<?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-7870881755197187189</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:15:13.771-05:00</updated><category term='Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure'/><category term='Nerf'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Quarterlife Crisis'/><category term='Stimulus Bill'/><category term='survey'/><category term='make up'/><category term='Zelda'/><category term='Mashups'/><category term='transformers'/><category term='illuminatedarkness.blogspot.com'/><category term='Money'/><category term='Clipse'/><category term='Donations'/><category term='Texas Legislator'/><category term='Budgeting'/><category term='Hip-Hop'/><category term='Buddy Info'/><category term='Filipino WWII Veterans'/><category term='Fun facts'/><category term='Name Change'/><category term='SMH'/><title type='text'>A Chill Pill Too Many</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-1261153789023783484</id><published>2011-01-08T12:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:50:55.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hahah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;9:34 AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: hahah you're a jerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;: youre a caterpillar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;9:36  AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;you win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;hr color="#cccccc" noshade="noshade" size="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 80%; color: rgb(170, 170, 170);" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;7 minutes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;9:44  AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;: Can i call you Chicken  wing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;9:45 AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;:  ummmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;9:47 AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;: i like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and you can be my  little chicken wing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-1261153789023783484?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/1261153789023783484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2011/01/hahah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/1261153789023783484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/1261153789023783484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2011/01/hahah.html' title='hahah'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-4653690037499363246</id><published>2011-01-08T12:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:17:57.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"So  come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just  think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in  Never Never Land!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-4653690037499363246?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/4653690037499363246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-come-with-me-where-dreams-are-born.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/4653690037499363246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/4653690037499363246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-come-with-me-where-dreams-are-born.html' title=''/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-6852774045759128883</id><published>2010-03-11T15:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:59:47.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grooveshark</title><content type='html'>I think it's safe to say I'm a music fiend.  I am a huge Pandora fan, but sometimes my tastes are off the wall and I really want to hear a specific song at a specific time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://listen.grooveshark.com/#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grooveshark let's you search for a song and stream it right then and there.  You can create and save your own playlists.  There aren't annoying ads that interrupt music.  But sometimes certain songs are hard to find or it's not the version you want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound like an ad, but my friend introduced it to me and it's wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-6852774045759128883?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/6852774045759128883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2010/03/grooveshark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/6852774045759128883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/6852774045759128883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2010/03/grooveshark.html' title='Grooveshark'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-2357559944491632454</id><published>2010-02-15T22:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:50:36.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Actual Texts</title><content type='html'>I should &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;probably &lt;/span&gt;be offended, but instead I find this exchange amusing / borderline endearing.  Friday night, my friend and I decided to go out.  We were going to someplace neither of us had been to. Of course, I had to ask him about attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;g: so. um. how am i supposed to dress?&lt;br /&gt;b: dress well. if you're not dressed yet... we can't be friends.&lt;br /&gt;g: calm down. i was just trying to figure out how good i need to look. =p&lt;br /&gt;b: you're with me, so as good as possible. now hurry your ass up. i'm almost at your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;should be upset. But if there's one thing I enjoy in certain friendships, it's arrogant, playful fighting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-2357559944491632454?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/2357559944491632454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2010/02/actual-texts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/2357559944491632454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/2357559944491632454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2010/02/actual-texts.html' title='Actual Texts'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-2311497089199945262</id><published>2010-02-03T12:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T12:51:47.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This one is for the ladies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. Give her sperm she will make a baby, give her a house she will give you a home, give her groceries she will give you a meal, give her a smile she will give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what she is given. So if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a TON OF SHIT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-2311497089199945262?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/2311497089199945262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-one-is-for-ladies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/2311497089199945262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/2311497089199945262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-one-is-for-ladies.html' title='This one is for the ladies.'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-8788644598178564793</id><published>2009-12-04T11:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:47:36.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best. Sleeping. Bag. Ever!</title><content type='html'>Attention Nerds, Star Wars enthusiasts, and lovers of all things awesome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, by far, the most incredible sleeping bag I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="Dear%20nerds,%20Star%20Wars%20enthusiasts,%20and%20lovers%20of%20all%20things%20awesome,%20%20This%20is,%20by%20far,%20the%20most%20incredible%20sleeping%20bag%20I%27ve%20ever%20seen.%20%20http://www.thinkgeek.com/geektoys/plush/bb2e/"&gt;http://www.thinkgeek.com/geektoys/plush/bb2e/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/images/products/zoom/bb2e_tauntaun_sleeping_bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://www.thinkgeek.com/images/products/zoom/bb2e_tauntaun_sleeping_bag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It even has a light saber zipper pull!!!! If you don't understand the reference, please go watch "The Empire Strikes Back".  Even if you do understand the reference, I won't judge you if you want to rewatch the Star Wars movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, they're back ordered. ::sad face::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-8788644598178564793?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/8788644598178564793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-sleeping-bag-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/8788644598178564793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/8788644598178564793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-sleeping-bag-ever.html' title='Best. Sleeping. Bag. Ever!'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-8462282497406772080</id><published>2009-12-02T11:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:20:11.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't Met You Yet :: Michael Bublé</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not surprised &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything lasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've broken my heart so many times,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I stop keeping track. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk myself in&lt;br /&gt;I talk myself out&lt;br /&gt;I get all worked up&lt;br /&gt;And then I let myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so very hard not to lose it&lt;br /&gt;I came up with a million excuses&lt;br /&gt;I thought I thought of every possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know someday that it'll all turn out&lt;br /&gt;You'll make me work so we can work to work it out&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you kid that I'll give so much more than I get&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have to wait&lt;br /&gt;I'll never give up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess it's half timing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the other half's luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;Whenever it's right&lt;br /&gt;You'll come out of nowhere and into my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that we can be so amazing&lt;br /&gt;And baby your love is gonna change me&lt;br /&gt;And now I can see every possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I know that it will all turn out&lt;br /&gt;And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you kid I'll give so much more than I get&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say all's fair &lt;br /&gt;In love and war&lt;br /&gt;But I won't need to fight it&lt;br /&gt;We'll get it right&lt;br /&gt;And we'll be united&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that we can be so amazing&lt;br /&gt;And being in your life is gonna change me&lt;br /&gt;And now I can see every single possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someday I know it'll all turn out&lt;br /&gt;And I'll work to work it out&lt;br /&gt;Promise you kid I'll give more than I get&lt;br /&gt;Than I get than I get than I get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know it'll all turn out&lt;br /&gt;And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you kid to give so much more than I get&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I just haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;Oh promise you kid&lt;br /&gt;To give so much more than I get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said Love Love Love Love Love Love Love ..... &lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;Love Love Love .....