<?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-5154602</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:20:36.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OooOOooo scaaaary Shiiit!</title><subtitle type='html'>*slurp slurp slurp* will you STOP that disgusting slurping? YOU DISGUSTING SLURPING FEEDING ANIMAL! Feeding yourself, just feeding yourself, what would it matter, to you ior to ANYONE, you stopped. Feeding. and DIED? 
- Angels in America</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>193</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-108784109439462318</id><published>2004-06-21T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T10:29:16.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEAH.... i have been meaning to tell you peeps im there now... no worries you havent missed much... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.livejournal.com/users/izelfairie/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-108784109439462318?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/108784109439462318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/108784109439462318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108784109439462318' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-108694432130880001</id><published>2004-06-11T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T01:58:41.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah... i disappeared for awhile... but i had finals and work, and stress, and drama... you know how my life is... but i am not gonna talk about that.... all i want say is that i hate inconsiderate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY i have seen it twice. For the love of Pete its FINALS week.... so SHUT THE FUCK UP! (Yes, i am done but i know better than to play my music so loud that you feel eveything vibrating.) Earlier today there was this guy playing his music real loud while he was moving out of his apt... some girl walked out of her apt and told him to turn his shit off becuase she still had to study. And then like an hour ago our RA knocked on my door becuase my roomie  had her music on all loud... At 1AM! sheesh! I was happy she got yelled at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... im done for now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-108694432130880001?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/108694432130880001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/108694432130880001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108694432130880001' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-108628058199665251</id><published>2004-06-03T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T09:36:21.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You guessed it, Marcy -- it's your daily horoscope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANCER:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Thursday, June  3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly suggestion: Considering that creating a rapprochement between two&lt;br /&gt;polarized parties could consume a fair bit of time that could otherwise be&lt;br /&gt;employed elsewhere, it would seem that the better part of valor (and wisdom) is&lt;br /&gt;to chill, relax, be cool and not allow yourself to be swept up in another's&lt;br /&gt;emotional or professional tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-108628058199665251?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/108628058199665251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/108628058199665251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108628058199665251' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-108596335746527350</id><published>2004-05-30T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T17:29:17.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here i am sitting at my desk trying to think about ideas for my set, and out of the blue i got images of my near drowning experience when i was 10... hmmm i bet you NONE of you knew that about me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Maybe becuase no one has ever bothered to ask me about my childhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll understand me more. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-108596335746527350?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/108596335746527350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/108596335746527350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108596335746527350' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-108594831596060234</id><published>2004-05-30T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T13:18:35.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have absolutely NO desire to work on my model... i need creative energy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-108594831596060234?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/108594831596060234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/108594831596060234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108594831596060234' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-108585991638854910</id><published>2004-05-29T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T12:45:16.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/Medox/1061317335_zbardotpic.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x88a5204)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Brigitte Bardot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Medox/quizzes/What%20Classic%20Pin-Up%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Classic Pin-Up Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-108585991638854910?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/108585991638854910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/108585991638854910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108585991638854910' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-108585802624191538</id><published>2004-05-29T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T12:13:46.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have had the WEIRDEST dreams in this past week. I believe that dreams do that. They "tell"  you something. Maybe its a sign of creativity or maybe i do know what they are telling me and i refuse to allow myslef to believe its reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream #1: The night after i wrote that REALLY long post i dreamt that i was about to confront a person who was upsetting me. She had no face, or she did but i really couldnt tell who it was. I had 7 diffferent enounters with her. And everytime i could'nt get myself to tell her how much she has hurt me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;analysis: I think that my opening up in that journal might have triggered other thoughts and possible people who have hurt me in the past years. (but lets not get into that ... or i'll cry again.) And i think the confrontations might have been triggered by reading a play called "Hamletmachine" in which, Hamlet and Ophelia have 5 different confrontations and nothing gets resolved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream #2:  i dont remember all the details, but prety much i dreamt that i had sex with a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analysis: I have NO idea. I think that i might of had this dream after i had sex with sam. And the fact that possibly the emotions of that moment with him were transferrred to this faceless female. And possibly that I have been so disillusioned with the male gender that the thought of a female could be a better option. Maybe i'm secretly a lesbian? who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream #3: This was last night and what made me write this entry. I don't remember all the details but i think my dream started at work. I