nearly 3 months, its going really well, and im not looking forward to saying goodbye when i leave for africa. I met her through habo...she is 19. My fam is doing well, daniel is now driving, andhe is abouttostart matric (can u fudgin believe that)steven got a new job where he is much happier, bradley is doing well, still with kate. My mom movedto the mens prison, my dad is doing nicely selling cones. They're all hooked on the rugby at the mo... Last week, the shul in Bulawayo burnt down. My mother is from Bulawayo, she had her batmitzvah there. My zaida and aunties are all very upset about it, as they have lots of cherished memories from that shul. The weather in sydney is warming up. I have found such great beaches, and so many beautiful scenic walks. When you come visit me, I promise to show you anexcellent time and give you a taste of the amazing outdoors life that sydney offers..  I found the following to be inspirational and worth a read:   Get a life. A real life, not a manic pursuit of the next promotion, the bigger paycheck, the larger house. Do you think you'd care so very much about those things if you blew an aneurysm one afternoon, or found a lump in your breast?   Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on a breeze over Seaside Heights, a life in which you stop and watch how a red tailed hawk circles over the water or the way a baby scowls with concentration when he tries to pick up a Cheerio with her thumb and first finger.   Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love, and who love you. And remember that love is not leisure, it is work. Send an e-mail. Pick up the phone. Write a letter.   Get a life in which you are generous. And realize that life is the best thing ever, and that you have no business taking it for granted.   Care so deeply about its goodness that you want to spread it around. Take money you would have spent on beers and give it to charity. Work in a soup kitchen. Be a big brother or sister. All of you want to do well. But if you do not do good too, then doing well will never be enough.   It is so easy to waste our lives, our days, our hours, our minutes. It is so easy to take for granted the colour of our kids' eyes, the way the melody in a symphony rises and falls and disappears and rises again.   It is so easy to exist instead of to live.   I learned to live many years ago. Something really bad happened to me, something that changed my life in ways that, had this not happened it would never have been changed at all.   And what I learned from it is what, today, seems to be the hardest lesson of all:   I learned to love the journey, not the destination.   I learned that it is not a dress rehearsal, and that today is the only guarantee you get.   I learned to look at all the good in the world and try to give some of it back because I believed in it, completely and utterly.   And I tried to do that, in part, by telling others what I had learned.   By telling them this: Consider the lilies of the field. Look at the fuzz on a baby's ear. Read in the backyard with the sun on your face. Learn to be happy.   And think of life as a terminal illness, because if you do, you will live it with joy and passion as it ought to be lived.   May your life be like toilet paper . . . long and thoroughly useful.     Shanah Tovah Umetukah.  Hope you have an excellent year filled with happiness, love, hotdogs and peace. Dont be slack, email me back, before you eat the big mac which is waiting for you inside the shack. Jack, the guy in the shack is selling crack, he is a bit of a whack who pretends he is a duck andsometimes begins to quack, when inside dont turn your back or do a flick flack, even if youre black and have a nice rack. When it comes to crack, there is such a lack, why cant people just live in peace and harmony and be more open minded and understandingack. By Gary Samowitz (c) 2003  Samo garysamo is a hot mail dot com 0413525592 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113086363720854391?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113086363720854391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113086363720854391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113086363720854391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113086363720854391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/too-many-chickens.html' title='Too many chickens!'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113079497211762755</id><published>2005-10-31T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:42:52.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Average Day!</title><content type='html'> Hey yall! Well, like the tile said, today was just another average day. I went to the mall and hung out with my friend, Lindsey, and we ate lunch and hung out at the book store. There is this book that I want. It's called Monster and I forgot who wrote it but I want to read it now. I'm also waiting for Harry Potter to come out so I can read that, but I'm keeping myself busy by reading all of the other ones again. It's been a while since I've read them.Right now I'm really bored. I'm trying to think of what to say on this blog, but I have no clue. So, I'm just going to leave it at this for a while. I'll see you all later and I'll have more entries to come in the future!  Later Gaters! Jacque Jeremiah 29:11 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113079497211762755?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113079497211762755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113079497211762755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113079497211762755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113079497211762755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-another-average-day.html' title='Just Another Average Day!'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113077662885419841</id><published>2005-10-31T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T08:37:08.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lying Liars And The Books They Sell</title><content type='html'>http://mediamatters.org/items/200506240007  Now I'll freely admit I'm not that big of an Al Franken fan. He's a little too haphazard and prone to spoofing as opposed to intensive analysis. However, the above link is a transcript of a show he did with Ed Klein - writer of &amp;quot;The Truth About Hillary&amp;quot; - where he and his guests absolutely destroy Klein and his book.  Repeatedly, going through things like mis-spelling Hillary's closest friends and companions, including chief of staff - which Klein admits to because he never actually spoke to or saw any of those people. But that's just nitpicking, right?  They attack Klein for making a point that a New York politician avoided saying her name intentionally because he didn't like her...but, in reality, he left out the center of the quote without an ellipsis - the center of the quote in which he DOES mention her name 3 times.   Other pieces of information follow, as well as reviews of his book from fellow conservatives and a humorous quote froma while back in which Klein himself admitted he was writing for profit.  In the end, though, Klein concedes each and every time. It just shocks me that a journalist would make these kinds of silly mistakes in a book already founded on almost entirely unnamed sources, then tout the book only to retract so much of it, what, no more than a couple of weeks after release? Now, grammatical errors and such are inevitable when writing a column, but this is a book in which proofreading is a necessity.   Read that link. It's long, but read it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113077662885419841?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113077662885419841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113077662885419841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113077662885419841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113077662885419841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/lying-liars-and-books-they-sell.html' title='Lying Liars And The Books They Sell'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113070806188602459</id><published>2005-10-30T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T13:34:21.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate skool with a passion</title><content type='html'>ALL OF THOSE STUPID PEOPLE WHO INVENTED SKOOL SHOULDA BEEN SHOT!!!!!!!!!! THIS TERM IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DUMB... and im gonna fail :'( my classes are HECKA HARD and theyre ALL advanced! errrrrrrr i hate it that im a good guesser!!!!!!!!! ERRR lemme GRACE ya'all on what WONDERFUL classes i have first block: ADV english 2, second block: ALGEBRA 2 AND THERES ONLY 4 sophmores INCLUDING me!!! the rest are all upper classmen! 3rd block: ADV 3d design, and 4th block spanish 2, the only SEMI easy class!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yarg! IM GONNA DIE!!!!!! kim i leave u and nick in charge of my funeral (GOOD LUCK! ;) ) well ne whos... oh yeah, and NONE of my friends are in my classes!!!!!! IM ALL ALONE! **tear** well ne whos ya'all im FRICKEN tired... i just did an hour and a half of algebra 2 today PLUS homeowrk to go along with it ! YAY!!! g'night ya'all! ~vick &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113070806188602459?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113070806188602459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113070806188602459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113070806188602459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113070806188602459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-hate-skool-with-passion.html' title='i hate skool with a passion'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113068975520546158</id><published>2005-10-30T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T08:29:15.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People....suck</title><content type='html'>So really, there is nothing new in my life at all. However i have become very blunt lately in saying thing to people and about them...sometimes bad...sometimes good. Dang john mayer is good somethings missing....friends check...money check...see? hes good. guitar check microphone check. You dont like him?? you suck. People really suck at driving lately too right lane slow traffic left lane fast not that hard. For some really i am drawn to the u.p. lately, seriously there is nothing there except church and a couple people to hang out with....we do nothing but its usually fun - last weekend i actually got kind of bored but thats ok. Well i have nothing exciting to say so im gonna go ...peace out dogs.  If you think i like you...chances are i dont  Justin B ACTUALLY I DO &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113068975520546158?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113068975520546158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113068975520546158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113068975520546158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113068975520546158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/peoplesuck.html' title='People....suck'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113062186079227149</id><published>2005-10-29T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T14:37:40.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Chad  Chad we caused so much trouble in 5th grade Together that its not even funny! I remember that u used to have a mullet that was great and remember when we were bike raceing together wit ur lil bro and me and u started a pile up and the kid that was half a bike track behind us passed and beat us tothat was crazy. wow ur a geek i cant bealeive u got suspended 3 times in 5th grade now that is not very good but that is so funny ur a phyco little person peace out! o and remember fishing and how we were so mean to kyle that was mean but grand now peace out nigger.      Hey nick u suck jkjk so sup idk what to talk about so what r u doing u fat ass motherfucker if u even send a comment again i will kill u and fuck ur brother jk about fukin ur bro. so whats uphmm u wanna go ufag i will kill u ok u fag illmake u like ur ass then mine ok. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113062186079227149?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113062186079227149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113062186079227149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113062186079227149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113062186079227149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113060385421579042</id><published>2005-10-29T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T09:37:34.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurry, Blurry!</title><content type='html'>it's been a while...  yeah... I'm in no mood for loggin now, things been happening lately, and since I said I aint goin to log any sad moments in here, lol, I'd better keep those moments unloged, till I forget them...  not sayin that all my days are bad, but it's more like... well... I'm not sure, it's just every time I come here and start typing, I only can recall the bad shit, lol, it's weird, I've been havin happy moments too lately, but... ugh... I dunno...   fuck it, I can't think so clear now, I'ma have to lay this down for some other time!  okay, in another note, I found this on the net, kinda made me smile for a while, I have a day :P   http://www.sysadminday.com/ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113060385421579042?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113060385421579042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113060385421579042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113060385421579042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113060385421579042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/blurry-blurry.html' title='Blurry, Blurry!'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113053518389454482</id><published>2005-10-28T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:33:03.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In which the past catching up again</title><content type='html'>Yeah, my boss is out of town.. so basically im working from home... ..... already got emails about stuff to do etc.... argh well..still ....so lazy so what did i do the last couple days... hmm movies like usual.... just a reminder to myself.. never ever go to ward during the weekdays.... soooo empty....  the island was pretty good.... better than stealth.. haha love the white building where all food, clothes are nicely prepared and washed for u... wish i can live in that kind of house....  then what else... haha i ended up watching All About Eve again... yeah...and infecting Noel tooo.....back to my scream fan girl JDG personality again... damn I tho Im done with that phase....damn love JDG's song too... still looking for the one with piano.... but at least i have the one he sung in Karaoke hoho i love that song ' I Will Give You All' even Bi in Full House sang that (yeah in karaoke) .... seems like this is an all time fav karaokesong in Korea?  GoshJDG play as Yoon Hyung-Chul the 'perfect man' you can't find such a perfect man in this world. Rich, faithful, intelligent,sweet, funny,kind-hearted... list go on. But the drama is nice to watch and let us dream a bit. Ha! Ha! ....so perfect... dont think he is that handsome.. but his char so  dont think any girl can resists.....  All the guys in this drama are very loyal and faithful. From start to end also in love with the same girl, do not get distracted from any girl trying to seduce them  haha I dont watch many korean drama, but I love the one that i watch ...yeah coz im picky...cant stand the slow pace and raising-goose-bumps dialogue that most Korean drama has ... so always make sure that it doesnt involved too much crying ...... and lotsa lotsa sweet and laughing parts ...still compared to J-drama ...The pace of the series is slow. Everyone talks slowly, walks slowly, move slowly....everything is really S...L...O...W. .keep fastforwarding....  I remembered that my fd told me she doesnt recommend single guys to watch this. except if he is in love with Chae Rim, coz after watching this series,guys might suffer from an attack of self-pity and low self-esteem.coz the only guy who has the girl in the end is like a figure walking straight out of a fairytale.......only need a white horse and itsperfect ......  ok thats it for my korean drama rantings &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113053518389454482?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113053518389454482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113053518389454482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113053518389454482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113053518389454482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-which-past-catching-up-again.html' title='In which the past catching up again'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113044858270191985</id><published>2005-10-27T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T14:29:42.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My color - timer :=)</title><content type='html'>  Got a good time in Bath ! And 2005 Fall,I m sure i will be there again. The beauty of Bath is combined with inside and outside. Ah, I don't want to be back to here. I know , i have to ... Hard to get my brain back though. I feel too lazy to do anything today, just want to be cozy up for a long , lovely day.  Too bad, I can not sleep too much in the morning, got up, saw the color - timer on my deak... that color breaks into my room air... fresh and clear! (taken this morning-Aug.12,2005) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113044858270191985?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113044858270191985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113044858270191985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113044858270191985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113044858270191985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-color-timer.html' title='My color - timer :=)'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113043064936508711</id><published>2005-10-27T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T09:30:51.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what happened</title><content type='html'>And I swear it's the last time and I swear it's my last tryand we'll walk in circles around this whole blockwalk on the cracks on the same old sidewalksand we'll talk about leaving townyeah we'll talk about leavingI swear it's the last time I swear it's my last tryWe rode across that bridge all nightwe talked our way through city lightstraced all the lines we're killing timeunder those buzzing signsfrom downtown to anywhere but heretonight yeah I swear to these rooftopsand just hoped that car would never stopwe drove around this place all nightpast closed signs and familiar sightswe're moving by passing timecounting those center lineswith 20,000 lines left to gothat lead to somewhere I don't knowit might be the time tha twe leave this all behindthere's been a few timesthat we thought it felt rightto take all the westbound signsand just leave town tonight &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113043064936508711?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113043064936508711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113043064936508711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113043064936508711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113043064936508711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/look-what-happened.html' title='Look what happened'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113036281593877416</id><published>2005-10-26T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T14:40:15.