&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-8462282497406772080?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/8462282497406772080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/12/havent-met-you-yet-michael-buble.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/8462282497406772080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/8462282497406772080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/12/havent-met-you-yet-michael-buble.html' title='Haven&apos;t Met You Yet :: Michael Bublé'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-7753126798114053246</id><published>2009-10-22T11:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T11:17:48.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bizgov.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/light-bulb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 204px;" src="http://bizgov.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/light-bulb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a gooooood one!! It won't happen for a few years, but I'm going to start to lay the foundation for future opportunities.  Wait and see! Sorry to be enigmatic, but keeping it on the DL until I can plan more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-7753126798114053246?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/7753126798114053246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/10/idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/7753126798114053246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/7753126798114053246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/10/idea.html' title='Idea!!!'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-6458953819369369999</id><published>2009-07-24T14:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:41:41.495-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illuminatedarkness.blogspot.com'/><title type='text'>Shameless Plug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SmoDK0Qnu2I/AAAAAAAAAbI/mFhTICN8VVs/s1600-h/TransformersFinalpostsize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SmoDK0Qnu2I/AAAAAAAAAbI/mFhTICN8VVs/s400/TransformersFinalpostsize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362101790699928418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starscream from the original Transformers cartoon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charles A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[if you're on twitter, follow him @ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IllumDarkness&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Check out his stuff: &lt;a href="http://illuminatedarkness.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://illuminatedarkness.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Charles is an awesome artist. It's not so much that I commissioned him to do this picture for me for any reason, but this is the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in undergrad, we worked together and sometimes he'd have his sketchbook in the break room with him.  I always demanded he draw me something, but he didn't.  After I left Charlottesville, he disappeared from the face of the planet for awhile.  He just recently decided to come out from under whatever rock he was hiding and of course, I said he still owed me.  So he gave me a choice between Transformers and Super Mario Bros.  I chose.  And ta-da!  Isn't the final product awesome?!?!? Feel free to recommend him, give him props on his work, or just say hi to him ahhah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS, CHARLIE!!!!!!! YOU'RE THE BEST!!!!!!  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-6458953819369369999?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/6458953819369369999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/07/shameless-plug.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/6458953819369369999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/6458953819369369999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/07/shameless-plug.html' title='Shameless Plug'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SmoDK0Qnu2I/AAAAAAAAAbI/mFhTICN8VVs/s72-c/TransformersFinalpostsize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-1941232288662411768</id><published>2009-07-20T11:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:52:17.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't whine. Don't complain. Don't make excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Don Meyer, winner of the Jimmy V Award at the 2009 ESPYS&lt;br /&gt;(quoting advice passed down from Coach John Wooden's father)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a great speaker. If you didn't catch it last night, here's a link to the clip: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTGSCalTjpU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTGSCalTjpU&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Coach Meyer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-1941232288662411768?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/1941232288662411768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/1941232288662411768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/1941232288662411768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote_20.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-7907713054811156111</id><published>2009-07-10T10:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:48:47.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Funny!!</title><content type='html'>Northern Virginia drivers, this is right off the Frying Pan Rd exit on Rt. 28. They're building a bridge there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://oodlesofnoodles83.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/frying-pan_002.jpg?w=1024&amp;amp;h=768"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 326px;" src="http://oodlesofnoodles83.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/frying-pan_002.jpg?w=1024&amp;amp;h=768" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://forums.nasioc.com/forums/showthread.php?t=1801021"&gt;thread&lt;/a&gt; is hilarious! I love the questions the author poses to the driver.. How does this even happen!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you go to the third page of the thread, there's another picture that explains why they are saying it's an Asian woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-7907713054811156111?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/7907713054811156111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/7907713054811156111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/7907713054811156111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-funny.html' title='Too Funny!!'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-5344876376688680024</id><published>2009-07-08T10:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:23:34.063-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Budgeting'/><title type='text'>Budgeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 380px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/money.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The almighty dollar, what a love/hate relationship I have with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that since summer started, I have been pretty bad about keeping track of my money. I was good for awhile, but with all the random outings, fun summer clothes, and trips here and there, I started slacking. Part of it was that I didn't want to come to terms with my summer-induced reckless spending habits and part of it was that I got lazy. Either way, I need to be more responsible. For those of you in a similar boat, I'm extending these suggestions, which I will similarly try to enforce on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use Excel to look at your budget. Categorize how you like to spend your money and allocate your funds appropriately.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan ahead and make sure you consider costs that aren't always a part of your monthly budget (like trips or large purchases).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save a fair amount for emergencies and maybe a small splurge for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stick to it! Or try to stay close. This is much easier said than done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take advantage of free online budgeting websites. I am personally a fan of expenseview.com and mint.com. Here are my thoughts on the two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ExpenseView.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;It's pretty simple. User friendly. Handles all the basics. You create categories, you input your spendings, put in your income, and it provides you your balance. From there, you can see (through numbers and pie charts) what your spending habits are like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cons:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You have to manually put in every single thing yourself. So if you don't do it often enough, you'll have to backtrack a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mint.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;Fairly simple. Instead of putting in everything yourself, you securely provide login information for your online accounts and it will import all your transactions.  It will categorize everything for you and allow you to see transactions and trends. It's nice because it will alert you when it is getting close to a bill due date also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt; The categories are not always correct and if you don't catch it, you might think you're not allocating your money well. For me, the page seems busy and cluttered at times. It has a "Ways to Save tab" that will refer other accounts you can open to save money and I'm not really looking to change anything, so it can be a little annoying (haha I was hoping for tips on that tab). And finally, unless I'm dumb and can't find it, there is nowhere to track purchases made with actual paper bills or account for cash that might be in your wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're both pretty good and I use both because I can be obsessive compulsive, but I think I still prefer the simpler avenue of ExpenseView.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's not an incredibly extensive list, but I hope this helps. Let me know if you have any other tips to budget or save money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-5344876376688680024?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/5344876376688680024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/07/budgeting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/5344876376688680024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/5344876376688680024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/07/budgeting.html' title='Budgeting'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-3774814622315319350</id><published>2009-06-24T16:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:03:33.141-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMH'/><title type='text'>SMH Moment of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k48/karlapictures/myspace%20pics%202/BS_MakeupForever_366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 228px;" src="http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k48/karlapictures/myspace%20pics%202/BS_MakeupForever_366.