was a guest at Sea World and i was like "whatever" and then i saw my old supervisor, and apparently she had been moved back to our area and she was there doing her job. In my dream the shop had gotten new merchandise and she was looking at it. And told me about these new crystal shipmenats we got in. ANd hoe they dang to you when you lifted the piece. There was this beautiful fairie crystal thingy. i wanted to steal it SOOOO Bad. But i didnt. Somehow magically i went from Sea World to this canyon like thing. ANd i was hiking to get somewhere. Where? apparently in search for a guy. This guy shall remain nameless becuase i dont to feed his ego (if he is reading this). Now i had knowlege that he is seeing someone buti still wanted to see him. So i did. Prety much we ended having hot passionate sex. I was a happy person, but then i knew that what i had doenw as wrong. And then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analysis: I do know and dont. The work thing was weird to be honest except for the fact that i'm still bitter about the promotion. And the guy thing, WELL... ummmm i dont want to get into it, but it is maybe that i miss this guy and what we had before things fizzled out. And also i talked to him last night and it just triggered everything about him that i had forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.. my dreams... WEIRD shit. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-108585802624191538?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/108585802624191538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/108585802624191538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108585802624191538' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-108585600370986644</id><published>2004-05-29T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T11:40:03.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pernicious \pur-NISH-us\, adjective:&lt;br /&gt;   Highly injurious; deadly; destructive; exceedingly harmful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-108585600370986644?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/108585600370986644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/108585600370986644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108585600370986644' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-108564633092802257</id><published>2004-05-27T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T01:25:30.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: Dont take this personal. i am having a bad night. I needed to vent. You know what im talking about? When all THOSE thoughts are in your head when you have time to think? AND you slightly overanalyze everything? Yeah thats what this post is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be Happy or Not.... THAT my friend is the question...&lt;br /&gt;So... i dont get it. Who ever said that "College are the best years of your life?" Becuase umm they must of gone to a good college... UCSD is DEFINATLY not the time of your life. I so agree with my May May. Ever since i have started school here at this "Fine" Insttitue i have been nothing but depreessed. I lost my virginity, i gained 30 lbs, and i have gaiend and lost many aquaintences (and sometimes regained them), and gotten drunk many times. &lt;br /&gt;So i thought maybe that my first quarter here was a sign but NOOOOO... i continued. I changed majors, and YES theatre did make me happy... to a certain degree. I became depressed. i dated, and dated, and dated, and NOTHING! Nothing made me fucking happy. Then i met Sam. I thought that for sure he would make thinsg better. I fell in love with a wonderful man. ANd yet, i continued to be depressed (gained more weight). So i broke up with him becuase i thought he was holding me down. &lt;br /&gt;I joined a sorority. In hope as a last resort that things would brighten up. It worked for a couple of weeks. I was a happy camper. But shit hit the fan too soon. And then i got PARANOID and thought that the world was agaisnt me and HATED me. Now what the fuck could of given me that idea? Who knows. &lt;br /&gt;I disappaered from my sisters. For a LONG time, becuase i thought they hated me, i secluded myself from work becuase i did find out that some did dislike me. I even secluded and mistreated the ONE person who cares so deeply about me. (i'm so sorry sam) AND for what? &lt;br /&gt;Yeah thats what i thought. &lt;br /&gt;I was becoming this monster, and no one knew it, nor did i. Nobody seemed to care enough to know how i was doing or how i TRUELY felt about things. Only one person tried, and yet i couldnt open up to my May. She knew something was up, but how can she help when i couldnt figure out my shit?&lt;br /&gt;The stress, the fucking stress. It doesn't help me or no one at that. &lt;br /&gt;I like to hide alot of my feelings. i know how i am and its a moneter waiting to become unleashed... some one stop it before its too late...&lt;br /&gt;Things were suddenly becoming brighter, but of course its my luck that somethng goes wrong. &lt;br /&gt;I fucking HATE selfish people! They piss me off! &lt;br /&gt;HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how people think im full of shit. That whatever comes out of my mouth its BS. &lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;I want to know. i really do, when was there a rule established that i cant have a sucky life?&lt;br /&gt;It CANT always be perfect. i too have issues. SORRY that my parents arent divorced, SORRY that im getting an education, SORRY that no one has died in my immediate family, SORRY i have not been raped/molested, SORRY that no one dear to me is an alcoholic or druggie, SORRY that the "system" didnt raise me.... geezes! &lt;br /&gt;My issues may not be as bad ... but they are there. Maybe they are bad and i just dont share. Why? &lt;br /&gt;NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE. whenever i try to REALLY open up i get shut down...&lt;br /&gt;so what's the point of having a friend, if it only seems like a one sided relationship? &lt;br /&gt;Yeah... UCSD depresses me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-108564633092802257?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/108564633092802257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/108564633092802257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108564633092802257' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-108066780431584210</id><published>2004-03-30T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T09:33:34.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grandiloquent \gran-DIL-uh-kwuhnt\, adjective:&lt;br /&gt;   Lofty in style; pompous; bombastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     He  became more than usually grandiloquent as if to make up&lt;br /&gt;     for the years of silence with words of gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-108066780431584210?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/108066780431584210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/108066780431584210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108066780431584210' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-108023813314498979</id><published>2004-03-25T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T10:12:17.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/francescadez/1063165786_slatintoga.jpg" border="0" alt="Scroll in your toga?"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Estne volumen in toga, an solum tibi libet me&lt;br&gt;videre?&lt;br /&gt;"Is that a scroll in your toga, or are you&lt;br&gt;just glad to see me?"&lt;br /&gt;You're smooth, okay, but you also need a&lt;br&gt;girlfriend.  Bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/francescadez/quizzes/Which%20Weird%20Latin%20Phrase%20Are%20You%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Weird Latin Phrase Are You? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-108023813314498979?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/108023813314498979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/108023813314498979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108023813314498979' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-10798091911910458</id><published>2004-03-20T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T11:03:09.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>salad days, noun:&lt;br /&gt;   A time of youthful inexperience, innocence, or indiscretion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Those  were  his salad days, and he thought they might last&lt;br /&gt;     forever.&lt;br /&gt;     --David Gergen, " 'They Love You. Watch Out,' " [1]New York&lt;br /&gt;     Times, February 2, 1997&lt;br /&gt;     _________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Salad  days was coined by Shakespeare in Antony and Cleopatra:&lt;br /&gt;   "My salad days,/ When I was green in judgment, cold in blood."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-10798091911910458?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/10798091911910458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/10798091911910458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#10798091911910458' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107963774784231993</id><published>2004-03-18T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T11:25:42.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FREEDOM!!!! at last... i am done with this horrible quarter.... i really hated it so much... and even though my friendships with May and Kate became stronger (thanks girls for keeping me sane) it was such a terrible quarter for me academically, emotionally, and physically. i almost went crazy. i dont understand why i felt like this. it shouldnt have been such a bad quarter ya know? UGH..... like my playwrtiing class it started off so rocky... but eventuallly it got better... my Theatre history class started off pretty well... but after the midterm everything went downhill... same with my AIDS class... it sarted off decent... and then BLAH! it became an evil class! and then... i was trying to stay away from boys... and i had been successful for a whole month... and then i had to meet a boy... and it was aorund the time everything was going bad... and yeah.... shit sucked ass.... but i think things with him are good now... i  hope.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRAMA... yeah im a theatre major but it doesnt mean i need drama in my life... i would definatly say that "no more drama" was a theme song not just for me but for May and Kate as well.... i DONT need drama!!!! and i dont need people to add to it either.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.... i also met other people along this rocky road... helped me out... like Kioshi... hehe ..... your such a cool guy... we need to hangout next week.... if your not working too hard with your new job. and i met Mike (teehee) .... and ummm.... i met Jason and Russel (from bio class) you guys made that class a little more bearable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywyas.... a shoutout to all my Rho's! for those of you who havent finished finals GOOD LUCK!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! The taste of freedom... smells so good! to new beginnings! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107963774784231993?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107963774784231993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107963774784231993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107963774784231993' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107938471962588439</id><published>2004-03-15T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T13:08:31.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA... i was distracted by this article about the most stolen cars... here are the top ten lists... for this year and 2002:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the NICB top ten list—the number in parentheses is the model year most stolen: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.	Toyota Camry (1989)&lt;br /&gt;2.	Honda Accord (1994)&lt;br /&gt;3.	Honda Civic (2000)&lt;br /&gt;4.	Chevrolet Full-Size Pickup (1992)&lt;br /&gt;5.	Ford F-Series Pickup (1997)&lt;br /&gt;6.	Jeep Cherokee/Grand Cherokee (1993)&lt;br /&gt;7.	Oldsmobile Cutlass (1986)&lt;br /&gt;8.	Dodge Caravan (1994)&lt;br /&gt;9.	Ford Taurus (1996)&lt;br /&gt;10.	Toyota Corolla (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This study is based on some 1.2 million motor vehicles reported stolen to the NICB in 2002 by law enforcement agencies nationwide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CCC's most-stolen vehicles for 2002 are as follows: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.	1989 Toyota Camry&lt;br /&gt;2.	1991 Toyota Camry&lt;br /&gt;3.	1990 Toyota Camry&lt;br /&gt;4.	2000 Honda Civic Si&lt;br /&gt;5.	1994 Honda Accord EX&lt;br /&gt;6.	1994 Chevrolet C1500 4X2&lt;br /&gt;7.	1995 Honda Accord EX&lt;br /&gt;8.	1988 Toyota Camry&lt;br /&gt;9.	1994 Honda Accord LX&lt;br /&gt;10.	1996 Honda Accord LX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107938471962588439?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107938471962588439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107938471962588439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107938471962588439' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107938011754383471</id><published>2004-03-15T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T11:51:48.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well he we are again..... ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well why am i here? becuase its finals week and i rather not be studying... fuck im so screwed. Anyways... so i had good times nnot studying.... hehe...Mays 21st birthday party was this past saturday... GOOD TIMES... at least that is what i thought. i have to admit that i was plastered... which by the way is the first time... usually im buzzed and not drunk... people think im drunk... but yeah.... Mays party was it. I mean seriuosly.... i didnt have THAT much to drink and i was GONE. I rememeber that at one point the wine i was drinking tasted like water... everything after that had no taste to it. I even ate salsa... and couldnt tell it was spicy.... HAHAHA... yeah... like i said though... i had a great time. People say i was at my happiest... which i was... i dont remember when was the last time i was THAT happy. teehee... i dont remember much... but i know i met a cool guy named Mike. i hope to hang out with him sometime after finals. And i still think its sucky that CERTAIN people didnt go. Oh wells. shit happens. The party was great.. and eveything went well.... I told you May... it would be good you goof! :) I love ya May! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note.... i have noticed that i have been listening to Alanis Morrisette again... thats usually a sign that i annoyed with something or someone... hmmm.... who knows... i think i know i just dotn wanna say.... but here is the song that i feel fits me with my current mood :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I Would Be Good &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good even if i did nothing &lt;br /&gt;that I would be good even if i got the thumbs down &lt;br /&gt;that I would be good if I got and stayed sick &lt;br /&gt;that I would be good even if I gained ten pounds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i would be fine even even if I went bankrupt &lt;br /&gt;that i would be good if I lost my hair and my youth &lt;br /&gt;that i would be great if I was no longer queen &lt;br /&gt;that i would be grand if i was not all knowing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i would be loved even when i numb myself &lt;br /&gt;that i would be good even when i am overwhelmed &lt;br /&gt;that i would be loved even when i was fuming &lt;br /&gt;that i would be good even if i was clingy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i would be good even if i lost sanity &lt;br /&gt;that i would be good &lt;br /&gt;whether with or without you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;withour without you.... THAT is the question.... FUCK finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107938011754383471?