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Self: I Miss You Terribly</title><content type='html'>So basically, he has given up on me.  I personally think he was trying to get away from me by being that way.  It hurts beaucoup. (a lot)  I don't get people anymore.  I shouldn't trust anyone.  I should've learned my lesson by now.  To think that someone actually loves me is ridiculous.  I have never been loved and never will.  I feel empty.  In other news, my stupid ex called and said basically &amp;quot;I know we have our differences, but I want to be friends&amp;quot; and he told me to call him back. Hmm..should I?  Also, I need to start smoking more cigarettes. It suppresses appetite which I need, because I'm getting uber fat. *dies*  In fact, I am going to go smoke right now.  Jayme xXNothing From Nowhere I'm No One At AllXx &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113036281593877416?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113036281593877416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113036281593877416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113036281593877416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113036281593877416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/note-to-self-i-miss-you-terribly.html' title='Note to Self: I Miss You Terribly'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113034450176209377</id><published>2005-10-26T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:35:01.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Lonely...</title><content type='html'>Lonely, I'm so lonely, I have nobody, for my ownnn...girl! Lonely I'm Mr. Lonely I have nobody, for my ownnn...girl! Yo this one here goes out to all my playas out there, man ya' know i got to have one &amp;quot;good girl&amp;quot; whose always been there like took all the bullshit then one day she cant take it no more and decides to leave yeah. I woke up in the middle of the night and I noticed my girl wasn't by my side, coulda' sworn I was dreamin', for her I was feenin, so I hadda take a little ride, back tracking ova' these few years, tryna' figure out wat I do to make it go bad, cause, ever since my girl left me, my whole life came crashin and... I'm so lonely (so lonely), I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) I have nobody (i have nobody) To call my own (to call my own girl) I'm so lonely (so lonely) I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) I have nobody (i have nobody) To call my own (to call my own girl) Cant belive I hadda girl like you and I just let you walk right outta my life, after all I put you thru you still stuck around and stayed by my side, what really hurt me is I broke your heart, baby you were a good girl and I had no right, I really wanna make things right, cause without you in my life girl, I'm so lonely (so lonely) I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) I have nobody (i have nobody) To call my own (to call my own girl) I'm so lonely (so lonely) I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) I have nobody (i have nobody) To call my own (to call my own girl) Been all over the world ain't neva met a girl that can take the things that you been through Never thought the day would come where you would get up and run and I would be out chasing you cause ain't nowhere in the globe I'd rather be, ain't no one in the globe I'd rather see, then the girl of my dreams that made me be so happy but now so lonely. Lonely (so lonely) I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) I have nobody (i have nobody) To call my own (to call my own girl) I'm so lonely (so lonely) I'm Mr. Lonely (mr. Lonely) I have nobody (I have nobody) To call my own (to call my own girl) Never thought that I'd be alone, I didnt know you'd be gone this long, I just want you to call my phone, so stop playing girl and come on home (come on home), baby girl I didn't mean to shout, I want me and you to work it out, I never wished I'd ever hurt my baby, and its drivin me crazy cause... I'm so lonely (so lonely) I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) I have nobody (I have nobody) To call my own (to call my own girl) I'm so lonely (so lonely) I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely) I have nobody (I have nobody) To call my own (to call my own girl) Lonely, So lonely, So lonely, (so lonely), Mr. Lonely, so lonely So lonely, So lonely, (so lonely), Mr. Lonely. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113034450176209377?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113034450176209377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113034450176209377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113034450176209377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113034450176209377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-lonely.html' title='So Lonely...'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113027625364762404</id><published>2005-10-25T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:37:33.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cost of Living</title><content type='html'> My friend posted something onhisbloggerthat was quite interesting... So now, I am going to do it... T-shirt: $0sweatpants: $0 bra: $10underwear: $1.75 (???) Total: $11.75 * .07 = .82 + 11.75 = $12.57 My outfit right now cost me an economical $12.57. I'll do this again when I put on real clothes...and I will update my &amp;quot;daily cost of living&amp;quot; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113027625364762404?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113027625364762404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113027625364762404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113027625364762404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113027625364762404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/cost-of-living.html' title='Cost of Living'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113025838195822063</id><published>2005-10-25T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T09:39:41.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>off day</title><content type='html'>How is it possible to feel completely empty...yet so full at the same time? Well somehow i've managed it. I dont know whats going on today...minds just boggeling....im not one to let life get me down...all the thoughts and worries about the past and the present..and the future. Ive been running from em for so long...but they finally caught up with me. Well im not gonna go into this big sob story cuz yea...thats just not lindsey:Plol I said my goodbyes to Ruthie this morning...she leaves for college bright and early tomorrow:( im gonna miss that girl soo much! i know that it's not like im never gonna see her again or something..its just the thought that she's not gonna be there everyday....shes not gonna be inside that house just down the gravel road...shes not gonna be there to give me all her ruthie speeches and lectures and words of encouragement and inspiration...and its just like...all that is leaving tomorrow and i feel so empty....but then again i feel so full because i realize...even tho she's leaving..the words and thoughts she planted in me are still growing..and they're not leaving. That girl has taught me more than i ever thought anyone could...and even though she's going away...those wont. and idk...i guess one idea just leads to a bazillion others...about friends, and &amp;quot;love&amp;quot;, and past things, and future things and yea..idk..they just started to eat me. I realize how lost i'd be without my firiends....but they're not gonna be there forever....and even the one(s) i think will...i cant help but question. I know old love doesnt die that easy...so i got the fear that it's gonna &amp;quot;re-bloom&amp;quot;(lol) and yea idk..haha..aa! i hate being emotional! this isnt my game!!! lol...im suppose to be the one whos always happy and not worrying about anything in life because i KNOW that it's all completely in gods hands...so whats wrong with me today? why is everything making me cry? why are so many fears coming up? hopeing its just an off day............. XoXo Lindsey &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113025838195822063?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113025838195822063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113025838195822063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113025838195822063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113025838195822063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/off-day.html' title='off day'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113019004727031067</id><published>2005-10-24T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T14:40:47.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Grave</title><content type='html'>The sky had darkened considerably over the past few minutes. Minutes that had only seemed like moments to him. He had stood there calmly, quietly for more than a few hours. His expression had not changed since he had been there, and his words, if any were low under his breath. Memories had been flooding his mind, forcing him to remember events long forgotten in the recesses of his mind. Some he would venture were even long unwanted. For the longest of time he tried to make sense of it, tried to find some realization that would make it all ok. And for the longest time no realization had come. There was a time or two that he knew that one would in fact never come. They had all told him 'not to worry', 'things will get better', even 'it wasn't your fault'. They never knew that at the tiem they were offering their kind words that they were falling on deaf ears. For so long he could not accept that there was nothing he could do to prevent what happened. For so long he believed it was his fault. It was not unil standing there in that spot today that he had come to the conclusion that he was wrong. That the events that had transpired were just a part of his destiny, a destiny that he had no control over. That he was simply inexcriptably drawn down a portion of a preordained path, playing out the part that Fate had written for him. He now accepted those events, accepted the way path that life had given him. He accepted the fact that he still was destined for something more. Something that the majority of the world would not accept and would not understand. He had been running from his past for far to long, only to discover that his future, in ways, would lead him right back to it again. His eyes lifted from the stone that he had been starring at all evening, and for the first time he moved. A shiver swept over him, whether it was from the cool air that whipped around him or from finally being able to let go of that part of his life, he was unsure. Before he turned and began to walk away, he uttered simply two words with as much respect as he could muster, &amp;quot;Goodbye Marcus.&amp;quot; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113019004727031067?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113019004727031067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113019004727031067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113019004727031067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113019004727031067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/at-grave.html' title='At the Grave'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113017162134144397</id><published>2005-10-24T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T09:33:41.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Entry Written From My Phone</title><content type='html'>I have a Samsung i370 running with pocketpc 2003.  Overall I've been very happy with it.  The battery life is good.  The slide out keyboard is excellent - not just as a keyboard but as a way of answering and unlocking the phone.  I signed up for EVDO 3G with no data limit from verizon.  This is pretty good with coverage over most of new york.    The next step is to write some apps. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113017162134144397?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113017162134144397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113017162134144397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113017162134144397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113017162134144397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/entry-written-from-my-phone.html' title='An Entry Written From My Phone'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113010373223077331</id><published>2005-10-23T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:42:18.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Day</title><content type='html'>Well completed one of the biggest tasks of a Military move which is to get an apartment chosen. I will be going through the process of signing the lease next Thursday and then moving in on or about the 1st of September. Cant waite, it's a pretty big place and wasnt expensive at all. As soon as I start Moving in I will take some pictures.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113010373223077331?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113010373223077331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113010373223077331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113010373223077331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113010373223077331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/big-day.html' title='Big Day'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113008560137259588</id><published>2005-10-23T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T09:40:01.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will wake up!</title><content type='html'>No more sad moments, no more tears, no more... I say from now on, I will only log the happy moments, from now on, I will only try and speak about the laughes and good times I run into through my life... I just realized, how lucky I am, I'm surrounded by lots of friends, lots of warm hearted people, who cares about me and only wish me the best, that's somethin enough to live for, that's somethin enough to make you go on and give all that you got okay I lied, lol, I still have this heartache to get rid of, I wish if I only wake up one day not remembering anythin... to go back to work the way I used to, to enjoy my day the way I always did without worrin... heh, and I have hope, I have faith, I will laugh again, I will enjoy my day, and I will wonder, I will wonder why I used to put my self down so much, I will even wonder, why did I waste my time, in drownin my self into sorrow, sadness... and useless pain... I will wake up and ask my self all of this... I will woke up, I will wake up...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113008560137259588?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113008560137259588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113008560137259588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113008560137259588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113008560137259588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-will-wake-up.html' title='I will wake up!'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-113001690851083714</id><published>2005-10-22T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T14:35:08.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, May 23, 2005</title><content type='html'>CHEERIO DAHLING! lol j/k.....but so everyone knows....I LUVE U ALL! wow i havent updated this sight in a while...but thats ok. lets see...what all has happened? i cant remember anything, so i'll just say skewl got out!! YAY! yesterday i went to crabtree, and lovely day i did have. so now that summers here i am planning on maybe going here and there with some friends....of course the beach....but for the most part i plan on relaxing. sleeping late and just chillin around the house...b/c i have had a stressful year, and i am sure there will be many more stressful times. oh by the way...i found the most awesome book...and i dont even like to read. if ur ever bored just give this a try....i swear it is awesome. its the gossip girl series...if ur like me u'll get hooked...anyways i have exciting news! i so just got my dance registration forms in...and im goin to register 2morrow! hows this sound?--hip hop, pre-point/pointe, and a competition class! i do say dahling, i will be getting 3.5 hours of dance a week! CANT WAIT! until then....ive g2g luv ya though! toodlez &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-113001690851083714?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113001690851083714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=113001690851083714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113001690851083714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/113001690851083714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/monday-may-23-2005.html' title='Monday, May 23, 2005'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112999911775425418</id><published>2005-10-22T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T09:38:37.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Those Of You I've Hated...</title><content type='html'> This Might Interest You If You Read It All...   Hey There... So I Leave For Camp Tomarra...I Can't Wait To Get Out Of This Hell Hole For A Week..Camp Means The World To Me, Friends That Last Forever, Rush Of Emotions, It's Like Starting All Over And Being A New Person, Whoever You Choose To Be, Without The Reprocouscions Of People Thinking You're Being Fake. Anyway That's Not What I Wanted To Type About....   I Wanted To Talk To People Who I've Hated In My Life, I'm Not Sorry, I Never Have Been.I May Be Friends With You Again Now, But I Don't Regret Hating You. I've Never Hated Anyone Without Good Reason. So For Those Of You Who Expect Me To Come Crawling Back Apologizing, I Ain't Gonna. But Listen, I'll Get Personal For Ya...   ~Heidi~ We've Had All Kinds Of Problems. The Things You've Got Balls To Say To Me On The Net, You'll Never Be Brave Enough To Say To My Face. That's What's Pathetic About You. But People Talk, That's What They Do. I Will Never Apologize For The Things I've Said, They Don't Require Apology. But I Do, And When You Say Sorry, I'll Get Over It But Not Till Then, Oh Yeah And It Can't Be On The Net.  ~Hanna~ We Had A Problem At Popcorn Days. You Said Shit, And I Dunno Why But You Did. Oh Yeah, It was Because I Said &amp;quot;8th Grade Fags&amp;quot;. But You Know The State I Was In When I Said That...Haha. But We Talked It Over And We're Cool Now, Just Like Before. And That's Good Cause I Think You're The Shit.  ~Taylor~ We Talked About This The Other Day. In Jr. High I Heard You Were Talkin Shit. Well I'm Like Gwen Steffani When It Comes To That. But Now, 1 Year Later, We're 100% Better, And Like Your Mom Said, It's Too Bad We Didn't Work It Out Sooner. And Now Look, We Share The Same Ex-Boyfriend And Everything...Haha. I Love You Taylor.  ~Lindsey~ I Don't Know What To Say To You. You Lied To Me. You Knew What Would Happen If I Found Out And You Chose A Guy You've Known For Maybe A Year Over A Lifelong Friend. After What He Did To Me, Fuck That, After What He Did To YOU! I'm Not Gonna Sit Around And &amp;quot;Support&amp;quot; You Getting Your Heart, Integrity, Dignity, Pride, And Ego Ripped To Shreads By The Lowest Piece Of Shit There Is Out There. I Loved You Lindsey, You Were My Best Friend, And I Would've Stuck By You Thru Anything, Would've Supported You No Matter What, Would Have Helped You In Any Situation...EXCEPT This One. Maybe One Day When You Realize You Were Wrong, We'll Talk About This, But I Doubt We'll Ever Be As Close As We Were.  Any Other's I've Forgotten, I'm Sorry...   -Liv #7 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112999911775425418?