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMH = Shake My Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wore makeup. But that is not the reason I am shaking my head at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coworker said I look nice and asked what the occasion was. I said there was none. She started to tease me and insinuate that this was done for some boy and that I obviously had a date.  I wish haha. Despite my denials, she pressed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I told her the sad, sad truth. Last night, I was watching one of those Lifetime movies and it was quite the tearjerker. I decided my eyes looked puffy this morning and thought that makeup would cover it up well. And that, my friends, is why I have on eyeshadow and eyeliner today. A Lifetime movie!!!! SMH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-3774814622315319350?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/3774814622315319350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/06/smh-moment-of-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/3774814622315319350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/3774814622315319350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/06/smh-moment-of-day.html' title='SMH Moment of the Day'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k48/karlapictures/myspace%20pics%202/th_BS_MakeupForever_366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-3692846976312472192</id><published>2009-06-12T12:15:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:34:17.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the topic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...of weight loss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i need to reinstate eating salads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;: HAHAHHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;yeah dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i dont think cheese fries are gonna get you very far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;BUT THEY'RE SOOOOO GOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;wbr&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;: I KNOWWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;especially the ones from outback steakhouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ughhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;cheese and bacon and ranch dressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;if only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;we could be... bulimic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;HAHAHHAHAh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: SERIOUSLY. hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;: hahahah or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;maybe anorexic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;that would be ideal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: if i didnt hate throwing up so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;: HAHHAHAHAHA yes exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;if i threw up quietly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;which i do not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: no.. bc then you wouldnt get to enjoy the food if you were anorexic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;: this is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH i dont know of anyone who throws up quietly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;: we should get internal parasites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;now the question is.... how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;: HAHAHAHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;sigh i dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;lets go to mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and lick the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;im pretty sure that will work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;or eat raw pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: internal parasite! NOT swine flu!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ya fooL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;: HHAHHA sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;you dont get swine flu from eating pig silly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;thats where tapeworms come from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;raw pork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FYI: for those of you who don't know us, we're just sarcastic. we're really not stupid enough to go this far, but this convo is amusing. also, we do not condone taking such extreme measures for weight loss. though we joke, it's a serious matter. do it the right way. eating right and working out, the whole shabang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-3692846976312472192?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/3692846976312472192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-dumb-hahah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/3692846976312472192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/3692846976312472192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-dumb-hahah.html' title='On the topic...'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-860173561243246614</id><published>2009-06-04T10:22:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:56:46.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Count your blessings.</title><content type='html'>I've been pretty emo lately. Again. Sheesh, I need to get a hold of myself. I've decided that instead of moping around, I'll think of the things that i am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blessed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to have. This is a cursory list, but you get the point. Also, I do realize that Thanksgiving is months away, but I'm grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My health. I can see, hear, smell, taste, and touch. And I'm getting in shape [ish haha]!&lt;br /&gt;*My wonderful family and lot of awesome, diverse friends.&lt;br /&gt;*A great education.. which I need to put to use more often.&lt;br /&gt;*A job -  with the economic situation, I am lucky and incredibly thankful.&lt;br /&gt;*To be able to save money by living at home [with a mom who still tries to pack my lunch and do my laundry].&lt;br /&gt;*because my "difficult" experiences have made me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;*because I have been able to travel to many places.&lt;br /&gt;*because I live so close to DC. Yea suburbs! There's so much culture, history, etc. around this area, I don't take advantage of it enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made the mistake of being jealous of other people's fortunes. I'm going to try to stop this. It doesn't help. It actually makes you feel worse and you just have to realize that what is meant for one person is not meant for another. Someone's blessings are not necessarily yours. And this is why I'm trying to focus on the things that make mine, the Good Life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you thankful for? Think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-860173561243246614?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/860173561243246614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/06/count-your-blessings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/860173561243246614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/860173561243246614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/06/count-your-blessings.html' title='Count your blessings.'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-6137014522322777122</id><published>2009-06-03T10:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:05:55.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh Oh</title><content type='html'>Dear wallet,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry (in advance).&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online shopping will be the death of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-6137014522322777122?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/6137014522322777122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/06/uh-oh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/6137014522322777122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/6137014522322777122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/06/uh-oh.html' title='Uh Oh'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-7659031966673729295</id><published>2009-06-01T15:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:35:22.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Knows :: John Legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;It gets harder every day, but I can't seem to shake the pain&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find the words to say, "please stay."&lt;br /&gt;It's written all over my face, I can't&lt;br /&gt;Function the same when youre not here&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling your name and no one's there&lt;br /&gt;And I hope one day you'll see nobody has it easy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe you found somebody new&lt;br /&gt;But I wish you the best,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I guess&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody knows, but nobody really knows&lt;br /&gt;How to make it work, or how to ease the hurt&lt;br /&gt;We've heard it all before, that everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;How to make it right, I wish we gave it one more try&lt;br /&gt;One more try&lt;br /&gt;One more try&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody knows, but nobody really knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what the people say&lt;br /&gt;They brought it all in anyway&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't fill up your head with he-said, she-said&lt;br /&gt;It seems like you just don't know&lt;br /&gt;The radio's on, you tuning me out,&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to speak, you're turning me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope one day you'll see nobody has it easy,&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe you found somebody new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I wish you the best, I guess&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody knows, but nobody really knows&lt;br /&gt;How to make it work, or how to ease the hurt&lt;br /&gt;We've heard it all before, that everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;How to make it right, I wish we gave it one more try&lt;br /&gt;One more try&lt;br /&gt;One more try&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody knows, but nobody really knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish you'd understand&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just an ordinary man&lt;br /&gt;Listen we'd have known&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows, but nobody really knows&lt;br /&gt;And I know one day you'll see, nobody has it easy&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe you found somebody new&lt;br /&gt;I wish you the best, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody knows, that nobody really knows&lt;br /&gt;How to make it work, or how to ease the hurt&lt;br /&gt;We've heard it all before, that everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;How to make it right, I wish we gave it one more try&lt;br /&gt;One more try&lt;br /&gt;One more try&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody knows, but nobody really knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="It%20gets%20harder%20every%20day,%20but%20I%20can%27t%20seem%20to%20shake%20the%20pain%20I%27m%20trying%20to%20find%20the%20words%20to%20say,%20%22please%20stay.