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107938011754383471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107938011754383471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107938011754383471' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107893977582229900</id><published>2004-03-10T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T09:32:40.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all i want to say: HAPPY (belated) 20th BIRTHDAY Kate! (March 8) You are so cute and sweet and kind. And im aorry about monday. But whatever... evrything in the end turned out well! :). Second of all: HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY My MAY MAY!(thats today)  YAY! now you can whatevr you want! and you can buy my some alky while you are at it. I read your blog already misssy..... stop being all sad and shit.. its your fucking birthday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.... on a different note... this week has been filled with so much drama. i dont remember half of it... but whatever... point is that everything seems to be doing ok now. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a HUGE pimple below my lips on the right side (my right) its HUGE i tell you. yucky... i hate pimples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got drunk last night... oh yeah... that was good times... im such a horny/happy drunk. teehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am currently in my THHS 12 class (lecture) it is so boring... blah... it is giving me a headache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... anything else... oh yeah... im excited! i gonna live with kate and maybe pam next year off campus... YAY... a real apt... that should be fun fun fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that is it for now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107893977582229900?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107893977582229900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107893977582229900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107893977582229900' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107860544061059117</id><published>2004-03-06T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T12:40:19.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is too funny.... but i would have to say that its pretty damn close to me... i always did consider myself a "social butterfly".... and man i do need attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/lighthousepm/1071802541_uresSocial.JPG" border="0" alt="HASH(0x89278b4)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Social Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Jobs:  You need a job where you have control&lt;br&gt;and get attention .You would make a good&lt;br&gt;lawyer, politican, model, dancer, artist, or&lt;br&gt;psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;Your love interest will become your willing and&lt;br&gt;devoted slave.  They will treat you like a king&lt;br&gt;or queen.  You will order, they will obey.  If&lt;br&gt;they displease you in anyway, they will be&lt;br&gt;destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;Your dream guy=Peter Parker from Spiderman&lt;br /&gt;Your dream girl=Jean Grey from the XMen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Likely...&lt;br /&gt;You most likely...&lt;br /&gt;Are a Aquarius, Ares, or Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy crude humor&lt;br /&gt;Prefer comedy movies with sick jokes&lt;br /&gt;Often feel neglected by at least one of your&lt;br&gt;parents&lt;br /&gt;Feel like no one takes you seriously&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy MTV shows that deal with people's relations&lt;br&gt;to one another-like Real World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends: Social Butterflies, Villians,&lt;br&gt;Creators&lt;br /&gt;Love Interests: Creators&lt;br /&gt;Enemies: Planners, Child, Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/lighthousepm/quizzes/%20%20COMPLETE~~With%20Text%20Images~~The%20Super%20Ultimate%20%20Personality%20Quiz%3A%20Who%20are%20you%3F%20(With%20long%20answers!)%20All%20answers%20available%2C%20including%20your%20ideal%20job%2C%20ideal%20love%20interest%2C%20and%20more%20all%20in%20one%20answer!/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;  COMPLETE~~With Text Images~~The Super Ultimate  Personality Quiz: Who are you? (With long answers!) All answers available, including your ideal job, ideal love interest, and more all in one answer!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107860544061059117?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107860544061059117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107860544061059117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107860544061059117' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107833865603844089</id><published>2004-03-03T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T10:33:51.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>invective \in-VEK-tiv\, noun:&lt;br /&gt;   1. An abusive expression or speech; a vehement verbal attack.&lt;br /&gt;   2. Insulting or abusive language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107833865603844089?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107833865603844089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107833865603844089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107833865603844089' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107825408535179240</id><published>2004-03-02T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T11:04:19.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This song actually French... but i found an english translation... i feel its very fitting... i have felt this before may times.... and i still feel it... sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Grid - Tu Es Foutu (You Promised Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised me&lt;br /&gt;Just me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised me the moon and the&lt;br /&gt;sun, the birds in the sky&lt;br /&gt;You promised me a wonderful life, they were only lies&lt;br /&gt;You promised me all diamonds and pearls that I never got&lt;br /&gt;You promised me red roses and gold but soon you forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised me&lt;br /&gt;Just me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised me I could be your queen and you'd be my king&lt;br /&gt;You promised me a white wedding dress, where is the ring?&lt;br /&gt;You promised me your tender caress your kisses at night&lt;br /&gt;So try to show it wasn't in vein coz I'm wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised me&lt;br /&gt;Just me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu Es Foutu&lt;br /&gt;Tu tu tu tu tu tu&lt;br /&gt;Tu tu tu tu tu tu&lt;br /&gt;Tu tu tu tu tu tu&lt;br /&gt;Tu tu tu tu tu tu&lt;br /&gt;Tu Es Foutu&lt;br /&gt;Tu tu tu tu tu tu&lt;br /&gt;Tu tu tu tu tu tu&lt;br /&gt;Tu tu tu tu tu tu&lt;br /&gt;Tu tu tu tu tu tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do with my life&lt;br /&gt;But I know my rule is no second chance&lt;br /&gt;You promised me&lt;br /&gt;You promised me&lt;br /&gt;You promised me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu Es Foutu&lt;br /&gt;Tu tu tu tu tu tu&lt;br /&gt;Tu tu tu tu tu tu&lt;br /&gt;Tu tu tu tu tu tu&lt;br /&gt;Tu tu tu tu tu tu&lt;br /&gt;Tu Es Foutu&lt;br /&gt;Tu tu tu tu tu tu&lt;br /&gt;Tu tu tu tu tu tu&lt;br /&gt;Tu tu tu tu tu tu&lt;br /&gt;Tu tu tu tu tu tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised me&lt;br /&gt;Tu Es Foutu&lt;br /&gt;You promised me&lt;br /&gt;Tu Es Foutu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107825408535179240?