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112999911775425418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112999911775425418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112999911775425418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112999911775425418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-those-of-you-ive-hated.html' title='For Those Of You I&apos;ve Hated...'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112993030114963923</id><published>2005-10-21T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:31:41.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Put Image On Your Custom HTML Module PowerToy</title><content type='html'>    How To Put Image On Your Custom HTML ModulePowerToy     Before you can add an image onyour Custom HTML ModulePowerToy, you must first add the Custom HTML ModulePowerToy on your Space. To add this feature on your Space:  Log into Passport and Edit your Space.  In the Address bar of your web browser add the text &amp;amp;powertoy=sandbox to the end of the displayed URL.  Click the Go button next to your web browser address bar.  Once the page has finished reloading, click on the Customize tab in your Space.  In the Modules drop down menu in the Customize tab there should be a listing for PowerToy: Custom HTML. Click the word Add next to it and then click the Save button.   In adding the image, you must first upload the image on your public site or on your Spaces photo album. Get or copythe link or URL of theimage then put the link on the image source code shown below.  Paste these codes onthe HTML box of your PowerToy: &amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;http://www.techsupportfile.com/techbanner.jpg&amp;quot;&amp;gt;  Change the link using the link of image you want to put on the Custom box.  Type the Module Name.  Clisk &amp;quot;Save&amp;quot;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112993030114963923?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112993030114963923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112993030114963923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112993030114963923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112993030114963923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-to-put-image-on-your-custom-html.html' title='How To Put Image On Your Custom HTML Module PowerToy'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112991334029410670</id><published>2005-10-21T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:49:00.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of me...</title><content type='html'>Fights and arguments and conflicts force me to represent only a part of myself, or only part of what I really think or feel. For example, I was speaking with Maxim about writing. I was challenging his chosen vocation, and he was defending it outright. He believes that he was not born to do anything else. I asked him why he never did it.  I would have been saying the exact same thing in his position. It would have awakened that part of me that has felt like a Chosen One when it comes to writing. I would have been mortified at the idea of never doing it, as I am right now.  But I do wonder, therefore, why I never end up writing, if I am so passionate about it.  The truth is, I am not completely clear with it, and soI forced myself to take a position that I could easily oppose.   The only solution is that argument and debate are false gods, especially when it comes to people Maxim. With other relationships, I do not feel like representing myself accurately with my words is as important as producing the desired effect on the other person, so I don't feel strangely about arguing with them. But with him, I do not like giving an incomplete picture of myself, because it is harder to be myself if I have no one reminding me that I am more than the positions Iadvocate. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112991334029410670?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112991334029410670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112991334029410670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112991334029410670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112991334029410670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/pieces-of-me.html' title='Pieces of me...'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112984470570962912</id><published>2005-10-20T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T14:45:08.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts of the Day</title><content type='html'>Oh, well this is something new for me...hehe  I guess this will give me something to do when im bored...  OoO i know ill write my poetry here and see how everyone responds to it...lol   Well, really I don't know what ill be doin here...  I guess i could introduce myself....  Welcome to my world...It's weird and twisted (i'm afriad of being in my own world at times) but its always full of adventures...lol   Anyways, im Shenna aka blkchinadoll (kiddy name) im currently 19 and i go to college in North Carolina. This is my second year at my school and i love it. I work two to three jobs at a time and i try to have fun as much as possible. I have a few best friends and a ton of good friends and a million 'just' friends (you can never have to many friends ;))   I'm a easy, loving, laid-back type of chic...The one that will sit down and watch football with you as well as cook a full dinner for us at the same time. I love to play sports, read about any and everything, listen to music, write, and just make everyone around me feel loved...although sadness often follows me around :(...  Well, i dont know really whatelse to put on here...this was just one of my random moments in time...o well..  OoooO i love art.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112984470570962912?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112984470570962912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112984470570962912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112984470570962912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112984470570962912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/random-thoughts-of-day.html' title='Random Thoughts of the Day'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112982608966064839</id><published>2005-10-20T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T09:34:50.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixth year Dinner</title><content type='html'>Well Brendan has most of this but I thought I'd add my own perspective. After getting all dolled up in my favorite smart casual attire (more casual than smart in my case), I headed down to the school for a reception in the principal's study (which by the way, is hotter than hell in August) during which I sampled some sort of bizarre french apple drink which came in champagne bottles but is actually just posh, though actuallydrinkable, cider. After a couple glasses of that, it was time for dinner, I was pinned between four teachers, Mr. Forbes, Dr. Kelly and the excellent Mr. Curraoin (he's hilarious). I tried to take it easy on the wine so as not to make a fool out of myself in front of the man. I managed this 'til after dinner when I began to indulge. Mr. Browner was plastered at this point so it didn't matter. After a speech from Nick and one from Ms. Byrne, who totally ripped off my assembly speech. Then it was off to the pub. Mr. Dunlop was kind enough to buy me a pint. The man was in such a good mood he even shook Nigel's hand, despite Nigel's making a tit of himself by being drunk thursday andnot being allowed to dinner. I then stepped outside for a smoke and a conversation with a wasted Browner who was bumming fags of Colin and being hilarious. There was a little trouble from the guards (the male of which apparently told Cian he thought the woman was on her period at the moment). We ran into this iritatingSandfordold boy who was a complete spas, talking about how he was &amp;quot;captain of the Rugby team&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;top of the class&amp;quot; (ginger cunt).After a White Russian, I was drunk enough to ask Dr. Kelly for those fags she confiscated off me in December. Amazingly she found and gave them back to me. Cian, Luke, Peter and me, who were all blind drunk then head into school with some bottles for some drinking on Mt. Sandford. It began to rain so we took shelter in the form room. Things got a bit rowdy. I found a guitar that some spastic has left there since as far as I can remember and deserves to be stolen. Luke then attempted to gain entry into the hall by breaking the doors down with the piano. He had only moved the piano into the center of the room when a panel fell off. After drunkenly crooning Tom Wait'sMartha (me and Luke's song) and sorta breaking a bottle, we left the room in a bit of a state, including a bottle in the piano itself, a tribute to Tom Wait's &amp;quot;The Piano has been drinking&amp;quot;. Then it was off to the spar for provisions where we met a Hobo who said bizarre shit which we were drunk enough to engage him on. Finally we stumbled in at 3am and fell soundly asleep. So long Sandford, it's been a hell of a 7 years.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112982608966064839?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112982608966064839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112982608966064839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112982608966064839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112982608966064839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/sixth-year-dinner.html' title='Sixth year Dinner'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112975745607777086</id><published>2005-10-19T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:30:56.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And "We're Done Son!"</title><content type='html'>Well, we're all done. After a few close games, some really hot days, some really cold days, some really rainy days -- we're finished. We lost 5 games straight. However, a few of them we're great close games that the girls deserved to have won.   Went to the Budweiser plant this afternoon. Got to see the Clydesdales horses. They we're sooo pretty. Posting pics below.   Not sure of what we're doing tomorrow, but we're leaving Windsor, CO and moving on somewhere else. Check out at 11 and we'll be gone before then.   I'm off to nite nite land.   Jen &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112975745607777086?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112975745607777086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112975745607777086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112975745607777086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112975745607777086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-were-done-son.html' title='And &quot;We&apos;re Done Son!&quot;'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112973995138031718</id><published>2005-10-19T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:39:12.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>creepy (and some cool stuff)</title><content type='html'>first of all i'll say the bad stuff well when an asshole sent me a link to a site and on the yahoo search i found 5 of the pics and thoseare the most disturbing pics i have ever seen on was a battle scene that i was asking for.that one was the sickest thing i have ever saw along with the other well if i ever meet that bastard his sick mind will be sliced in half.   anyway on to good news i founda good program where i can learn japanese and learn the kanji hiragana and katakanna. i have a few pdf's on it now and a weird media.exe anwyay. thats all for the good news. the other news that i have i am keeping to me and my ray-sama.:) :[ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112973995138031718?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112973995138031718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112973995138031718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112973995138031718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112973995138031718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/creepy-and-some-cool-stuff.html' title='creepy (and some cool stuff)'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112967181188552440</id><published>2005-10-18T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:43:31.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"plyta"</title><content type='html'>siandieniniame technologiju sukaustytame pasaulyje darosi sunku net 5 min. pabegti nuo wisko... siandien man liudna, nors nea...meluoju - siandien esu pikta ir nenoriu nieko matyti, ir nieko girdeti...tiesiog noriuapsaugoti kitus zmogiukus nuo sawo pykcio prowerziu...nenoriu ju uzkresti melancholija, kuri lyg kox gripas &amp;quot;persiduoda&amp;quot; oru, nereikia net rankos paspausti...isjungiu sawo mobiluji telefona...(juk yra simtai pasiteisinimu, kodel jis ne rysio zonoje...) ok, kas next? aha, MSN as offline, regis, niekas manes nepasiex ir neras...galime pasiimti dyyydeli raudona obuoli &amp;amp; ramiai isitaisyti balkone...&amp;amp; zinoma pabendrauti su...tiesiog su sawimi... kazkas beldziasi...hmmm, kodel neuzkabinau raudonos &amp;quot;plytos&amp;quot; zenklo ant duru? nieko, pabels ir nueis... taciau kai atsiribojaunuo sio pasaulio, isjungdama, regis, wisus mane galincius pasiekti prietaisus, uzmirsau toki paprasta dalyka - pasukti rakta spynoje... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112967181188552440?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112967181188552440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112967181188552440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112967181188552440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112967181188552440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/plyta.html' title='&quot;plyta&quot;'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112958457036812925</id><published>2005-10-17T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:29:30.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the search goes on...</title><content type='html'>Another week, another house, yet another bid. Only to be informed someone else is also interested and I do know I am bidding low, don't I? Well, duh! Of course I'm bidding low. Am pretty much down on realtors these days...those I thought I could trust do not seem to have my best interests at heart, only theirs. Not sure why I continue to be so disallusioned by this...but, alas, I am. The man in my life continues to endure my rantings and endless dissertations of the search for the perfect home. To be truthful this whole process scare the bejesus out of me. What if I make the wrong choice? I keep trying to move less than 10 miles, but the route seems endless. I seem to be traversing a thousand miles. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112958457036812925?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112958457036812925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112958457036812925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112958457036812925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112958457036812925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-search-goes-on.html' title='And the search goes on...'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112956672127651229</id><published>2005-10-17T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:32:03.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mall/Practice</title><content type='html'>Today went bysoo fast. I had practice atlike 8 and I made it through yea and my knee feels great. Then like two hours later I had physical theropy yay!!! But the good new is that I get to do jumps tomarrow I am sooo excited. Sounds pretty lame but what ever.  Went to the mall al day today had soo much fun chillin with Heather, Tennessee, Sarah. Looking for cloths for Heather did know that could be so amusing OMGgood times good times. The things that come out of Heather's mouth I love it heheheheh!!!!  Sarah  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112956672127651229?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112956672127651229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112956672127651229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112956672127651229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112956672127651229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/mallpractice.html' title='Mall/Practice'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112948081455258071</id><published>2005-10-16T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T09:40:14.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life 10/31</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, August 10, 2005  Today was lawn mowing day. The thing that sucked the most was that it rained just before we got out to do the job. Have you ever moweda lawn after a good rain? It's hell I tell you. You end up stopping to unload the stupid bag fifty times because the grass is heavier and it clogs the blade up. Then on top of that other stuff, there's always the animal land mines that you have to watch out for. One wrong step could put a nasty surprise underneth your shoe. I don't mind doing this kind of job, but it sucks when it's a lot harder than it should have been.  So what did you do today? We all had things to do today. Some of us went to work, school, friend's houses, and other places. I need a job bad. All I do is sit at home on my ass writing dribble like this. School and cross country is starting soon so I have to concentrate on that shit first. Cross country season starts the 15th, three days earlier than the first day of school. I don't know why that is, it's not like three extra days are going to do very much. I have absolutely no idea where the coach wants us to meet, probably at the school no doubt. Just to be sure I should probably call her ass and see when she wants the team to assemble. I'm dreading calling her, it kind of seems like I'd be bothering her at home like those telemarketers that call during dinner and stuff. I hope the coach is nice, I haven't ran in high school cross country yet.   Do you want to know something that irritates me beyond comprehension? If you don't well too bad, you can stop reading if you like. Today while I was sitting on my ass doing nothing, this damn program that I've never seen before kept showing up on my computer. It's probablly some adware or spyware or something of that nature. Oh and don't let me forget, when I was chatting online, this freaky ass link was being sent by one of my contacts. Like an idiot I clicked it and it installed some shit on my computer.I have no idea what the hell that is probably like a trojan horse or something. It took me about an hour to fix allthat shit andI'm not entirely sure thatI got rid of them for good.I'm going to scan for viruses tonight, but Shawn always gets pissed off when we &amp;quot;waste electricity&amp;quot;. Maybe I'll just wait until I get home tomorrow.   Tomorrow, well I guess I should say today, I'm going to try to hang out with Ryan or Henry or any of my available cronies. Ryan's girl gets back from vacation today so we'll see how that turns out. Henry will probably be gone, like always. I wonder when my cronies and I will play poker again. We're about due for another poker night. Nobody really specifies who's turn it is to host it. Maybe I'll just host it because I'm such a nice guy, haha. No seriously I really enjoy when I get to hang out with my friends, expecially when I don't have to drive to Greeley to do it!  Imp &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112948081455258071?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112948081455258071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112948081455258071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112948081455258071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112948081455258071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-life-1031.html' title='My Life 10/31'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112939395613529186</id><published>2005-10-15T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:32:39.