%22%20It%27s%20written%20all%20over%20my%20face,%20I%20can%27t%20Function%20the%20same%20when%20youre%20not%20here%20I%27m%20calling%20your%20name%20and%20no%20one%27s%20there%20And%20I%20hope%20one%20day%20you%27ll%20see%20nobody%20has%20it%20easy,%20%20I%20still%20can%27t%20believe%20you%20found%20somebody%20new%20But%20I%20wish%20you%20the%20best,%20I%20guess..%20%20Cause%20everybody%20knows,%20but%20nobody%20really%20knows%20How%20to%20make%20it%20work,%20or%20how%20to%20ease%20the%20hurt%20We%27ve%20heard%20it%20all%20before,%20that%20everybody%20knows%20How%20to%20make%20it%20right,%20I%20wish%20we%20gave%20it%20one%20more%20try%20One%20more%20try%20One%20more%20try%20%27Cause%20everybody%20knows,%20but%20nobody%20really%20knows%20%20I%20don%27t%20care%20what%20the%20people%20say%20They%20brought%20it%20all%20in%20anyway%20Baby%20don%27t%20fill%20up%20your%20head%20with%20he-said,%20she-said%20It%20seems%20like%20you%20just%20don%27t%20know%20The%20radio%27s%20on,%20you%20tuning%20me%20out,%20I%27m%20trying%20to%20speak,%20you%27re%20turning%20me%20down%20%20And%20I%20hope%20one%20day%20you%27ll%20see%20nobody%20has%20it%20easy,%20I%20still%20can%27t%20believe%20you%20found%20somebody%20new%20But%20I%20wish%20you%20the%20best,%20I%20guess.%20%20Cause%20everybody%20knows,%20but%20nobody%20really%20knows%20How%20to%20make%20it%20work,%20or%20how%20to%20ease%20the%20hurt%20We%27ve%20heard%20it%20all%20before,%20that%20everybody%20knows%20How%20to%20make%20it%20right,%20I%20wish%20we%20gave%20it%20one%20more%20try%20One%20more%20try%20One%20more%20try%20Cause%20everybody%20knows,%20but%20nobody%20really%20knows%20%20Oh%20I%20wish%20you%27d%20understand%20Oh,%20just%20an%20ordinary%20man%20Listen%20we%27d%20have%20known%20Everybody%20knows,%20but%20nobody%20really%20knows%20And%20I%20know%20one%20day%20you%27ll%20see,%20nobody%20has%20it%20easy%20I%20still%20can%27t%20believe%20you%20found%20somebody%20new%20I%20wish%20you%20the%20best,%20I%20guess.%20%20Cause%20everybody%20knows,%20that%20nobody%20really%20knows%20How%20to%20make%20it%20work,%20or%20how%20to%20ease%20the%20hurt%20We%27ve%20heard%20it%20all%20before,%20that%20everybody%20knows%20How%20to%20make%20it%20right,%20I%20wish%20we%20gave%20it%20one%20more%20try%20One%20more%20try%20One%20more%20try%20Cause%20everybody%20knows,%20but%20nobody%20really%20knows%20%20%20http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IdSyx6r7Gps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IdSyx6r7Gps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-7659031966673729295?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/7659031966673729295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/7659031966673729295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/06/everybody-knows-john-legend.html' title='Everybody Knows :: John Legend'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-426374363729425643</id><published>2009-05-06T13:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:37:54.874-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>I Need to Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dryicons.com/files/graphics_previews/midnight_dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 279px;" src="http://dryicons.com/files/graphics_previews/midnight_dreams.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you guys, but I have this horrible habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found that sometimes when I wake up mid-dream, I either like it or want to know the ending so badly that I go back to sleep. Very often these are times that I'll wake up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on time&lt;/span&gt; to start my day and I don't physically feel that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; the extra sleep. But I'll close my eyes and do my best to go back to Dreamland regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I never really go back to the original dream. A new one usually starts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. I could do so much in the morning if I didn't do this.. Run. Eat breakfast. Curl my hair. Put on makeup maybe. Yet, I have no idea why I still do this. I'm so ridiculous sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-426374363729425643?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/426374363729425643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-to-stop.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/426374363729425643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/426374363729425643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-to-stop.html' title='I Need to Stop'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-5753165268803004976</id><published>2009-05-03T02:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:49:06.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Night</title><content type='html'>The Boston Celtics beat the Chicago Bulls to close an incredibly exciting series. [Though we all know that a healthy Boston squad with KG would have ended it in less games by higher margins and fewer OTs. Easily.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manny Pacquiao did a number on Ricky Hatton. 2:59. Two minutes. Fifty freaking nine seconds. Done. Over. Knocked the eff out. I'm sorry, Mayweather Sr., what was it you were saying? haha!!! P.S. My mother thinks you owe her $54.99 for the PPV. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;swagger&lt;/span&gt; : to conduct oneself in an arrogant or superciliously pompous manner; especially: to walk with an air of overbearing self-confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people [especially tonight] can walk around with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day road tripping tomorrow to NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-5753165268803004976?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/5753165268803004976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-night.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/5753165268803004976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/5753165268803004976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-night.html' title='Good Night'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-7509497473350425051</id><published>2009-04-22T12:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:36:06.146-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hip-Hop'/><title type='text'>Fun Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dirtysteve.tumblr.com/post/97836810/hip-hop-facts-for-you-rap-cats"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts for the Hardcore Hip-Hop heads.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a kick out of this. Reblogged from &lt;a href="http://dirtysteve.tumblr.com/"&gt;Dirrrrty Steve&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-7509497473350425051?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/7509497473350425051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-facts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/7509497473350425051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/7509497473350425051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-facts.html' title='Fun Facts'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-386729856733994277</id><published>2009-04-17T11:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:39:31.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quarterlife Crisis'/><title type='text'>Ugh. My life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cootees.com/images/shirts/Quarterlife_Crisis_shirt.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 141px;" src="http://www.cootees.com/images/shirts/Quarterlife_Crisis_shirt.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This phenomenon, known as the “Quarterlife Crisis,” is as ubiquitous as it is intangible. Unrelenting indecision, isolation, confusion and anxiety about working, relationships and direction is reported by people in their mid-twenties to early thirties who are usually urban, middle class and well-educated; those who should be able to capitalize on their youth, unparalleled freedom and free-for-all individuation. They can’t make any decisions, because they don’t know what they want, and they don’t know what they want because they don’t know who they are, and they don’t know who they are because they’re allowed to be anyone they want.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Article :: &lt;a href="http://www.eyeweekly.com/article/55882"&gt;Welcome to Your Quarterlife Crisis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty long, but it is on point. =/ It's sad how well it describes so many in our generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get a game plan together, take action, and turn it around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-386729856733994277?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/386729856733994277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/04/ugh-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/386729856733994277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/386729856733994277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/04/ugh-my-life.html' title='Ugh. My life.'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-1654372210873835969</id><published>2009-04-09T18:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:08:20.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Name Change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas Legislator'/><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=87132902618&amp;amp;h=X9wpa&amp;amp;u=FWeKs&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;Asians should change their names&lt;/a&gt; !?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Texas legislator thinks Asian-descent voters should change their names to be “easier for Americans to deal with."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="Text-TextBody HoustonText" id="id2437749"&gt;“Rather than everyone here having to learn Chinese — I understand it’s a rather difficult language — do you think that it would behoove you and your citizens to adopt a name that we could deal with more readily here?” Brown said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have got to be kidding me. I know plenty of people [Asians and non-Asians] who have names that are "difficult" but I can't believe an elected official would actually say this and mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-1654372210873835969?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/1654372210873835969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/04/seriously.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/1654372210873835969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/1654372210873835969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/04/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-4699907474637154485</id><published>2009-04-07T12:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:59:32.846-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure'/><title type='text'>Race for the Cure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suzanneteer.