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107825408535179240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107825408535179240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107825408535179240' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107820641633079901</id><published>2004-03-01T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T21:49:49.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pleonasm \PLEE-uh-naz-uhm\, noun:&lt;br /&gt;   1.  The  use  of  more  words than are necessary to express an&lt;br /&gt;   idea; as, "I saw it with my own eyes."&lt;br /&gt;   2. An instance or example of pleonasm.&lt;br /&gt;   3. A superfluous word or expression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107820641633079901?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107820641633079901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107820641633079901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107820641633079901' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107816266501470242</id><published>2004-03-01T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T09:40:37.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so ready to die now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? becuase i am officially tired of school.... im sitting in lecture not lsitening... you know why? becuase the BITCH Maya is lecturing.... not the prof (the prof is a boring lecturer.... but i rather listen to her then this bitch) Maya.... why do i dislike her so much? oh thats becuase she was my TA last quarter and i ended up dropping the class becuase she was failing me for being dumb... i know that im not imcompetant. *sighs* she has a way of teaching... like she expects you to be on her intellectual level and nothing below that... she makes you feel injferior. Right now i am sort of listening to what she is saying.... i feel stupid... i just read this play and even wrote part of my paper on it. And i dont think i had what she just said in there... i am so srewed.... i gonna fail this class now... maybe section wont be too bad. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107816266501470242?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107816266501470242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107816266501470242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107816266501470242' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107803500483287095</id><published>2004-02-28T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T22:12:55.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/wgryph/quizzes/What%20Finding%20Nemo%20Character%20are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/wgryph/1054595074_ndoryframe.gif" border="0" alt="You are DORY!"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Finding Nemo Character are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107803500483287095?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107803500483287095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107803500483287095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107803500483287095' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107784825114751440</id><published>2004-02-26T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T18:20:18.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so what does marcy do best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right... i procastinate!!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what happens when i do this? Well.... i get angry and annoyed and think that the world is against me... and that nobody LOVES me and all that BS. Teehee... oh fucking well.... i know you all love me. ;) I am in a good mood right noe anyways. i dont want it ruined. But i know that deep down somehow it will be. I mean.... i have been quite stressed and bitter all week. And finally somthing great happens to me academically. I know i was bitter on tuesday becuase of my play not getting read. But it truly was well worth it becuase i had people read the play before hand. And quite frankly... i wasnt expecting a good read for 2 reasons. 1: becuase the people in our class cannot act well. and 2: becuase i didnt think my play was THAT funny. i just knew that it kep your attention. welll i have to say iw as wrong. People read azmazingly well. And people were on the floor laughing ... even my TA thought it was funny. It was GREAT! it is a great  feeling.... i feel like i was fed alot of energy.... my drive is back... or least it feels like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.... so THAT is why i am happy... but like i said... the day isnt over yet... and i should start writing that fucking paper. UGH! here is to the night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107784825114751440?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107784825114751440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107784825114751440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107784825114751440' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107778002532428595</id><published>2004-02-25T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T23:23:11.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nyrata/1073835631_gAnime1022.JPG" border="0" alt="flowers"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You came from the flowers. Innocent, cute, you see&lt;br&gt;the world in a rainbow colored perpective.&lt;br&gt;Happy, but sometimes a bit foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nyrata/quizzes/Where%20did%20you%20come%20from%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Where did you come from?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107778002532428595?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107778002532428595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107778002532428595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107778002532428595' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107772908314140306</id><published>2004-02-25T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T09:14:09.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL... this word... is a WORD! Unbelievable! i think it may be appropiate to me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flibbertigibbet \FLIB-ur-tee-jib-it\, noun:&lt;br /&gt;   A  silly, flighty, or scatterbrained person, especially a pert&lt;br /&gt;   young woman with such qualities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107772908314140306?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107772908314140306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107772908314140306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107772908314140306' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107767590512698707</id><published>2004-02-24T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T18:27:50.