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so fast...</title><content type='html'>this month is going by so fast...i cant believe its allready july 16th. pretty soon my summer will be long gone...and hello hillcrest...i am scared to go to highschool because it is such a change...and...school sucks!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112939395613529186?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112939395613529186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112939395613529186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112939395613529186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112939395613529186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-fast.html' title='so fast...'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112932623517126794</id><published>2005-10-14T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T14:43:59.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>I am so glad that it is summer, but every day feels like the previous one. Sometimes, I lose which day it is. That tells you exactly how much I have going on! I only have a few weeks left before I head back to school. I'm not really sure if I am ready to go back or not. I guess I haven't given it much thought. I mean, I think about when I have to go back and if they are going to give me a roommate or not, but other than that, I guess I push it to the back of my mind. I might need to bring it to the forefront soon, because I have a lot of packing to do and I have to find some way to get it all back up there. Sometimes, I wonder why I don't just get a storage room up there. That would make so much more sense.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112932623517126794?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112932623517126794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112932623517126794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112932623517126794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112932623517126794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112930819009263947</id><published>2005-10-14T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T09:43:10.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8th August 2005</title><content type='html'>Technorati is getting better...its like my newspaper...especially the top searches of the hour links... wow..I jus read some scary stuff on terrorism...and about another school teacher who has sex with teenagers... and more on open source operating systems.... stuff like this is great, cause usually i'm stumped for what to search for.  u know they've modified an air purifier to be able to kill thousands of people? [dunno if its true, thats what the blog says]...but heck wow... imagine..an air purifier as a wmd... its gonna be awfully difficult to break down on terrorism...link http://www.unconfirmedsources.com/?itemid=990&amp;amp;catid=9 and... another terrorist supporter..link http://www.gavinsblog.com/?p=2307  hmmm...really very disconcerting...thinking about how many people are into this terrorism shit.... i wonder... which is the next place they're gonna hit... but heck...i pray it won't be a nuclear weapon...cause that is just inhuman... US, London..hmm seems like Germany would be the next choice...or Japan...australia?...haha..hmmm...erm..just naming the developed non muslim majority countries... I don't think they'd bother with singapore...or india... [the places which would matter to me] cause s'pore is small...and they can't get much out of it..and india also.. the people there are in enough shit already.  soo... moving on from the hot topics in the news today, [i wonder if I read this 20 years from now things will have changed?]  with my extremely frustrating love life... i'm soo sick of wanting... that i've decided, I'm giving up... yess bloody hell... I give up... i'm tired of the heartwringing... and the high's and low's..and unpredictability of feelings which comes when one likes another person. i msg im, and i get a msg back...only its not from im, but cai.[who i msg a day ago..] and cai asks me to hang out on National day... i'm feeling like... wtf???... why is life so wierd... I wanna hang with im...cai is'nt bad... but its im that i'm crazy about... huh! bloody wierd i can tell u, bloody wierd.. I think i'm gonna cancel on cai[although i told i'm free] cause heck...i dunno if its right u know, hangin wid someone when u wanna be wid someone else... hmm erm yeah...whatever.. my screwed up infurating as hell, nauseating..summore... life.. jeez...  ok later.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112930819009263947?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112930819009263947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112930819009263947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112930819009263947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112930819009263947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/8th-august-2005.html' title='8th August 2005'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112923938577321154</id><published>2005-10-13T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T14:36:25.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>Pain is when you are ten thousand miles away from your love ones, especially from your love 'one'. Pain is when you know you'll have to say goodbye again and again. Pain is embedded in a long distance relationship. Pain is when you want something so bad, like being together, but you can't have it. Pain is the heartache and chills you get when you know that you can't just hug someone cus he's not there. Pain is sickening, eating you alive. Pain is pain in itself.Thus, Cherish life and be happy whenever you can. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112923938577321154?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112923938577321154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112923938577321154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112923938577321154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112923938577321154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112922103411894905</id><published>2005-10-13T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T09:30:34.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kool Show</title><content type='html'>hey ppl whats goin on today.....man could MTC be any more gay well i guess it could because school is starting next week.......Hey theres a movie i think you all should see its called Deuce Bigalo: Euapien Gigalo.... i couldn't kuit laughing.......well playaz i think i'm gona let ur pimp asses go....Unnatural Disaster Vox.Out..... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112922103411894905?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112922103411894905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112922103411894905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112922103411894905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112922103411894905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/kool-show.html' title='Kool Show'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112913518429151813</id><published>2005-10-12T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T09:39:44.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people suck so much?</title><content type='html'>Wow. This week in school = Hell.  First, everyone is acting liek idiots lately! During AP, I was going to get something that printed off and Tommy (yes, Govert) goes &amp;quot;What's that smell? Colby don't you bathe? Or put on some deoderant jesus!&amp;quot; and he and Hassan and Joe and everyone else back in that area started laughing. Later it turns out it was Nathan who was stinking because he had just gotten out of Weight training. So later that hour he also told me to act my age. And I said &amp;quot;Tommy, you're the one being immature by slinging out insults to me saying I'm stinking you idiot.&amp;quot; and the only way he could reply was &amp;quot;F*ck you fat B*stard&amp;quot;. God, if being mature is acting the way he does, then I don't ever want to grow up!  Secondly, work was crap. Everyone was acting pretty damn stupid. Krystal and Marlessa kept bossing me around as if they customer I was working on wasn't important. Somebody got the Salad Cart stuck in the back room so I had to help them get it unstuck. Customers buying $300 and then using $150 in coupons which they stuck in their pocket and it took literally about half an hour to get done. Customers wanting bread double sacked in paper because they don't want it squished. People calling me away from Lonna when I was trying to get her number. The only things that kept me sane at work today was the facts that I got to see Lonna, the rain, and I got Lonna's number (YAY!)  Finally, people are being idiots to my FRIENDS! Poor liz getting crap from Lynlea. I swear she's gonna hear from me on Monday, because I'm Hulk Smash angry, and colby is not a fun person when Hulk Smash angry. Someone will feel my wrath on Monday and you can count on that. If you see me in the office on Monday (besides my schedual change) then you'll know that someone felt it.  Well, I'm dona having bad times. Write me back if you wish now people. Lata!  Spinning Out Of Control, Colby &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112913518429151813?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112913518429151813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112913518429151813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112913518429151813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112913518429151813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-do-people-suck-so-much.html' title='Why do people suck so much?'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112906660407101693</id><published>2005-10-11T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:36:44.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey! Hey!..OVER HERE!!</title><content type='html'>Well it wasn't a good day...but it sure wasn't a bad day. If I've learnd anything today its that the mofo's at the mcdonalds in Monteagle dont take the pickles off the bugers when you ask them to! *makes mean face at any mcdonalds worker that may be reading*   I listen to the new stuff on the new All-American Rejects CD and give or a tack a few songs they seem to be a lot happier now says days than they was back when their old CD came out. And while &amp;quot;It Ends Tonight&amp;quot; may be tied with 2 other songs for song of the month I gotta say I liked the sadder stuff from the old CD..Hey it's not that I'm some crazy person here that disowns any happy song I hear but lets face it the world needs depressing stuff for those depressing days and the last AAR CD filled that void really really well...So while I DO like the new one I just gotta say Happier AAR=Not as good as last one CD. *Steps off soap box*  Somethings up with my cell cause when I try to call Bethany on it it calls some woman who I'm sure by now is sick of hearing me swear that I dialed the right number but somehow call the wrong one. Apparently I need to add that area code in for it to work. Or I could just say that if anyone wants to talk to me they can call me theirselves. And you should know the number, if not E-mail me I'll be more than happy to give it to you.   Anywho....I'm going to go draw a liger...build someone a cake...or run for president..or heck maybe I'll go feed Tina some ham...you know?..Work on my skills.   And just keep inmind, if your drinking 1% milk cause you think your fat odds are you could drink whole if you wanted to.   The only kid in his house with a mustache  Chuck &amp;quot;flippin&amp;quot; Conry  PS: VOTE FOR PEDRO  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112906660407101693?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112906660407101693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112906660407101693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112906660407101693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112906660407101693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey-heyover-here.html' title='Hey! Hey!..OVER HERE!!'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112904837427900577</id><published>2005-10-11T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T09:32:54.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little buddy returns</title><content type='html'>We started hearing strange noises about three months ago. Darkness initiated the chirping, clicking sounds. Within a few weeks I had convinced our house members that the unusual sound came from some giant locust.  This explanation did not settle well and the mystery of the sound's origin intensified.  Curiosity won. As we were drifting off to sleep one night it came. We jumped out of bed and ran outside. Finally, an answer came about fifteen feet above our gaze. It was a bat. A huge bat. I've seen small brown bats before and they are of no comparison to this. His (yes, I decided it was a boy) wing span is about two feet. His underbelly a light grey almost white.  The online search then began. Apparently there are endangered silver bats in this area that match our little buddy in description. They are endangered because humans are entering their caves, disturbing their hybernation cycles and taking over their habitat. After acquiring minimal knowledge on bats we decided to build a bat house in hopes that he would stick around.  Night after night he came. Ourdreams of him homesteading became realized and then vanquished one evening. We were sneaking around the yard doing our bat watch when I found him hanging in a backyard tree. I was amazed. He was almost as big as our twenty pound manx and glowing white in the moonlight.  I tip-toe-ran and whisper-screamed, 'hurry, come look, he's right here'. We cautiously approached through the east gate. There he was peacefully hanging. We ooooed and awed in astonishment. Our bodies shook in revelation of this magnificent creature and the instinctual (yet unfounded) fright of a giant bat.  The excitement and natural beauty nearly moved me to tears. We looked and pointed and whispered and giggled. And thenthundering laughter shattered our new found glory. It was not a bat hanging in our tree but a shopping bag caught on a limb from some crazy wind storm.  Every night he returned. We watched his flight through the back fields scooping up insects. It soon became ritual to await his evening call before drifting off to sleep. Then one night we heard gunshots. Two. Close. Days past and no sign or sound of little buddy. I found myself cussing our 'redneck, uneducated and hateful' nieghbors. I daydreamed of knowing the culprit and arresting them for killing an endangered animal.  Alas, all is well. Little buddy has returned. Realistically he probably never left. It isn't truly dark until eleven or so and the heat is intense this time of year. He may be flying later in the night or hunting closer to his nest. We haven't built the bat house, but it is on our to do list. Maybe I should bag the math degree and start an animal refuge.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112904837427900577?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112904837427900577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112904837427900577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112904837427900577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112904837427900577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/little-buddy-returns.html' title='Little buddy returns'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112898038596971245</id><published>2005-10-10T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:39:46.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South Florida Barbie</title><content type='html'>Since I'm far too sleepy to post anything exciting, I figured I'd post a link to an older post of mine. For whatever reason, a decent amount of search engine traffic I get is from people looking for the South Florida Barbie joke.  So here it is: South Florida Barbie Dolls (originally posted on July 28th).  Oh and Happy Birthday to David in Boca. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112898038596971245?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112898038596971245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112898038596971245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112898038596971245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112898038596971245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/south-florida-barbie.html' title='South Florida Barbie'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112896254862129692</id><published>2005-10-10T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:42:34.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kicked outa burger king</title><content type='html'>well...me and ben went to burger king to eat today...for the 3rd time...and got kicked out for disturbing the employees...it was awesome...and we almost made $20....but we gave the money back...haha...well this whole blog is pretty much about us being stupid...its awesome...lol...like the piss the white ppl off on main game....lmao..right ben?...well...now those are sum stories ur gunna have to ask us about...whew...those never get old...haha...good times...good times...and btw its a dollar to hug the black man....haha....well thats all for now...laterz &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112896254862129692?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112896254862129692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112896254862129692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112896254862129692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112896254862129692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/kicked-outa-burger-king.html' title='kicked outa burger king'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112889436150844721</id><published>2005-10-09T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T14:46:01.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>timing</title><content type='html'>  But I don't think it's about timing as much as it is about how much you are into this person or how much this person is into you. If you are head over heels with this person, you would make it work even if it's at the wrong time, and vice versa.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112889436150844721?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112889436150844721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112889436150844721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112889436150844721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112889436150844721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/timing.html' title='timing'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112880785574264736</id><published>2005-10-08T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T14:44:15.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday tips</title><content type='html'> What a nice surprise that I got this book at 6.99 Pounds today! The Works always has some fair and good quality books. But a worst part for today was that I carried those books for a whole day! since the post office was closed on Sunday. I was thinking to post them to HKstraight after I moved them from the bookstore.   