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/race-for-the-cure-745834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 143px;" src="http://suzanneteer.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/race-for-the-cure-745834.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 6, some friends and I are doing the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. It is to raise money in the movement against breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to join, it's a 5K [3.1 miles] in Washington, D.C.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you can spare &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;any &lt;/span&gt;amount, however great or small, I would greatly appreciate your donation. Or if you'd like to pass this along that'd be great too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.info-komen.org/goto/gllames"&gt;&lt;span class="smallBold"&gt;http://www.info-komen.org/goto/gllames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-4699907474637154485?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/4699907474637154485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/04/race-for-cure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/4699907474637154485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/4699907474637154485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/04/race-for-cure.html' title='Race for the Cure'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-8084252572101173083</id><published>2009-04-01T11:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:50:24.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosaic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SdPFQIwIBUI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Ec388VkDUpI/s1600-h/mosaic7784885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SdPFQIwIBUI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Ec388VkDUpI/s400/mosaic7784885.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319812465872602434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Abby tagged me, and I was curious as to what would come up. So here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Go to Google image search.&lt;br /&gt;- Type in your answer to each question.&lt;br /&gt;- Choose a picture from the first 3 images.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; [I cheated, my pics weren't from the first 3.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Use this website (&lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php" target="_blank"&gt;http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php&lt;/a&gt;) to make your collage.&lt;br /&gt;- Save the image for use in this note.&lt;br /&gt;- Post and tag your friends. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag whoever feels like doing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your first name? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Geraldine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite food? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Rice]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your hometown? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Springfield, VA]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite color? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like a lot of colors. It changes depending on my mood. [Rainbow]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite movie? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Things I Hate About You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite drink? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Orange Juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your dream vacation? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty beach]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite dessert? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Ice Cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is one word to describe yourself? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Wanderlust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How are you feeling right now? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Antsy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you love most in the world?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Family, friends, everything I am blessed to have [Good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you want to be when you grow up? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-8084252572101173083?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/8084252572101173083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/04/mosaic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/8084252572101173083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/8084252572101173083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/04/mosaic.html' title='Mosaic'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SdPFQIwIBUI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Ec388VkDUpI/s72-c/mosaic7784885.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-4793756842384520140</id><published>2009-03-30T13:07:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:57:42.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing My Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/6c/Angry_Penguin.svg/424px-Angry_Penguin.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 260px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/6c/Angry_Penguin.svg/424px-Angry_Penguin.svg.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's safe to say that I'm a pretty nice person.  Sometimes too nice. The few times that I get really upset, I don't often do much. I'm a pretty passive aggressive person. I don't ever really have angry outbursts. But Saturday was kind of bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first party we went to was out of control. Long story, short:: I ended up drenched with beer and jager. After the initial shock, I was seething and my brothers and I were furiously trying to figure out who caused it. I ran outside to find the guy who I thought threw it. But then he explained that it was knocked out of his hands and it made me more angry not to have someone to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's incredibly annoying that I cry when I'm really angry. And it was so bad that I could barely breathe. My younger brother even let me punch him [a lot] because he could see how badly I needed to hit something. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; I'm a force to be reckoned with, but you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;don't want to mess with me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;my brothers. Luckily, they were more focused on calming me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I know I definitely overreacted. And as I recapped the story to my best friend, she asked me why I got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mad. I thought about it and to explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I would've like an apology, right then and there when it happened. I think I deserve that much.&lt;br /&gt;2. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY &lt;/span&gt;can't stand cowards who can't own up to what they do. [I don't care if my brothers and I did seem pretty intimidating]. Accountability, people!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. I didn't even have a person at whom I could direct my anger.&lt;br /&gt;4. I spent a fair amount of time trying to look cute and ended up soaked, with sticky hair, smelling like alcohol, and embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;5. I had a little to drink, which may have heightened my raw emotions.&lt;br /&gt;6. Though it helped when people tried to comfort me, it also reminded me that some fool in the party still hadn't apologized to me.&lt;br /&gt;7. Alcohol in your eyes stings. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were in my place, do you think you would've flipped out too? I just don't know to what extent anyone else might have taken it. I guess I'm just trying to figure out if it was the situation or if I have some hidden anger/rage inside me that I need to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just really want to apologize for flipping out. Thank you to the people who were right there with me, calming me down. After my anger subsided, I couldn't help but be overcome with emotion. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have the best brothers and friends anyone could ever ask for.&lt;/span&gt; I was going back and forth between angry crying and emotional crying haha. Knowing you have so many incredible people there for you, backing you however you need, stopping you from doing something stupid, is such an overwhelming feeling. Especially when you don't think you show your appreciation enough. So thanks, I love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-4793756842384520140?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/4793756842384520140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/03/losing-my-cool.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/4793756842384520140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/4793756842384520140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/03/losing-my-cool.html' title='Losing My Cool'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-3352001411310605148</id><published>2009-03-23T11:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:39:35.066-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zelda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clipse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mashups'/><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Mashups!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" width="100%" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://8tracks.com/mixes/13941/player_v2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="bg_color=_5b96ff"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="bg_color=_5b96ff" src="http://8tracks.com/mixes/13941/player_v2" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="100%" height="80"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clipse!!!! Zelda!!!! Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Linked by DJ Julian Franco:::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-3352001411310605148?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/3352001411310605148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-3-mashups.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/3352001411310605148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/3352001411310605148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-3-mashups.html' title='I &lt;3 Mashups!'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-2038481366715194936</id><published>2009-03-18T17:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:38:09.052-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddy Info'/><title type='text'>AIM Buddy Info</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.csupomona.edu/%7Ectam/Classes/ARC499/EX01/Images/aol_man.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 102px;" src="http://www.csupomona.edu/%7Ectam/Classes/ARC499/EX01/Images/aol_man.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know about you, but back in the day, I was allllll about making sure my AIM Buddy Info was "exciting" or "intriguing" ...Song lyrics. Upcoming events. Anniversary dates. Ambiguous hidden messages meant for stupid boys.  