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UPDATE: The toothache has been gone for a couple of says now. Thank goodness... on the down side... i just realized that i have my next dentist appointment this friday morning. I am so not looking for to it. Dad says i should just get it pulled out. I dont know what i want. i do like having my teeth. *Sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate school I really do. I think i might take May's offer to jump off the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished my play. I am so annoyed though. I stressed like massively over it. And for what? I didnt get to go becuase fucking Tess over wrote hers. Her freaking play lasted 50 min! it was only supposed to be 30! GUH! i was mad. all that for nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Tom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107767590512698707?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107767590512698707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107767590512698707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107767590512698707' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107748447356196812</id><published>2004-02-22T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T13:17:15.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mmmm.... yes.... i LOVE gettinn drunk. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107748447356196812?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107748447356196812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107748447356196812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107748447356196812' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107730215893554905</id><published>2004-02-20T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T10:38:39.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im back... and i promised to write more.... (so May won't complain) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm... yeah currently... My fucking tooth is killing me. DAMNIT!!! i thought that i wouldnt have to feel it again. Its like all the shit the dentist did to me was NOTHING! and some of you know just the exact pain i went throuhg. They should of just pulled it. i have to go back on the 27th anyways.. .but still.... GUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sighs* on another annoyed note.... right now i went to "fix" my necklace... im wearing the cute fairy necklace May gave me... and guess what? THE FAIRY ISNT THERE!!!!  now i have to find it. FUCK! this is annoying... becuase now ill be afraid that when i find it... that i might lose it easily in the public... and then i'll cry... boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see... what else is pissing me off... *thinks* hmmm... well i got a million more things.... SCHOOL!!!! ugh!! i wont even go there... i'll complain until my hands hurt... i need my fingers still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people have been pissing me off too. hahahaha.... people like TA's, parents, Ex'es and "others". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention my tooth hurts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... i'll stop being negative... i have positive things to say... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that have kept me sane(in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;1. May&lt;br /&gt;2. Some Guy... Named Tom&lt;br /&gt;3. Sugar&lt;br /&gt;4. Sleeping in for once!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Music that i have downloaded thanks to Tom.&lt;br /&gt;6. Friends that put up with my shit... you all know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;7. Not going to work.&lt;br /&gt;8. Cuddling.&lt;br /&gt;9. My fish. &lt;br /&gt;10. Phi Lambda Rho.&lt;br /&gt;11. Flowers that i have received for no reason... none were V-DAY associated.&lt;br /&gt;12. My mommy... she made tamales.&lt;br /&gt;13. My niece... MUAHHAHAHAH we won the custody battle!&lt;br /&gt;14. The thought of wanting to be a pig.&lt;br /&gt;15. Getting my money back that my Bro borrowed last month. &lt;br /&gt;16. Faries.&lt;br /&gt;17. Did i mention cuddling? mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;18. Massages.&lt;br /&gt;19. Stars.&lt;br /&gt;20. My laptop... I am sooo glad i got you back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. you get the point? iight. i am done for noe. becuase i have to get ready for some interviews and then class... and then i'll work on my paper. And then... we will see. &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/5154602-107730215893554905?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107730215893554905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107730215893554905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107730215893554905' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107720437988751107</id><published>2004-02-19T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T07:29:01.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>inscrutable \in-SKROO-tuh-buhl\, adjective:&lt;br /&gt;   Difficult  to  fathom or understand; difficult to be explained&lt;br /&gt;   or  accounted  for  satisfactorily; obscure; incomprehensible;&lt;br /&gt;   impenetrable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107720437988751107?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107720437988751107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107720437988751107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107720437988751107' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107717828591331694</id><published>2004-02-19T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T00:14:03.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sleep is good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107717828591331694?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107717828591331694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107717828591331694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107717828591331694' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107706754009937849</id><published>2004-02-17T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T17:28:15.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a great weekend.... enough said. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107706754009937849?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107706754009937849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107706754009937849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107706754009937849' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107691966304126321</id><published>2004-02-16T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T00:23:36.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2+2=5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you such a dreamer?&lt;br /&gt;To put the world to rights?&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay home forever&lt;br /&gt;Where two &amp; two always&lt;br /&gt;makes up five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll lay down the tracks&lt;br /&gt;Sandbag &amp; hide&lt;br /&gt;January has April's showers&lt;br /&gt;And two &amp; two always&lt;br /&gt;makes up five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the devil's way now&lt;br /&gt;There is no way out&lt;br /&gt;You can scream &amp; you&lt;br /&gt;can shout&lt;br /&gt;It is too late now&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have not been&lt;br /&gt;paying attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to sing along&lt;br /&gt;I get it all wrong&lt;br /&gt;Ezeepeezeeeezeepeeezee&lt;br /&gt;NOT&lt;br /&gt;I swat em like flies but&lt;br /&gt;Like flies the burgers&lt;br /&gt;Keep coming back&lt;br /&gt;NOT&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not&lt;br /&gt;"All hail to the thief"&lt;br /&gt;"But I am not!"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't question my authority&lt;br /&gt;or put me in the dock"&lt;br /&gt;Cozimnot!&lt;br /&gt;Go &amp; tell the king that&lt;br /&gt;The sky is falling in&lt;br /&gt;When it's not&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ahh diddums.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107691966304126321?