A nother nice surprise was that I found BeneFit at Debenhams today, just when I was waiting bus to Churchill's Grave. So if let me suggest, Oxford's shopping centre should neither be WestGate nor Clarenton. DebenHams is just standing in the corner of Broad Street, this chain shopping centre is as familiar to people as Starbucks, you could expect what brand it has before even enter it. I still remember I got my last Dr. Feelgood of BeneFit from Bristol's DebenHams and I got my first Alessi's coffee maker at London's DebenHams. For those who might have interests, BeneFit has a new(maybe new) product called HollyWoodGlo which could reallyinsprise a finish looking by adding sparkling sexygolden shimmers.   A new week will start soon. Here ismy dicussion question for next week, any of you can share with me some of your thoughts?  &amp;quot;The Olympics for 2008 are scheduled for China and for 2012 for London. Help plan a conference on the impact of the Olympics on communications policy, with special attention on how to think of this in China. Look at past impacts, but based on that think of how shape a discourse about this (for an event to be held in 2006-2007). Who are potential scholars, what are potent subjects, what research should be done? What stake do British interests have in this and how should they start thinking about the Olympics and communications policy and structure.&amp;quot; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112880785574264736?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112880785574264736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112880785574264736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112880785574264736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112880785574264736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/sunday-tips.html' title='Sunday tips'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112878894791280461</id><published>2005-10-08T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T09:29:08.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>misc</title><content type='html'>I realy hope frank isnt the only one reading my blogs if so i thank you frank. Then i say &amp;quot;fookers who are on my contact list god d**n it i look at you spaces and you dont even fooking look at mine that is just rude&amp;quot;. God i hate sensorship &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112878894791280461?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112878894791280461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112878894791280461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112878894791280461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112878894791280461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/misc.html' title='misc'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112870366969147063</id><published>2005-10-07T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T09:47:49.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistletoe is deadly if you eat it...</title><content type='html'> Well we decided to put painting the living room off until tonight after Ellyanna goes to sleep. We decided we just couldn't deal with trying to keep her away from the walls. So we have had a totally lazy Sunday afternoon. I've read the paper, watched a couple of movies (Batman Returns (this blog title only makes since to those who have seen and love this movie) and The Saint), and just flat out did as little as possible.    Started reading The Diary of Anne Frank last night, and I was utterly spellbound by how well written the book is considering that it was written by a girl between the ages of 13 - 15. Nothing against any of you out there in that age range I know there are talented people of all shapes, sizes, and ages, but when I read this as a teenager I wasn't nearly as astounded. The primary thing that I remembered from both reading the book and seeing the stage adaptation called The Hiding Place were the strained relationshipscaused by a large number of people living in a small quarters each fearing for there lives on a daily sometimes hourly basis. One interesting thing that I read was that Anne let her sister Margot read her diary and she inturn read Margot's. Does anyone know if Margot's diary was ever published ? I've done one search already, but I'm going to do a more extensive search later tonight. Let me know if any of you know. Back to the review, I'm about a 100 pages in, and the book has certainly made me feel a great deal of gratitude for the wonderful life that I have. Even though I'm just 1/3'd of the way through, I would like to encourage those who have never read this book to go to your local library or bookstore and pick this one up. So many good books so little time. Take care. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112870366969147063?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112870366969147063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112870366969147063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112870366969147063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112870366969147063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/mistletoe-is-deadly-if-you-eat-it.html' title='Mistletoe is deadly if you eat it...'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112861662982464308</id><published>2005-10-06T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T09:37:09.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night Fever</title><content type='html'> Saturday Night..  I added another log to the fire..I am chilled..and yesss I have a saturday night fever..101 degrees to be exact. My Kidney stone is leaving me with a kidney infection...no question. This leaves me now with no choice but to schedule an appt with the doctor Monday and get antibiotics (sigh).  For a nurse..I certainly hesitate to take meds...or visit the doctor as I should. The moral to this story is simple: Dear Readers..do not do as I do..be smart...go to the doctor when needed...  Good advice..I think I will follow it! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112861662982464308?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112861662982464308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112861662982464308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112861662982464308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112861662982464308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/saturday-night-fever.html' title='Saturday Night Fever'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112852979441694268</id><published>2005-10-05T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T09:29:54.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"New" Nickelback!</title><content type='html'>OK, for quite a while we know, that NB has lost their drummer Nik andgot a new member; Daniel Adair. And now we have the first official pic of the &amp;quot;new look&amp;quot; band! I am sooooo excited! Can't wait for the new album! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112852979441694268?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112852979441694268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112852979441694268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112852979441694268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112852979441694268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-nickelback.html' title='&quot;New&quot; Nickelback!'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112846233857915162</id><published>2005-10-04T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:45:38.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperately Pursuing the Real</title><content type='html'>I am not opposed to anime, fantasy, or fiction in general. I celebrate the human imagination and encourage people to be creative--human invention is one of the few ways to imitate divinity. But beneath the overblown images, the digitally remastered bodies, and the impossible storylines I sense a quiet and subtle dissatisfaction with reality. Again I am not opposed to these kinds of fiction but I feel a tension there.  I suppose I can summarize my feelings this way; &amp;quot;I'm in pursuit of the real.&amp;quot; I want to meet real people. I want real conversation. I want to understand people, and life, our hearts our minds our motivations. Reality is thoroughly interesting to me. My hearts strings resonate with the romantics and the transcendentalists in this regard. And Sim Life is my antithesis.  so as I look out across the expanse of the web and find our ideas of beauty and interest leaning more towards fiction than reality I wander to myself about how we are using our imaginations.Is fantasy serving as an escape from reality? Is fantasy feeding a dissatsifaction with reailty? Is fantasy deceiving us about reality?  Our is aplastic, made-up, superficial world humanly engineeredto titilate rather than captivate, entertain rather than educate, and divert rather than invest. Amidst all of it, I find myself searching not to get beneath some girls clothes, or to get beneath moral laws, to get beneath restrictive fences, or beneath the responsibities ofhumanity, but to get beneath the blanket of vanity that covers it all. Perhaps there is something real to be found underneath. In short, I am desperately pursuing the real.  Do you hear me folks? Is anybody with me on this? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112846233857915162?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112846233857915162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112846233857915162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112846233857915162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112846233857915162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/desperately-pursuing-real.html' title='Desperately Pursuing the Real'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112844439083896329</id><published>2005-10-04T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T09:46:30.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday daddy!</title><content type='html'>Glad to see I'm still on your MSN list, Lan. Lol. And you left such a WONDERFUL comment yesterday..I'm just might spaz on you today. Just to be me. At least I know someone or other (other than michael) is/and/are viewing. That's good for business. Anyway. TODAY'S MY DAD'S B-DAY. He turns 42. He's old. The only things older than my dad: Wal-Mart, Dirt, and the Slurpie. *bows*good. He's a Leo. Leo's rock. But I wouldn't date one. No offence to em, but they have horrible tempers. Scorpio's do too. That's why we don't mix. ~.o sad thing about me is that I have to date CANCERS or it wont work out. *beats of Cancerian fanboys with a stick* Just because it's my daddy's birthday, I'm going to lay off the dreams for today. But mind, I had a really good one last night. It was about this big race we were in and I bought a new DS game, and then I was magically brought into it where I had to fight off Kirby and Pac Man at the same time. ^^ I thought it was funny. Ohwell. once again, ITS MY DADDYS B-DAY. Which means I might be online for the whole day. Oorrrrrr, we might be going to Outback again. Yummeh. Maybe to -insert MAll where everyone goes everyday- down in -insert important state- Later Lovers!........and michael. XD hahahaha.  -D &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112844439083896329?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112844439083896329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112844439083896329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112844439083896329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112844439083896329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday daddy!'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112837548655413542</id><published>2005-10-03T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T14:38:06.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad, bad me vs. good, good you</title><content type='html'>ok,i've been writing not so good things about myself. nothing new there, lol. but because i hate being so predictable this time i won't be talking about my supposedly horrific life. and i'm not gonna say i'm a poor excuse for a human being...oh, i've just it :P anyways...i guess i just wanna dedicate this to the one person that has made perfectly clear that i have to change my attitude, lol. thank you...you know who you are, i suppose. who else reads my shi* anyways, lol. hum...ok, inspiration has just walked out the door...so i'll just have to make something outta this.  ok, so falling in love wasn't really part of the plan...although i, hum...ok, i admit i have always had a little crush on you but obviously never paid much attention to it cause i never really thought you'd...you know... so talking to you again after so long...it was just...wow...you're just an extraordinary person and who would think that, for once, i would not fall in love with a cold hearted b-i-t-c-h or a wannabe, lol. no offense to all the girls i've loved before...not that they were too many. this time is different...maybe this time i'll actually cry when i realize it was all just an illusion. who knows. there i go again...being so negative is a no-no :x what am i saying, really?ok, i'm in love...i've said it enough times to believe it...and i don't mind if you break my heart cause you'll still beincredible. and i'll still look up to you.i guess it's nice to finally get over that big disappointment in my life. and it's all thanks to you. they should give you a medal just for that.  alright i'll shut up...more shitty thoughts tomorrow i suppose. as for now...i'll just leave you with this... I luv u more than i wanted and expected. i guess life just pays tricks on you, huh?  this is one is just for you T &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112837548655413542?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112837548655413542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112837548655413542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112837548655413542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112837548655413542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/bad-bad-me-vs-good-good-you.html' title='bad, bad me vs. good, good you'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112835783072656688</id><published>2005-10-03T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T09:43:50.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear was missed~!</title><content type='html'>Little naughty Bear always going out for a short walk, or piss... But this morning, he went out just too long, so my boss went out and search for him... Finally, he found him, he was walking on the dried river bed, I saw him after my boss bought him back, he looked really tired. Mmmm what did he do outside so long time? Looking for girlfriend?   My bike's front tyre has been changed by myself today, I've got a new tube and tyre, I can pretty sure that I needed to change both. The tyre is made by hard rubber, it's tough, and hard to be cut or damaged. But the tyre is flatten by leaking air... So I changed both. First I released the front wheel, flatten the whole tube, and pull out the whole tyre. Then inflate the tube a little bit, make it form the shape for easier to push into the tyre rail. After that I released some air, so that I can push the new tyre around the wheel. Finally inflate the tyre until it's hard first, and go to a service station, and inflate the tyre by an air pump with meter until it fits the limit marked on the tyre. This is important because the tyre cannot be under-pumped or over-pumped, they will cause damage of tyre, or using exceededenergy to ride it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112835783072656688?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112835783072656688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112835783072656688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112835783072656688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112835783072656688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/bear-was-missed.html' title='Bear was missed~!'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112828893962673205</id><published>2005-10-02T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T14:35:39.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>Tis. I worked this morning from 6-2:30. It was real busy in Back to School and that was total crap. We had 7 tubs of school stuff that we had to fit out on the shelf. It was physically impossible but the overzealous exec's decided it was. Seeing as they don't have to fit it out, I can see why. It's easier to give orders than to carry them out. Surprise surprise. Plus the place was packed with insane mothers worrying about the price of pencils. Did I mention we were way understaffed for a Sunday. Yeah well, we were. But enough about work.  Kaylee's parents left for New York a while ago. Kaylee is staying the night and and then she blaine and my dad are heading down to South Carolina for college. So I guess their basically married. Their pretty happy. Probably a good sign.  So I've been on a bit of a downer lately. I think I over analyze things. I think and think and think and never act. I wish I would.  Big things happening soon. School and work and friends and fun and studying all collide to form a life to lead. On one hand, school is looking good compared to work, but on the other hand, that will change in a matter of weeks.  So anyway. I'm pretty bored. No one is online right now and I've nothing to do. I was thinking of renting a movie but I don't want to watch Unbreakable alone and therefore, will spend the night eating and making merry or at least playing Halo. Merry was a poor word choice. Perhaps I'll call someone. Except I don't know any phone numbers. I should work on writing them down. I feel like I should be doing something outside cause its so nice out, but there's not too much to do by my lonesome. Cribbage? What is that even? I could mow the lawn, but that's just stupid. So....Ok bye. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112828893962673205?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112828893962673205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112828893962673205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112828893962673205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112828893962673205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/beautiful-sunday-afternoon.html' title='Beautiful Sunday Afternoon'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112827069157232842</id><published>2005-10-02T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T09:31:31.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Cat~</title><content type='html'>Well tonight is a funny night because when I was on duty @ frontdesk... suddenly I found a small little kitty right around me..... yeah HANGING AROUND me.... hehehe... so i just ran up and got some milk for it.... god it's so skinny &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;;;;  it's so funny that everyone keeps asking me &amp;quot;is it your cat? is it your cat?&amp;quot; hahahhaha~ I wish I could keep it but I just can't... SIGH.... I hope when I graduate and move out from I-House, I can keep a big dog like the one I had during childhood in Indo.... &amp;quot;Ah Man&amp;quot; I miss you so much I feel so sad I can't come back when you passed away....   &amp;quot;Ah Man&amp;quot; was a very very handsome dog and protected me when I get scared with those other hyperactive ones.... If I don't trained it to pick up stones and stuffs it would mistaking a glass cup and die..........................   Anyway back to the topic...now other frontdesk workers and me put some milk and kitty food for it to eat...(it's from Wawa, soamazing there is kitty canfood in convenient store, USAis kinda weird in thissense)it looks so familiar with the place and it's sitting right outside the banch now... Hahahaha... I hope it's some resident's lost cat because it probably gonna die if it goes out from I-House.....  I hope it can go back to it's master's place.... god bless...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112827069157232842?