Quotes.  Little pictures made out of keyboard symbols. Every single possible color AIM would let me use. Extended profiles that would let you see who looked at your info. Links to my Asian Avenue, Xanga, and whatever other pages I had. And play by plays of every little thing I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I may have been a bit excessive. And I'm not sure why I thought people cared so much. But it's really funny. And some people were interested, it caused me enough drama. I guess that's adolescent self expression for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never look at AIM profiles anymore because I use gchat, but I still really love good quotes. Thanks to meebo, I found this one I really enjoy [compliments of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nick is like&lt;/span&gt;'s buddy info]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"whoever comes are the right people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever happens is the only thing that could have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whenever it starts is the right time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when it's over, it's over."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-2038481366715194936?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/2038481366715194936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/03/aim-buddy-info.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/2038481366715194936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/2038481366715194936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/03/aim-buddy-info.html' title='AIM Buddy Info'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-4626421887866351331</id><published>2009-03-13T11:50:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:43:17.448-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>Alphabet Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://etaiyy.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 156px;" src="http://etaiyy.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/bored.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I was bored because tonight's plans were canceled and this is what happened...&lt;br /&gt;[stolen from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sue&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 23 years, but forever young&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Available: &lt;/span&gt;technically yes&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Annoyances:&lt;/span&gt; not realizing you've run out of toilet paper until it's too late. one word texts like "oh" or "hey". c'mon, at least say "hey what's up?" or "hey what are we doing later? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birthday: &lt;/span&gt;11.25&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best feeling in the world: &lt;/span&gt;being happy with yourself and your situation in life. or the exciting butterflies-in-your-stomach feeling.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best weather: &lt;/span&gt;sunny. high 70s. beachy. but not too humid.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been in Love: &lt;/span&gt;not sure&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been on stage: &lt;/span&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candy: &lt;/span&gt;chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Color: &lt;/span&gt;changes depending on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Continent to visit: &lt;/span&gt;all of them!!!!! [minus antarctica]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day or Night: &lt;/span&gt;twilight.. hahah ok, let me stop.. dusk and dawn&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dance in the rain: &lt;/span&gt;definitely. [as long as it's warm and i'm not wearing white.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eyes: &lt;/span&gt;brown&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone: &lt;/span&gt;has a story that will break your heart&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever failed a class? : &lt;/span&gt;never that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Full name: &lt;/span&gt;Geraldine Ida&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First thoughts waking up: &lt;/span&gt;"10 more minutes pleeeaaaase!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;fight!&lt;/s&gt; coma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greatest Fear: &lt;/span&gt;the future&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goals: &lt;/span&gt;live. love. laugh. do good. travel. share great times.. and learn to swim. and shoot a gun. haha&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get along with your parents?: &lt;/span&gt;usually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hair Color: &lt;/span&gt;dark brown and black&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height: &lt;/span&gt;5'2 and a half.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy: &lt;/span&gt;is a relative term&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instrument: &lt;/span&gt;guitar and piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jewelry: &lt;/span&gt;fun earrings and necklaces.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Job: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;should be something you enjoy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kids: &lt;/span&gt;yes! but dear lord, please not now.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep a journal?: &lt;/span&gt;does blogging count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Longest Car Ride: &lt;/span&gt;drives to canada crammed in the car w/ fam&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love: &lt;/span&gt;someday.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laughed so hard you cried: &lt;/span&gt;all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milk: &lt;/span&gt;2%&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movies: &lt;/span&gt;good ones.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motion sickness?: &lt;/span&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number of Siblings: &lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number of Piercings: &lt;/span&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number: &lt;/span&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One wish: &lt;/span&gt;is a good song by ray j.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perfect Pizza: &lt;/span&gt;white pizza w/ chicken and broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pepsi/Coke: &lt;/span&gt;coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quail: &lt;/span&gt;man is... doug funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason to cry: &lt;/span&gt;i try not to think about them&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reality T.V.: &lt;/span&gt;is ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roll your tongue:&lt;/span&gt; not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salad Dressing: &lt;/span&gt;caesar&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sushi: &lt;/span&gt;yes please.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skipped school: &lt;/span&gt;it happens&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smoked?: &lt;/span&gt;only hookah and black&amp;amp;milds every now and then&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skinny dipped?: &lt;/span&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sing well?: &lt;/span&gt;depends on your definition of well.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the shower?: &lt;/span&gt;always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tattoos: &lt;/span&gt;peep the one on my back!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time for bed: &lt;/span&gt;usually around 1230, but lately i've been staying up til 2 or 3 playing video games. how sad.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thunderstorms:&lt;/span&gt; love 'em&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twin: &lt;/span&gt;trouble.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unpredictable: &lt;/span&gt;some would say i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vacation spot: &lt;/span&gt;anywhere with a good beach. preferably spain, the west coast, or hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weakness: &lt;/span&gt;kids in my family, good food, chocolate, shoes, and a good looking man who smells delicious&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worst feeling:&lt;/span&gt; emptiness [emotional. of the wallet. of the tummy. etc.]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wanted to be a model?: &lt;/span&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where do we go when we die?:&lt;/span&gt; depends on what we do when we’re alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; X-Rays :&lt;/span&gt; nooo! it means i probably messed up my ankle again.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ex's: &lt;/span&gt;and Os.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Year it is now: &lt;/span&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yellow: &lt;/span&gt;fever. guys who like me often have it. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zoo animal: &lt;/span&gt;tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON WHO…&lt;br /&gt;1. Slept in a bed beside you? J&lt;br /&gt;2. You went to the mall with? Hayley&lt;br /&gt;3. You went to dinner with? My brothers&lt;br /&gt;4. You talked to on the phone? Mommy&lt;br /&gt;5. Made you laugh? Fernando&lt;br /&gt;6. Hugged you? Gemma&lt;br /&gt;7. Said they loved you? Gemma: "I LOVE YOU SISTERFRIEND!!"&lt;br /&gt;8. Held your hand? Gerard&lt;br /&gt;9. Heart-to-hearted with? Lana&lt;br /&gt;10. You cried over? Some loser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-4626421887866351331?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/4626421887866351331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/03/alphabet-soup.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/4626421887866351331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/4626421887866351331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/03/alphabet-soup.html' title='Alphabet Soup'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-4212760043750170327</id><published>2009-03-11T12:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:56:16.527-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nerf'/><title type='text'>Nerf Guns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i.gizmodo.com/5153962/nerf-n+strike-raider-cs+35-lil-dick-tracys-automatic-tommy-gun-with-35+dart-drum-magazine"&gt;Dick Tracy's Tommy Gun :: Nerf Version&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/gizmodo/2009/02/hasbro_toyfair_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 484px; height: 322px;" src="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/gizmodo/2009/02/hasbro_toyfair_12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had one of these when I was younger, I'm 97.6% sure my parents would hate me. Also, I think they'd be fantastic for battle against the evil doers known as brothers, but it must be awful to go around and try to pick the darts up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-4212760043750170327?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/4212760043750170327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/03/nerf-guns.