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107691966304126321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107691966304126321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107691966304126321' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107691505374455768</id><published>2004-02-15T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T23:06:47.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently listening to: Mays new CD, she made me a new mix... so yeah... it is ALOT better then the previuos one :) YAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107691505374455768?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107691505374455768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107691505374455768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107691505374455768' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107690939405518339</id><published>2004-02-15T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T21:33:47.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Be-lated VDAY to all of them peoples who celebrated... i did... if you wanna count hanging out with your EX and and best friend.... *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired... i fucking hate working 8am shifts.... THEY kill me!!!! fuck... its like all worthless and shit... i mean WTF?i work till 3pm, and then i am all tired and shit... and i come home and pass out on my bed and dont wake up for hours.... so usuallly i'll wake up around now... i hate it! i mean god.... my whole day is wasted.... all becuase of work. and now i have all this work to do and so little time to execute it. at least i am wide awake now... *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry now... as always... anyone care to join me? i have leftover food from last night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would write more... but i need all my energy to write my play....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107690939405518339?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107690939405518339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107690939405518339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107690939405518339' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107626205106960235</id><published>2004-02-08T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T09:43:14.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Interesting Facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hardly seems worth it.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now that's more like it!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out &lt;br /&gt;to the body to squirt blood 30 feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O.M.G.!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;(In my next life, I want to be a pig.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death. (Creepy.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm still not over the pig.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Do not try this at home...! ... maybe at work.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Honey, I'm home. What the....?!") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It's like a human jumping the length of a football field. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(30 minutes... lucky pig... can you imagine??) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lions mate over 50 times a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I still want to be a pig in my next life...quality over quantity) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Something I always wanted to know.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hmmmm mm........) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer &lt;br /&gt;than left-handed people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you're ambidextrous, do you split the difference?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OK, so that would be a good thing....) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat's urine glows under a black light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wonder who was paid to figure that out?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know some people like that.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starfish have no brains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know some people like that too.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polar bears are left-handed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If they switch, they'll live a lot longer.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for &lt;br /&gt;pleasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What about that pig??) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107626205106960235?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107626205106960235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107626205106960235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107626205106960235' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107626181262621141</id><published>2004-02-08T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T09:39:15.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HA!!! i am morpheus!!! god... i wish ... nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel tired and hungry!!! i need my computer back now!!!! NOW! i miss it! i miss it so! *sighs* i am a mess without it! i have no written much in here lately. becuase i just dont know. my hell weeks are almost over and then i can go down to "normal" stress. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR boo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107626181262621141?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107626181262621141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107626181262621141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107626181262621141' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107626168140576102</id><published>2004-02-08T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T09:37:04.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061401756_topdreams2.jpg" border="0" alt="Morpheus"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Morpheus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Of%20The%20Greek%20Gods%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107626168140576102?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107626168140576102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107626168140576102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107626168140576102' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107587557834774947</id><published>2004-02-03T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:21:55.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am BLUE... maybe i should revert to my old screename... it does more justice to my current emotions. *sighs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i blue? well i know what it is.... but i shall not discuss it here. This is a public place and i dont want children to hear what i have to say. Lets just say too many disappointments going on right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm.... there is a scrumptious lemon scone sitting on my desk. it looks delictable. i want to eat it. soooo tempting.... waht should i do? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107587557834774947?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107587557834774947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107587557834774947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107587557834774947' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107579455855680239</id><published>2004-02-02T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T23:51:34.