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112827069157232842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112827069157232842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112827069157232842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112827069157232842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/street-cat.html' title='Street Cat~'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112820310270673271</id><published>2005-10-01T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T14:45:02.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day after yesterday</title><content type='html'>I'm Back ...   today morning .. my plan got busted cuz i went Time Square with my family ... then Sungai Wag .. reached home at late afternoon ... pretty tired...   Time Square (my 1st time visit) ... kinda cool at place ... and then one thing have to mention is that price (of clothing) in Time Square .. is extremely ... EXPENSIVE ... even now is the so called Mega Sale period ...    In the everning .. watch the final series of reality show ' who wants to marry my dad' ...   have to continue my studies (on social accounting) and is damn boring on the text .. but still have to read the text as well as the articles ..   still unable to find any info for my assignments ... getting very frustration ..   today i watched a drama (drama that i chasing each week .. One tree hill) ... today's story have some sad moments ... but it also have some wonderful moments such as friends helping each others .. it makes me felt that frens always there .. when u need them to listern or even back u up in all aspect .. guess in my life .. do have some pals really help me a lots ...   recently i found one very nice pal ... this pal able to talk to me, jokes with me, share with me and listern to me ..   Guess frens really important in my life (my opinion) apart from my family andmy future special one .. (still can'tfind one)     is getting late .. now ..   going to sign off ..   Jay T signed off now ..     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112820310270673271?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112820310270673271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112820310270673271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112820310270673271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112820310270673271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-after-yesterday.html' title='Day after yesterday'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112818467118080490</id><published>2005-10-01T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T09:37:51.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JC Whitney</title><content type='html'>JC Whitney  Yes! You can save money by ordering car parts online.  You know those funky pop-up headlights that you find on some of the older sports coupes like the Pontiac Fiero? They might be a little tough to find today if you are just searching the local auto parts store. Even the local parts ranch may not have one of these spunky little cars.   So, where else do you go?   The Internet.  You can save money by ordering your car parts online  not to mention the time spent kicking tires and chewing the fat with Barney, the local junk car collector down at the auto wreckers. Buying your car parts online has a few advantages you arent likely going to find when you travel the countryside looking for those headlights.  Saving money  bottom line  Since these major online parts dealers cater to the entire country, continent, or even the world, chances are their ability to buy parts in bulk quantities give them an advantage over your local auto parts dealer. Instead of buying 10,000 signal light fuses for a Chrysler New Yorker, the local guy only has one or two kicking around in the back. Any time larger companies can purchase large volumes of product, the price is sure to go down  and that price savings is passed on to the consumer.  Along the same lines, since the major online dealers are selling those 10,000 fuses and still making money, they dont necessarily need to make as much as the local parts dealer because they are volume selling. The markup is lower, but they are still making a significant profit when selling so many items.  You are searching a huge database for the right part  Online parts locators for both new and used cars, like JC Whitney can save to huge amounts of time and effort by providing you with a number of great avenues to get parts. Most makes and models can be sourced through websites like JC Whitney, and the parts you have been looking for, can finally be found. Convenience always saves time, and money  When you have everything at your fingertips  literally- then you dont have to spend the time searching high and low for exactly the part you need. Most online sites, like JC Whitney have a lead on car parts for most autos, past and present.   Plus, many of the online sites have customer service representatives that can help you source out the parts you need, and can try to answer questions you might have about the auto part you need, or the vehicle you are working on. In addition, larger sites will offer a catalogue that you can order or download that makes the entire process even easier.   Gone are the days of going from auto wrecker to auto wrecker and making time consuming and expensive long distance phone calls across the country looking for the auto part you need. Plus, you could pay quite a bit more if you try and source the part out at your local auto parts retailed  mainly because they dont deal in the same volume as the online auto parts retailer. For more information or to save money on low cost auto parts, please visithttp://www.complete-online-catalog.com/jcwhitney/ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112818467118080490?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112818467118080490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112818467118080490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112818467118080490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112818467118080490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/jc-whitney.html' title='JC Whitney'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112811664053508652</id><published>2005-09-30T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:44:00.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal-Mart Update #3 of ...</title><content type='html'>So ... Jenn goes to Wal-Mart last night to watch the video and see if anyone did, in fact, change her oil. She took her cousin, Jason, who is a certified mechanic for Alexander Ford in M'boro with her so he can check it out. They sit there for 40 minutes watching a car get checked out and the whole time Jenn's telling them it's not her car. It's not even in the right bay. I'm not in the video either and she tells them that I was taken out to look at the car before the oil was supposedly changed ...   To make a long story short, they have her the money back for the job and she has to go back Wendsday to watch another video that will supposedly be of her car. Although, they did see that the other car that was being worked on didn't even get the oil changed, and that's basically all Wal-Mart does. Interesting. Anyways, as she was getting her money back, the cashiers at the service desk asked her what was going on. After telling them, their reply was, &amp;quot;We actually get that alot.&amp;quot;  Anywho, I'm not in the mood to discuss this further, so we'll just see how they screw us come Wendsday. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112811664053508652?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112811664053508652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112811664053508652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112811664053508652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112811664053508652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/wal-mart-update-3-of.html' title='Wal-Mart Update #3 of ...'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112809799427184714</id><published>2005-09-30T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T09:33:14.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zaterdag Vrije Dag</title><content type='html'>Owwwww wat heerluk!!! Ik werd vanochtend wakker met t gevoel van ow ik moet werken he bluhhh...maar dat hoefde dus niet want ik heb natoerluk vrij...owww wat was dat heerlukkk!  Egt geweldig!  Keb t gevoel alsof ik zeeen van tijd over heb joh :D Hahahaha!  Mar ja aan de andere kant...wat ga ik in hemelsnaam doen de hele dag terwijl iedereen werkt? Hmmmz. Das weer Balen!  Ook nie egt eerluk om t hier neertezetten dat ik vrij ben...is natoerluk voor de andere die wel werken nie sjow leuk. Maar ieder zijn tijd! Ieder heeft vrij op zijn of haar tijd :D Nu is kennie aan de beurt :D HIHI  T is trouwens nog maar 5 nachies slapen voordat ik op vakantie ga...woejjjj Jippieeee!  Maandag krijg ik de koffer dus dan kan ik gaan inpakken.  Maar nu eerst moet ik gaan oipruimen in mijn kamer bluhhhhhh :(  Want afgelopen week had ik daar geen zin in en had ik t te druk met shoppen enzo. Was wel kewl trouwens. Kiek de foto's maar :D  T is je miss wel opgevallen dat mijn spacie er anders uit ziet :D Kennie Trits hihi. Ik vond m namelijk saai geworden en nie so boeiend dus kennie heeft het 1 en ander erop gezet en speciaal daarvoor nieuwe foto's gemaakt :D   Hippie Powerrrrrrrr :P  Ben er nog nie helemaal tevree mee maar ach we zien wel he :D  Zoals ik al zei t is opruimen geblazen dit weekend...ga t lekker rustig aan doen...tv kijken tussen door...je kent dat wel :P  En dan van de week betje inpakken...maandag naar nina ff afscheid nemen en bijbabbelen :D En dan ook nog van de rest ff afscheid nemen...ja t is maar 10 daagjes maar tog hihi :D  Owja keb smsje gehad van sjullieeeee uit turkije en een smsje van dodo uit ruwanda :D Kewlll heay!!  Nou dit was t weer...ik ga ff opstarten met t schoonmaken van mijn kamer :)  Adiossos :D &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112809799427184714?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112809799427184714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112809799427184714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112809799427184714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112809799427184714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/zaterdag-vrije-dag.html' title='Zaterdag Vrije Dag'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112802937906496735</id><published>2005-09-29T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:29:39.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired! But about last night..</title><content type='html'>I just woke up from a nap I took because I didn't get a whole ton of sleep last night. It was Freddie's 21st Birthday party last night and there were tons of people, a ton of which I had no clue who they were. Throughout the night though, I knew almost all of them though. The people we talked to most would have had to have been Alyssa, Monica, Ashley, and Cody. I guess you could say we talked to Tyler a bit, but he got drunk out of his mind and ended up having to go inside the house cuz he was throwing up. I'm sure he's still feelin it right now. This little kid Austin was insane and would chase the people and run around and give you hugs. He loved dancing. Richie was DJing and when &amp;quot;here without you&amp;quot; came on Sara danced with Andy. Ah..one of the best parts was when Becca got Freddie with cake. Freddie finally got Becca, dragged her over to the cake and shoved her face straight down in the middle of the cake. It was everywhere (on her face that is:D) the cake was ruined, but you know what? Cake is meant to be thrown:D. Joseph fell asleep early in the party and it was SO cute. Two cats cuddled up on him. At 3:30 we were outside by the fire tryin to keep warm. Cody was telling stories. We got up and went to bed. I didn't get to bed til 4. It was really fun though:). &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112802937906496735?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112802937906496735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112802937906496735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112802937906496735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112802937906496735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-tired-but-about-last-night.html' title='I&apos;m tired! But about last night..'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112801214908451850</id><published>2005-09-29T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:42:29.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Will Become Silhouettes</title><content type='html'> I've got a cupboard with cans of food, filteredwater, and pictures of you and I'm not comingout until this is all overand I'm looking through the glass where thelight bends at the cracks and I'm screamingat the top of my lungs pretending the echoesbelong to someone I usedto knowand we become silhouettes when our bodiesfinally goI wanted to walk though the empty streetsand feel something constant under my feet,but all the news reports recommended thatI stay indoorsbecause the air outside will make our cellsdivide at an alarming rate until our shellssimply cannot hold all our insides in, andthat's when we'll explode (and it won't be apretty sight)and we'll become silhouettes when our bodiesfinally go &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112801214908451850?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112801214908451850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112801214908451850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112801214908451850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112801214908451850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-will-become-silhouettes.html' title='We Will Become Silhouettes'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112794371990274860</id><published>2005-09-28T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:41:59.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany attacks US on Iran threat</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Mr Schroeder directly challenged Mr Bush's comment that &amp;quot;all options are on the table&amp;quot; over the Iran crisis. &amp;quot;Let's take the military option off the table. We have seen it doesn't work,&amp;quot; Mr Schroeder told Social Democrats at the rally in Hanover, to rapturous applause from the crowd. &amp;quot;Yeah!! Dam, right! Cause what did the military option get us in Afghanistan, aside from busting up Alqita training camps? What did it get us in Iraq, except removing a cruel dictator and installing a new democratic government?.......wait a minute.....maybe the military option does work sometimes.Not that I'm a fan of war, but sometimes there are things worth fighting for.  http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/4149090.stm    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112794371990274860?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112794371990274860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112794371990274860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112794371990274860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112794371990274860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/germany-attacks-us-on-iran-threat.html' title='Germany attacks US on Iran threat'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112792603830621509</id><published>2005-09-28T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:47:18.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>background-</title><content type='html'>like everyone had this background....but idc..usually i try to do something diff. than everyone..but dont want summer to end...so I have flip flops as my background :)  *Dont Let Summer Slip Away! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112792603830621509?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112792603830621509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112792603830621509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112792603830621509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112792603830621509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/background.html' title='background-'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112785693761702378</id><published>2005-09-27T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T14:35:37.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRASIL 4 X 1 ARGENTINA! CAMPEAO!</title><content type='html'>   O BRASIL BATEU A ARGENTINA DE 4 a 1! QUE COISA LINDA!   &gt;From the Associated Press!   FRANKFURT, Germany (AP) - Just three weeks ago, Argentina overwhelmed Brazil 3-1 in Buenos Aires, gaining the Argentines a berth in next year's World Cup in Germany. The loss means the defending World Cup champions still need one more victory to guarantee qualifying. Does anyone doubt they will after they routed Argentina 4-1 on Wednesday in the final of the Confederations Cup, an eight-team prelude to next year's World Cup.  &amp;quot;It's very painful,&amp;quot; said Argentine coach Jose Pekerman, a former youth coach who nurtured most of the squad through the junior ranks. &amp;quot;We can't deny it. They deserved to win.&amp;quot; Adding to the embarrassment, by the end the 45,591 sellout at the Waldstadion was shouting &amp;quot;Ole&amp;quot; each time Brazil started one of its slick passing movements. &amp;quot;We didn't produce today, but it's not the end of the world,&amp;quot; Pekerman said. &amp;quot;We're still trying to find our best lineup.&amp;quot; It was the latest contest in the fierce rivalry between the powerhouses for soccer supremacy in South America. FIFA, the governing body of world soccer, says the record between the two is even with 34 wins apiece, and 22 draws. Argentina was the only team in the world with the edge on Brazil For the Argentines, defeat not only hurt their pride but also means they haven't won a major trophy for 12 years. They did win gold at last year's Olympic Games. Argentina had one fewer day to rest than Brazil. Argentina took on the defending world champions without striker Javier Saviola, who was suspended. Emerging star Carlos Tevez came on as a late substitute. In its first appearance at the Confederations Cup since it was expanded to eight teams, Argentina recorded two wins and a draw in the group stage before edging Mexico in a semifinal penalty shootout on Sunday. Argentina won 6-5 after a 1-1 draw through 120 minutes.      NOTHING BETTER THAN BRASIL BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF ARGENTINA! WE WILL QUALIFY FOR THE WORLD CUP AND WE WILL WIN IT AGAIN! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112785693761702378?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112785693761702378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112785693761702378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112785693761702378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112785693761702378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/brasil-4-x-1-argentina-campeao.html' title='BRASIL 4 X 1 ARGENTINA! CAMPEAO!'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112783904915728541</id><published>2005-09-27T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T09:37:29.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day</title><content type='html'>I am just discovering everything about MySpace! I feel like I'm organized, even though this has nothing to do with organization. But it is totally interesting. Anyway today has been such a boring day!!!!! I got so0o0o mad... I hate RELIGIOUS PEOPLE...It's just so wrong man!! Anyway I can't even go to church tonight.. Like I have to pack for the camp.. That I am so0o excited about!!! I would pack tomorrow and be the normal procrastinator that I am BUT! I have an Ensayo and then I'm sleeping over Vega Baja at a beach house wo0o0o0o... so I am not coming back to Bayamon for a while. Well yeah... Life Goes On!!!!!!1111111111 Amy Michelle Lozano Negron... my name is like eternal i just discovered a few weeks ago.. but i don't remember the rest.. so0o yeah i'll leave u with the basic!  