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/4212760043750170327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/4212760043750170327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/03/nerf-guns.html' title='Nerf Guns'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-279073415367589209</id><published>2009-03-10T15:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:20:15.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 152px;" src="http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day my best friend and I will open our very own coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should stop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-279073415367589209?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/279073415367589209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/03/coffee.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/279073415367589209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/279073415367589209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/03/coffee.html' title='Coffee'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-4931821949819498524</id><published>2009-03-04T11:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:17:58.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Are you okay?"</title><content type='html'>A: Morning!&lt;br /&gt;B: Hi, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;A: Good thanks, you?&lt;br /&gt;B: I'm fine, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be it, right? Carry on with the event/life/what-have-you ...Apparently not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after I said "I'm fine," my friend says... "Nooo. You don't look fine. You look sad. Or mad. Or depressed... What's wrong? Are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I am tired because last night I thought it would be a bright idea to stay up late watching movies into the evening. And I'm not wearing any makeup. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe &lt;/span&gt;I have had some things on my mind, but still. That doesn't mean I want to bring all of that here! Please don't call me out, especially if you can't tell the difference between me looking upset and me looking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to insist that I'm fine. But he won't drop it. C'mon dude, I said I was okay, please don't push it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I insist I'm ok... it means one of two things:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;ok, but don't want to talk about it [with you or right now, I might later though. And this is neither the time nor the place]. But even this is not common because I don't publicly display my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm actually okay&lt;/span&gt;. Which is the case today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I feel as though, in general, if someone repeatedly asks you if you're sure you're okay [physically or emotionally], it just makes things worse. You start to think, "Am I okay?" and then next thing you know, all of a sudden you've convinced yourself that, "Well, shit. I guess I'm not okay!" Even if you were totally fine ten minutes before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some occasions, I do want people to try and get it out of me.. but those are usually my closer friends. In private. And I think they can tell because I usually follow the "I'm okay" with a strange wail, whimper, sigh, or gross face. Then, you're allowed to pry. But sheesh. If I don't want to talk about it, I'd really appreciate the space and maybe I'll open up later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-4931821949819498524?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/4931821949819498524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-okay.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/4931821949819498524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/4931821949819498524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-okay.html' title='&quot;Are you okay?&quot;'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-2190272103966881253</id><published>2009-03-02T17:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:15:56.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.xanga.com/private/editorx.aspx?uid=694423296"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px; width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2411/228/28/1508714/n1508714_38512957_5515432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling overly nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-2190272103966881253?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/2190272103966881253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/2190272103966881253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/2190272103966881253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-8287314422799587811</id><published>2009-02-23T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:57:40.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be kind..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On repeat ::&lt;br /&gt;Street Lights - Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;Unwell - Matchbox 20&lt;br /&gt;The Middle - Jimmy Eat World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-8287314422799587811?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/8287314422799587811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-kind-for-everyone-you-meet-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/8287314422799587811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/8287314422799587811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-kind-for-everyone-you-meet-is.html' title='Be kind..'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-1245700221254431265</id><published>2009-02-22T23:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:21:20.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Athletic men</title><content type='html'>...I love them. :p But I love them even more when they come packaged with a great personality. Example: you add a cheesy smile, incredible dunks, and a goofy demeanor to a talented ball player.. Game over for me. I get all sorts of giggly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://popcultured.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/dwight-howard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 339px;" src="http://popcultured.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/dwight-howard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dwight Howard. SWOONsighSQUEALgushDROOL. However the thought of me [at 5'2] standing next to this 6'11 adonis is laughable. Sad face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-1245700221254431265?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/1245700221254431265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/02/athletic-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/1245700221254431265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/1245700221254431265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/02/athletic-men.html' title='Athletic men'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-2627029531256528781</id><published>2009-02-18T14:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:22:30.205-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipino WWII Veterans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stimulus Bill'/><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.bonnint.net/apimage/5247bc8f-18a2-4dbc-9c5e-27db3c4f0a32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 245px;" src="http://media.bonnint.net/apimage/5247bc8f-18a2-4dbc-9c5e-27db3c4f0a32.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/gllames/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Article : &lt;a href="http://news.ncmonline.com/news/view_article.html?article_id=618dcde99a2fac43aba625df76b5951a"&gt;Belated pay for Filipino WWII Veterans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is better than nothing.. I guess. Don't get me wrong, I am incredibly glad about this. But I still don't think it justifies everything that led up to it. And I can't believe people are still complaining about this being added in the stimulus package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The only way to bypass opponents who had blocked payments in the past 'was to put it in a must-pass bill.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;infuriates me. Not only does the government more than owe it to the soldiers who will receive it, but these fools complaining about its passage fail to consider the thousands who didn't live long enough to witness this halfass form of equity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my grandpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-2627029531256528781?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/2627029531256528781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/02/bittersweet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/2627029531256528781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/2627029531256528781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/02/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-5296737665804448252</id><published>2009-02-13T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:06:52.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://xba.xanga.com/09a80347624b0233141952/b131925213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Broken_Heart_by_starry_eyedkid" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px; width: 176px; height: 162px;" src="http://xba.xanga.com/09a80347624b0233141952/z131925213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can be my prince. // my knight. // You can be my Superman. // Save me, here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching "He's Just Not That Into You" and having heart-to-hearts with certain individuals, I've been thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my friends are guys. Great guys. I love 'em to death. But sometimes they can be such jackasses. No, not to me (usually), because they know better, but to other girls. Girls who actually give a shit [I think]. A lot of times my boys will talk to me about their problems and even though they're my friends, often I can sympathize with the girls. I understand how they hurt. And it seems like these fools never take that into account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear they're good guys. And that’s part of the reason why this pisses me off so much. How many times have they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; told me over and over again: "Ger, you just need to find a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good guy&lt;/span&gt;.. blah blah blah" or some variation of that? What bothers me is that they are so damn hypocritical about it. They sit there and preach to me about finding a “good guy” who won’t treat me like shit. And trust, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;deserve&lt;/span&gt; one and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;theoretically find one. But then they say these things then turn around and do the same crap they claim is "unforgivable" when done to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s face it, we girls are screwed. Not only are these "nice guys" hard to find (and I’m never really attracted to them), but good guys can and will treat girls like shit too. "Nice" is not 24/7/365. And people/circumstances/things change. It’s how life goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've said it before and I'm not afraid to acknowledge that it works both ways. To be honest, if I were a guy, I’d probably be considered shady too. So I don’t know how much I can talk. Neither party is innocent. Girls do their fair share of messed up things to guys. I've heard some incredible horror stories. Eesh. I try to avoid being  like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;, but relationships are not easy. And frankly, I'm not always nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just try to keep in mind that everyone is looking for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; person. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The one&lt;/span&gt;. If I'm not it for someone, that’s fine. I’ll live. It might hurt at the time, but it won't change how they see me. Conversely, if someone thinks I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it &lt;/span&gt;and I feel otherwise, that's not a feeling I can change instantly.. no matter how much I don't want to hurt them. I know we might be kind of young to think about it, but it’s in the back of our heads, whether we want someone to be that one or just scared because we don’t want to find that one just yet. It’s hard to explain and I’m probably not doing it well. But basically, it’s ok if a guy doesn’t want me, I know another one will. I’m not trying to sound cocky, it’s just true. And the same goes for everyone, someone else will come along. Things happen for a reason and life goes on. Lesson learned. Move on (or try). Sometimes we’re so blinded by our emotions that we forget this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bothers me is how some people go about things. Just know and really think about how your actions are hurting someone you supposedly care(d) about. How it makes us feel not good enough or like less of a person. Or makes us feel like our time, effort, and emotions were for nothing. Wasted. Pointless. I know stuff happens, but please be considerate. Lord knows I’m no expert. Who is? But think of how you'd feel if the tables were turned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends aren’t there to be experts. They’re there to be there. To be friends. I know this. And they are just trying to smack some sense into me. But “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The heart has reasons that reason cannot know&lt;/span&gt;.” Sometimes it’s just really hard to stop feeling a certain way, even when you know it’s bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've written the longest post of life, it's clear I have too many thoughts in my head and too much time on my hands. Who knows? I probably shouldn't be talking. I'm selfish and a hypocrite. Things are easier said than done. And you find yourself on both sides of this problem. But I truly believe that it will all turn out just fine if you just let things fall into place. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;As we all know, the heart is the center of the body but it beats on the &lt;i&gt;left&lt;/i&gt;; maybe that's the reason why the heart is not always &lt;i&gt;right&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-5296737665804448252?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/5296737665804448252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/02/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/5296737665804448252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/5296737665804448252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/02/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts.'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-5814337784007317203</id><published>2009-02-04T13:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:24:20.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a fan. Maybe one day someone will change my mind, but for the past few years (and right now), it's not so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're single, you feel it. And it does not feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in a relationship, there's a lot of pressure. And your wallet feels it. But I suppose this is one of the better situations to be in on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the people who are "dating" or "talking" or in a fake/pseudo relationship (or something just as complicated).  Being in this kind of situation is even worse! It's awkward and you don't know what to do! Do I get my hopes up? Do I get them something? Is it assuming too much to think that I should or shouldn't do something? Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a real valentine since sophomore year of high school. And I felt bad because I didn't want him to be my valentine. Junior and Senior year, nothing. Freshman year of college, my friend's boyfriend brought her single friends candy. That was nice. Second year, nothing. Third year, I get a text and a phone call from a fool in Northern Virginia (while I was in Charlottesville). Last year, I sent a pretty awesome package to Iraq. In return I got an email: "I just wanted to say "Happy Valentine's Day" and sorry I didn't get you anything but I'll make it up to you." Side note:: he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thing is, why create such high expectations for this one day? Because Hallmark said so?! The guy should want to do something nice, not because he feels its his obligation because it's February 14th, but because he wants to make me feel special one day. And moreover, I think they should show me they care everyday. But some prove that even that is too difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So I'm bitter. Whatever haha. End rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-5814337784007317203?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/5814337784007317203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/5814337784007317203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/5814337784007317203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-2319562049647903148</id><published>2009-01-28T14:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:26:21.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's frrrreeeezing!</title><content type='html'>I'm a glutton for emotional pain. I swear I set myself up sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather doesn't help. Mother Nature can be cruel. Ruining my plans. I miss high school. On days like today and yesterday, I'd be outside playing in the snow. Then after thawing and having warm food, I'd be parked in front of the TV or PS2. Now, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this piece is great. I suggest you youtube it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.O.W. :: Alicia Keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a prisoner&lt;br /&gt;Of words unsaid&lt;br /&gt;Just lonely feelings&lt;br /&gt;Locked away in my head&lt;br /&gt;I trap myself further&lt;br /&gt;Every time I stay quiet&lt;br /&gt;I should start to speak&lt;br /&gt;But I stop and stay silent&lt;br /&gt;And now I've made&lt;br /&gt;My own hard bed&lt;br /&gt;Inside a prison of words unsaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a P.O.W.&lt;br /&gt;Not a prisoner of war&lt;br /&gt;A prisoner of words&lt;br /&gt;Like a soldier&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fighter&lt;br /&gt;Yet only a puppet&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I only say&lt;br /&gt;What you wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 255);"&gt;Could you take it if I came clear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or would you rather see me&lt;br /&gt;Stoned on a drug of complacency and compromise&lt;br /&gt;M.I.A.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what I am&lt;br /&gt;Scraping this cold earth&lt;br /&gt;For a piece of myself&lt;br /&gt;For peace in myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be easier if you put me in jail&lt;br /&gt;If you locked me away&lt;br /&gt;I'd have someone to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But these bars of steel are of my making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They surround my mind&lt;br /&gt;And have me shaking&lt;br /&gt;My hands are cuffed behind my back&lt;br /&gt;I'm a prisoner of the worst kind, in fact&lt;br /&gt;A prisoner of compromise&lt;br /&gt;A prisoner of compassion&lt;br /&gt;A prisoner of kindness&lt;br /&gt;A prisoner of expectation&lt;br /&gt;A prisoner of my youth&lt;br /&gt;Run too fast to be old&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten what I was told&lt;br /&gt;Ain't I a sight to behold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prisoner of age dying to be young&lt;br /&gt;To my head is my hand with a gun&lt;br /&gt;And it's cold and it's hard&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;When you've caged youself&lt;br /&gt;By holding your tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a prisoner&lt;br /&gt;Of words unsaid&lt;br /&gt;Just lonely feelings&lt;br /&gt;Locked away in my head&lt;br /&gt;It's like solitary confinement&lt;br /&gt;Every time I stay quiet&lt;br /&gt;I should start to speak&lt;br /&gt;But I stop and stay silent&lt;br /&gt;And now I've made&lt;br /&gt;My own hard bed&lt;br /&gt;Inside a prison of words unsaid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-2319562049647903148?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/2319562049647903148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-frrrreeeezing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/2319562049647903148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/2319562049647903148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-frrrreeeezing.html' title='It&apos;s frrrreeeezing!'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870881755197187189.post-7674881761973149871</id><published>2009-01-09T16:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:29:17.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Summer,</title><content type='html'>I miss you. A LOT. Please hurry up and get to Northern Virginia ASAP. I realize it's only January. But I'm really not a big fan of the cold. Apparently, neither is my immune system. I guess it's bearable when you're looking forward to snow. Clean snow. Not the snow that gets all dirty, salty, and gross after the snowplows have had their way with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tolerate winter, and if there is one thing I can appreciate about this weather, it's boots. And maybe cute jackets. But I miss tube tops and sundresses. And "no pants days". Those are a little more difficult to deal with. Especially if you have to step outside. And I really don't like pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, you bring more excitement to my life. More things to do with friends. Amusement Parks. Beach trips. Better [and cheaper] date ideas. More hours of sunlight. The list goes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please, start pushing our friend Spring out the door. I'd really appreciate it. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870881755197187189-7674881761973149871?l=achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/feeds/7674881761973149871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-summer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/7674881761973149871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870881755197187189/posts/default/7674881761973149871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achillpilltoomany.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-summer.html' title='Dear Summer,'/><author><name>Ger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406583724845182510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvgWELygGC0/SWe5U5-W_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D6tYzhZnuHQ/s1600-R/n1518617_38039947_3779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