PeAcE Out!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112783904915728541?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112783904915728541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112783904915728541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112783904915728541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112783904915728541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-day.html' title='The First Day'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112777039257598434</id><published>2005-09-26T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T14:33:12.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>did not go to school today cause report card day.so get to sleep longer.lol..nth much to blog about.had basketball training yesterday and the training was harder than when we prepared for mssd.s'more yesterday's whether damn hot.we ran 3 rounds of 'suicide run' and two more rounds of something like the suicide running.damn tiring.but good training for games like basketball and futsal.hehe...next week trining would be even harder i think.cause coach says we wil go for the hard trining and yesterday was only basics.  gonna work tomorrow.yes!get to earn some money.i've decided to save as much money as i can.duno y also.suddenly wana save money.and on sunday,going to orphanage.its gonna be great.  currently reading chapter 7 of the harry potter and the half blood prince.i know im reading very slow.what to do.no time to read.  oh i forgot,this week is mocks exam in tuition.i know i did very badly.dnt study at all.dun ave enough time to finish maths paper.next week left sejarah and eng paper.teacher said sejarah paper is easy...hope so la... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112777039257598434?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112777039257598434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112777039257598434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112777039257598434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112777039257598434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_26.html' title='....'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112775270684013806</id><published>2005-09-26T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T09:38:26.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>Well tomorrow I am off to the land of the untame. People will be getting wasted while I sit back and watch. Last year I attended the same camping trip with Nick and it was great fun, at certain times I fear that a drunk man was going to kill me but, it turned out to be a fun weekend. Well if I am to die on this trip you all can fight over my possessions, my cell phone goes to my brother, along with my bike. My Micky mouse flash light can go to Bill. thank you &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112775270684013806?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112775270684013806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112775270684013806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112775270684013806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112775270684013806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112768466089361717</id><published>2005-09-25T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T14:44:20.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early morning rising...</title><content type='html'> Early morning...well not so early...anyways its a sunny yet chilly morning here in newcastle...and well I'm not much in the mood for anything but will force myself to be constructive and do something else but sit on my arse and do nothing...  Had my wisom teeth removed during the week so does that make me any less than wiser than those who still have theres???? Don't know...huh!!   Well don't have much else to say so I'll be off...  &amp;quot;Revenge may be wrong but it is fun&amp;quot;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112768466089361717?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112768466089361717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112768466089361717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112768466089361717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112768466089361717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/early-morning-rising.html' title='Early morning rising...'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112766677946838578</id><published>2005-09-25T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T09:46:19.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Etiquette Class</title><content type='html'>During an etiquette class, the teacher says to her students:   &amp;quot;If you were courting a well-educated young woman from a prominent family, and during a dinner for two you needed to go to the washroom, what would you say to her?&amp;quot;  Mike replies, &amp;quot;Wait a minute, I'm going for a pee.&amp;quot;   The teacher says, &amp;quot;That would be very rude and improper on your part.&amp;quot;   Johnny replies, &amp;quot;I'm sorry, I need to go to the toilet, I'll be back in a minute.&amp;quot;   The teacher says, &amp;quot;That's much better, but to mention the word 'toilet' during a meal is unpleasant.&amp;quot;   Charlie says, &amp;quot;My dear, please excuse me for a moment. I have to go shake hands with a personal friend whom I hope to be able to introduce to you after dinner.&amp;quot;  And so, the teacher passes out.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112766677946838578?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112766677946838578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112766677946838578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112766677946838578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112766677946838578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/etiquette-class.html' title='Etiquette Class'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112759386721289630</id><published>2005-09-24T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T13:31:07.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>10,10 ,.  .......  .... .....  ...  ....  ..  *!.. * ,...  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K K aaaaaaaK K K          **.........side effect......  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112759386721289630?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112759386721289630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112759386721289630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112759386721289630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112759386721289630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112757655358918990</id><published>2005-09-24T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T08:42:33.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey hey what up</title><content type='html'>some of my favorite jamz  &amp;quot;Love Me For Me&amp;quot; by Ashlee SimpsonIt's been three daysYou come around here like you know meYour stuff at my placeNext thing you know, you'll be using my toothpasteStep up, sit down Get ready, let me tell you who's the boss nowStay here, get outEverytime i turn around you're in my faceDon't care where you think you've been, and how you're getting over If you think you've got me downJust wait it gets much colderHere I am, As perfect as i'm ever gonna beYou'll see Love me for meStick around, I'm not the kinda girl you wanna leaveYou'll see Love me for meShut up, come backNo I didn't really mean to say thatI'm mixed up, so whatYea you want me so you're messed up tooI love you, I hate youIf you only knew what i've been throughMy head is spinnin' But my heart is in the right placeSometimes it has to have it's self a little earthquakeHere I am, As perfect as i'm ever gonna beYou'll see Love me for meStick around, I'm not the kinda girl you wanna leaveYou'll see Love me for meI've been waiting all my lifeTo finally find youJust so i can push you away And when youre crawlin over broken glass to get to meThat's when i'll let you stayOh, here I amAs perfect as i'm ever gonna beYou'll see Love me for meStick around, I'm not the kinda girl you wanna leaveYou'll see Love me for meLove me for meWhoa, here I amAs perfect as i'm ever gonna beYou'll see Love me for meStick around, I'm not the kinda girl you wanna leaveYou'll see Love me for me &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112757655358918990?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112757655358918990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112757655358918990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112757655358918990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112757655358918990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey-hey-what-up.html' title='hey hey what up'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112750827739137174</id><published>2005-09-23T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:44:37.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First entry!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I'm obviously making this my first entry! Mostly because I am bored, but I think it will help get a few of us in touch! So I'm at Emilys right now and she is asleep, she is still 9 years old, haha no jk (You know I have to make fun of your Emily-I still love ya!) She is tired and so am I. I should be in bed too, but getting on the internet seems like my nightly ritual now, there are just things I have to do before I go to bed. I worked at Sears tonight, and it was realllly boring..no one in the shoe section I did get to help this one older lady though who had trouble finding shoes because of her swollen feet..I know it sounds gross but it's when I get to help people like that when I most like my job! Well, that's about all I have been up to. I'll be sure and let you know if my life gets more interesting, until then, God Bless! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112750827739137174?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112750827739137174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112750827739137174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112750827739137174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112750827739137174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-entry.html' title='First entry!'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112749045321859643</id><published>2005-09-23T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T08:47:33.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whaaaat</title><content type='html'>yeaaaa so weekend finally. got some SLEEP. friday went to see the cinderella man with hei lok alex and ryan... was a pretty good movie. INTENSE, right? final fight was crazyyyy. alex got a new fossil watch... after losing his wallet + alotta money / cards in it. DONT GET IT, but ok ;p. i was pretty stoned out looking...dunno why, but i was reaaaally tired. other than that havent done much.. gotta do some hw for history, and i got a shirt today. thasss all &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112749045321859643?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112749045321859643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112749045321859643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112749045321859643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112749045321859643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/whaaaat.html' title='whaaaat'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112742170911208553</id><published>2005-09-22T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T13:41:49.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rag Doll</title><content type='html'> Milky White Blind eyes, hounded by the violent atrocities filtered crossed skin. Closed, shut out, burning scars char skyward voicing death silent peace. Old aching hand screaming out for knowledge, knowledge that they are not misplaced, forgotten, alone. Air tastes soiled of chemical pollution Tar filled lungs struggling for just one more breath. Blood stained lips gasp longing for a final kiss only deaths touch carries, leaving the darkness behind opening lights warm clasp, not all kisses lead to lights door step, torment is just a beginning for my soul. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112742170911208553?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112742170911208553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112742170911208553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112742170911208553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112742170911208553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/rag-doll.html' title='Rag Doll'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112740379086225890</id><published>2005-09-22T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T08:43:10.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>august 15</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i went to the mall with my sister b4 i had to go to the dentist and i saw ANDREA and KAYLA!! after the mall i went to my appt. and i got lost on minn. ave. it was really funny, b/c i kept driving past my turn trying to find it... my dentist appt. went good NO CAVITIES! but i hate the dentist more than anything... after that i went home and then to kerstens. me and kersten went and bought pizzas at sunshine b/c her mom didn't buy the kind we liked... while the oven was heating up for the pizza we noticed it was really bright on the inside so we opened it up and there was a fry on fire in there... we just were like looking for something to take it out with and not hurrying at all... then when kerst finally got it out she just kinda waved it around b4 she threw into the sink! it was hillarious but then the house stunk like smoke. last night we were going to sleep in her yard but then we didn't want the sprinklers to turn on on us... we laid in her yard for a while and then decided to go to bed b/c we had to get up at 7 this morning!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112740379086225890?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112740379086225890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112740379086225890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112740379086225890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112740379086225890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/august-15.html' title='august 15'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112733538194375086</id><published>2005-09-21T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:43:01.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HeY HeY</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody i am new at this so i am juist messing with it! You gotta see my photo album of my cute adoraboe dogs i have a German Shepard Radar who is 10, and Begal Bandit who is 12 , and my bro's dogwho is over at my house all the time is a Rott named Pabst who is just over a year.....and I know what you are all thinkin.......'a rott oh my gosh they are really visious dogs' but peopl it all depends on the owner my baby pabst has been around little kids who wer elik 7 and loved them all he lives for is fetch witht he tennis ball becuase of the way we raised him but you all shoudl really consider gettin a rott for your next dog becuase they are awesome! but you have to remeber if you arent goin to disaplin them you shouldnt have them it isrotts that dont get disapled by their owners that end up on the 5-o-klock news showing themseverly injurina 4 year old. but honestly people my dogs are nothin more then big fluffy stuffed animals they are just so hugable they wouldnt hurt a fly maybe a bone but not a fly! So any ways i'll post agin later talk to ya all later take care and love ya all BYE! :) By the way ((for the people who might have dozzed off durin that whole story)) there are pics of my dogs on my photo album!!! :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112733538194375086?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112733538194375086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112733538194375086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112733538194375086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112733538194375086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey-hey.html' title='HeY HeY'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112731747327576630</id><published>2005-09-21T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T08:44:33.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nnneato</title><content type='html'>Hey there! Well this is my first entry on this whole msn thing! But it sounded fun so I decided I'd check it out. I don't know how much I'll write in this one. But hey, you can always check out my xanga! www.xanga.com/gome08 go there! It'll be oodles and oodles of fun!! I promise!! Well see you laterI suppose!!  love - Jessica! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112731747327576630?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112731747327576630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112731747327576630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112731747327576630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112731747327576630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/nnneato.html' title='nnneato'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112724847018270408</id><published>2005-09-20T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T13:34:30.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8   JUMP!</title><content type='html'> 9.00 .   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(=&amp;quot;=    ) :   (    -*- / !!)  :    670 .          !!!       - -    10   -*-     (  -*-)     ^ ^!!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112724847018270408?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112724847018270408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112724847018270408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112724847018270408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112724847018270408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/8-jump.html' title='8   JUMP!'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112723047885683125</id><published>2005-09-20T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T08:34:38.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'> The Fourth of July weekend was great. This timewe went to Huntington Library,which I haven't been to in quite a long time, maybe 10 years.I liked the vastness of the property, lots of green, beautiful gardens (especially Japanese bonsai garden...it's very...zen!) and Huntington's collections of artworks.  Finally got to seepandas and koala bears and polar bears...Maybe it was hot down in San Diego, those animals were too lazy to get up and move around for the tourists. All I have got on camera was cute little furry koalas curled up in sleep.I also missed the shot at a female gorilla and the alpha male in the fornicating position (dammmn), otherwise it would have been shown below.   I got tosmellthePacific Oceanagain when we went beachin' by the Hotel del Coronado. Beautiful building...the design reminded me of the Grand Hotel in UP Michigan. Marilyn Monroe was there for a scene in Some Like It Hot, which I have yet to see.   Speaking of San Diego.... on the way we passed by La Jolla, a.k.a place for rich people, and also my dream place to be... and Pfizer, you need someone like me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112723047885683125?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112723047885683125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112723047885683125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112723047885683125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112723047885683125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112714404772174337</id><published>2005-09-19T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T08:34:07.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Father</title><content type='html'> My dad just told me something that I've needed to hear for a long time. He told me that he was proud of me because of my responsibility and because of my hard work and independence. It made me want to cry. Maybe because it had taken him this long to tell me these things, or maybe because he finally did, probably a little bit of both. Either way...I was crushed and touched. I'm not sure how I should feel. I've always wanted to make my father proud. However, I wasn't good at or enjoyed the things that he and my older brother did. I've always felt like Aaron was his favorite son, because he did everything right. He said all the right things at exactly the right time and he could do a lot of the things that my father can and they shared a passion, a passion that I didn't have. I spent hours trying to learn how to wire a simple electrical socket, even though I hated it, just so that I would have done something to make my father proud of me. I wanted to be worth something in his eyes. However, Aaron was always outdoing me because he was and will always be better at those things. So, after a while I gave in and gave up. I believed to this day that he would never be proud of me. I work now staining and finishing woodwork. Trim, windows, facing and things of that sort. Now that I'm doing something that my father enjoys and takes interest in and has a passion for...I feel like I'm worth something now to him, and that's wrong. I know that I'm worth something to him in some way...right? It hasn't been until now that I'm doing the things that Aaron could always do that he has finally told me that he was proud of me. So, it hurt. Yet,it was all that I ever wanted in the same breath. It hurt because I had to change who I was to please my father who should love me for who I am. So for anyone who reads this and has children or will have children in the future, remember this one thing; give your children your undivided attention and tell them constantly that you love them and are proud of them, that way there will be no doubt in their mind... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112714404772174337?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112714404772174337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112714404772174337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112714404772174337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112714404772174337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-father.html' title='My Father'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112707554164221569</id><published>2005-09-18T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T13:32:21.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Blog, PLease Read</title><content type='html'>Hi peoples,  Sorry i'm writing again. I'm doing anything to avoid Accounting H/W! But yes. Other than my oral, which is OVER! sorry about the name of last blog, what i meant to say was i'm relaxed and releaved. NOT SAYING HELL IS RELAXING! Just thought to clear that up. Someone wrote a comment and i didn't know who you were but thanks for blogging and you told me to write back but your blog was unavailable.   Well, i finished half of accounting and now i just want to go online. But yes, and i don't want to go to school tomorrow... I watched Australian Idol and Carl is sooooo funny, i love him! wHAT ELSE happened after the blog i just wrote today?   Oh, HOW MUCH I LOVE GUY SEBASTIAN! i wish there were more guy sebastian fans because all the people i know bag him out and i just wish they at least accept him. Like i dont' want those people to love him or even like his music, i just want them to accept him and say he is actually good or ok because he is and i don't think he's a bad singer. HE IS NOT ! HE HAS A BEAUTIFUL VOICE! yeah, that's the only thing bothering me atm because i love guy!    Thought to make it more colourful. well yessssssssssssssssssssssssss nothing to talk about. Thanks again for the beautiful insight of your life oosh its really nice to read your comments... i don't know why i like them so much.  Well can't do anything. Oh! I'm also getting an mp3player/usb! Can't wait, now i have music and files to carry around to tafe and won't have to listen to Joslen talk about crapppppp.. JOKING! she's fine. or is she??? WELL YEAH! i've been always wanting one ever since my big sister got the most coolse iPOD shuffle and i'm like &amp;quot;I want oneeeee&amp;quot; but i would rather be able to choose my songs so i dont' really want a shuffle. Like the onethat michelle has that is two in one. I need that! well hopefully in purple.  Well cya because i must stop procastinating because it is going to catch up to me. Good-luck for Nick, Oosh and other people doing the musical. Hope you guys have fun. And good-luck for Oosh for her Oral. Well bye you guys and hope you have a good week! I know i am because the oral is now offically over. Bye  LOVE CAROL  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112707554164221569?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112707554164221569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112707554164221569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112707554164221569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112707554164221569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-blog-please-read.html' title='Another Blog, PLease Read'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112705761239478147</id><published>2005-09-18T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T08:33:32.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>Last night was Miss Ashley's 22nd birthday and we celebrated with a Mariner's game and drinks in Freemont! After the game we caught up with Tyler and he gave us the tour of the grounds!!! This is me throwing a pitch in the bullpen (which is soooooo cool), Ashley and I at ground zero, and us celebrating at the triangle!!!  Happy Birthday Ashley!!! I love ya tons! :)  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112705761239478147?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112705761239478147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112705761239478147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112705761239478147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112705761239478147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112698968996277924</id><published>2005-09-17T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T13:41:29.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11:49pm</title><content type='html'>So this is the way its meant to be. A good friend of mine once told me that things all happen for a reason. Things happen to get us where we are going. If this is true where am I headed? Am I headed in a downward spiral? Or am I headed up to where I might be able to see the clouds again?. I still miss everything. I still miss your laugh, you voice, your smile...but its slowly fading from memory. I don't like the way that feels...to lose such a big part of me. But I'm strong. I hold on. I hold on to feelings that this won't last forever. And one day we'll both be happy again. You are already happy, and in that I take comfort.  I'm sitting here watching Jerry Maguire. You know the whole &amp;quot;You had me at hello&amp;quot; and I think. I think randomly of the past, and hopes for the future. I have no hopes for the future. I find that sad. And I'm having trouble remembering the past. And as I've recently found out you never intend on speaking to me again. Its alright. I hope you do well in life. You're gonna go to college and be a great person. I'm gonna graduate college and I'm gonna move away. If our paths ever cross I don't know what I'll say or how I'll react, But I hope for civility. You had me at hello. That first hello when things were great. You killed me with goodbye...That last goodbye when I never saw your face. You made me whole with your kind words and your embrace. You tore me in two by taking it all away. None of this is meant to hurt. I don't even expect you to read it. Its more for me. To vent what I need to vent. I can't continue writing right now...but I will later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112698968996277924?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112698968996277924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112698968996277924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112698968996277924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112698968996277924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/1149pm.html' title='11:49pm'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112697174510473132</id><published>2005-09-17T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T08:42:25.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its HOTTTT out there</title><content type='html'> Ahh, the warmth of summer, or shall I say HEAT WAVE. Maryland is one of those states that attract TROPICAL air, thus making the nice heat, very humid heat. This humidity, with DEW points over 76, makes it feel like over 105 degrees. Even a viewing of the MARCH OF THE PENGUINS could not cool me down. The pool does provide great relief but don't stay in too long or you'll look like a lobster. But I am not complaining, soon FALL will be here. The kiddies will be off to school. Summer would feel like a brief time has flown by. Next time, you look up, it will be CHRISTMAS.But I do plan to beat the heat by traveling to a cooler climate. Ahhh Seattle, it may rain alot but its cooler.....The dog days of SUMMER are almost over. Have a fun/safe rest of summer. Now go take an egg crack it on a sidewalk and make yourself an omlette.... Carl  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112697174510473132?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112697174510473132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112697174510473132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112697174510473132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112697174510473132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-hotttt-out-there.html' title='Its HOTTTT out there'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112690368082908969</id><published>2005-09-16T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T13:48:00.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that was weird</title><content type='html'>ok i was just fine then i got on the gaurd rail at the high school and i fell off hiting my head. I craked it upen and i had to get stiches. idk but im feelin kinda of funny lol. maybe i should go now cause im tierd &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112690368082908969?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112690368082908969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112690368082908969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112690368082908969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112690368082908969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/that-was-weird.html' title='that was weird'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112688531719086169</id><published>2005-09-16T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:41:57.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>asdfghjkl;'asdfghjkl;''''''</title><content type='html'>damn those titles... just have to make things MORE complicating. rr...  well, i'm feeling a lot better. way better than yesterday... after writing a long rant, venting out everything... made me feel way better. decided to writeanother letter to this guy that he'll never receive. i do that a lot... just write a long letter while watching Bram Stoker's: Dracula, and there after Grease... scribbling thoughts down into my green folder... my secret folder - full of letters written for people that will never read them. makes me feel a lot better though... always.  since i was so emotionally tired i actually went to bed early, it was nice... i missed going to bed atmidnight - yeah, still sounds late, but it isn't for me. usually i'm off the computer about midnight, and i watch movies till 3-4am... i've seen like 6 new movies in 4 days... Land Of the Dead, Legends of the Fall, Plat00n, Three Kings, The Firm.... okay that was 5. but in between those films i watched Bram Stoker's Dracula, Grease, Killer Klowns From Outer Space (really retarded movie, don't ever see it), West Side Story, The Man With Two Brains, and... yeah, there are more but i can't think of them right now.  obviously ijust love watching movies - doesn't matter how many times i've seen it, i see them in a different perspective and see things i haven't noticed... seeing the symbolism and such.  well... that's it for today &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112688531719086169?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112688531719086169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112688531719086169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112688531719086169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112688531719086169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/asdfghjklasdfghjkl.html' title='asdfghjkl;&apos;asdfghjkl;&apos;&apos;&apos;&apos;&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112681681331692190</id><published>2005-09-15T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T13:40:13.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary office Unleashed!</title><content type='html'>This is scary stuff... gulp... down with the corporate world...more fun needed, abolish the concept of money andlet everyone do whatever they want..most of us would become explorers for sure... hmm... seems like a star trek ploy :) .... or was itthe foundation forhippy culture ;)  Anyways, the following article to be begin with; is written witha paranoid approach... this guy should be in some security/surveillance field... maybe he is (paranoid approach). This article scared the hell out of me.. it could mean that if you know a person or (god forbid :) ) are a persion with ambitions likebecoming a top executive,thenthat personmightend up becoming a psychopath... crazy guys.. :)  original article: http://www.fastcompany.com/magazine/96/open_boss.html   &amp;quot;But wait, you say: Don't bona fide psychopaths become serial killers or other kinds of violent criminals, rather than the guys in the next cubicle or the corner office? That was the conventional wisdom. Indeed, Hare began his work by studying men in prison. Granted, that's still an unusually good place to look for the conscience-impaired. The average Psychopathy Checklist score for incarcerated male offenders in North America is 23.3, out of a possible 40. A score of around 20 qualifies as &amp;quot;moderately psychopathic.&amp;quot; Only 1% of the general population would score 30 or above, which is &amp;quot;highly psychopathic,&amp;quot; the range for the most violent offenders. Hare has said that the typical citizen would score a 3 or 4, while anything below that is &amp;quot;sliding into sainthood.&amp;quot;  On the broad continuum between the ethical everyman and the predatory killer, there's plenty of room for people who are ruthless but not violent. This is where you're likely to find such people as Ebbers, Fastow, ImClone CEO Sam Waksal, and hotelier Leona Helmsley. We put several big-name CEOs through the checklist, and they scored as &amp;quot;moderately psychopathic&amp;quot;; our quiz on page 48 lets you try a similar exercise with your favorite boss. And this summer, together with New York industrial psychologist Paul Babiak, Hare begins marketing the B-Scan, a personality test that companies can use to spot job candidates who may have an MBA but lack a conscience. &amp;quot;I always said that if I wasn't studying psychopaths in prison, I'd do it at the stock exchange,&amp;quot; Hare told Fast Company. &amp;quot;There are certainly more people in the business world who would score high in the psychopathic dimension than in the general population. You'll find them in any organization where, by the nature of one's position, you have power and control over other people and the opportunity to get something.&amp;quot;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112681681331692190?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112681681331692190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112681681331692190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112681681331692190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112681681331692190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/scary-office-unleashed.html' title='Scary office Unleashed!'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112681359874897314</id><published>2005-09-15T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T12:46:38.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VKB = the Virtual KeyBoard</title><content type='html'> The Virtual Keyboard uses light to project a full-sized computer keyboard onto almost any surface. Used with Smart Phones and PDA's, the VKB provides a practical way to do email, word processing and spreadsheet tasks, allowing the user to leave the laptop computer at home. VKB observes the user's finger movements to interpret and record keystrokes.    Since the virtual keyboard is an image projected in light, it completely disappears when not in use. Roughly the size of a disposable lighter, (90 x 34 x 24 mm), the VKB enables users to type email or long text as easily as with a conventional keyboard. Imagine how much easier it would be if you had a proper mobile phone keyboard that fits in your pocket...    For the first time Users can then type as normal on this virtual keyboard (VKB), enabling them to work quickly and effectively, taking the pain and frustration out of minuscule keyboards and handwriting recognition software. More Info   &lt;a href=http://www.balkan-peninsula.com/xcel/WINE.BOTTLE.HOLDER.k.c46283.html&gt;wine bottle holder&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839591-112681359874897314?l=briannabakercomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112681359874897314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839591&amp;postID=112681359874897314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112681359874897314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839591/posts/default/112681359874897314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannabakercomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/vkb-virtual-keyboard.html' title='VKB = the Virtual KeyBoard'/><author><name>Brianna Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742583052153556039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839591.post-112679839996112523</id><published>2005-09-15T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T08:33:19.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Whom It May Concern</title><content type='html'>  To All You Parents Whose Children Ride Their Bikes In The Street Late At Night Here, Do you know how stupid your children are being? Ten o'clock at night, long after the sun has set, and your children are riding their bicycles in the strreet with no reflective gear. In fact, your children are usually wearing dark clothing, making it virtually impossible for even responsible drivers such as myself to see them before we flatten them into the ground. Doesn't this concern you? Kindly locate your child, drag him/her home by the ear, and puthim/her over your knee before I pull my car over and do the same. Thank you. 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