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahaha.... so what does Marcy do she is procastinating? well she comes here of course... but then again i havent really written at all lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: I fianlly got in the sorority. I am officially a RHO'sa.... wooohooo!!! and i have a new nickname which is: IZEL and it means "unique" so ha! yay me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMmmmmm... i hate school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else is new? way too many damn things which i have forgotten. oh wells... i promise to be better at this... i feel tired now... byes for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the record.... yes i like to hide. figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107579455855680239?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107579455855680239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107579455855680239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107579455855680239' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107471784524002605</id><published>2004-01-21T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T12:46:04.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh i hate the stress.... my tummy is giving me a hard time...  *sighs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KARISMA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107471784524002605?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107471784524002605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107471784524002605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107471784524002605' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107436677411722542</id><published>2004-01-17T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T11:17:34.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I hate this fucking game!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I really do. I am so sick of playing. I almost feel like saying: "I want out"... I want out of this game and all games. It is just not fair anymore. I feel so frustrated! I am annoyed! I do not like feeeling like shit. Stupid PMS'ing! Stupid boys! Stupid Un-caring people! Stupid fake people! Stupid AIM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell am I doing here, I don't belong here" Creep- Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So seriously what the hell am I doing here? I almost feel like I'm losing my mind. I feel that everything that I have worked for is losing it's meaning. That it is all &lt;strong&gt;Blah&lt;/strong&gt;... I feel so BLAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Headache wont go away!!! Make it go away! I Feel like I'm on a hangover, but I did not drink last night. I sat in front of my computer and stared at it like a zombie. I made a few phone calls. Only to realize  that making a certian phone call was a mistake. I cried. I cried stupidly.  I did not understand why I did. Or why I even bother to react over such a pathetic thing. I mean c'mon I can do better than this. I can. Yet, I cannot pull myself away from it. So, I went to bed annoyed, which meant that I was going to wake up 10 times worse this morning. I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what you are readiing.... my current anger.  Disregard all the above for I am just babbling. I will return to normalness soon ... I hope. I am just PMS'ing. The End. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry. I should eat now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I Love You May May! I understand that you could not help me last night... that is why it sucks that we both do not have cars. BOO! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107436677411722542?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107436677411722542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107436677411722542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107436677411722542' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107418814974545358</id><published>2004-01-15T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T09:37:41.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Word of the Day for Thursday January 15, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   serendipity \ser-uhn-DIP-uh-tee\, noun:&lt;br /&gt;   The  faculty  or  phenomenon  of  making  fortunate accidental&lt;br /&gt;   discoveries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107418814974545358?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107418814974545358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107418814974545358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107418814974545358' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107401553003693319</id><published>2004-01-13T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T09:40:38.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tergiversation \tuhr-jiv-uhr-SAY-shuhn\, noun:&lt;br /&gt;   1.  The  act  of  practicing  evasion or of being deliberately&lt;br /&gt;   ambiguous.&lt;br /&gt;   2. The act of abandoning a party or cause.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107401553003693319?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107401553003693319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107401553003693319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107401553003693319' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107396933271747877</id><published>2004-01-12T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T20:50:40.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your first name of Marcia has given you a friendly, likeable nature, and you could excel in artistic, dramatic, and musical expression. With this name, you desire the finer things in life, but you do not always have the resolve and vitality to put forth the effort necessary to fulfil your desires. Your emotional feelings are easily affected and you will always be involved in other people's problems as a result of your overly sympathetic nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107396933271747877?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107396933271747877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107396933271747877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107396933271747877' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107396423381567382</id><published>2004-01-12T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T19:25:41.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/RACHELMRAY/1069813149_bfharebell.jpg" border="0" alt="Spring"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Youre the Spring Fairy&gt; you are beautiful happy&lt;br&gt;cheerful, the perfect friend or soulmate.&lt;br&gt;Anyone would love to be in youre pretty Spring&lt;br&gt;fields!! Plaese vote for me as a reward for&lt;br&gt;working so hard on it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/RACHELMRAY/quizzes/Which%20Beautiful%20Amy%20Brown%20Fairy%20Are%20You%3F%20%20(with%20pretty%20pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Beautiful Amy Brown Fairy Are You?  (with pretty pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107396423381567382?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107396423381567382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107396423381567382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107396423381567382' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107394379050997992</id><published>2004-01-12T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T13:44:58.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG... life can be such freaking hell sometimes... i think im starting to believe May...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean... UGH! school has already satrted and i feel like its midterms or something... i'm already stressing like a mofo it is just not fair!!! mommy... i wanna hide in a cave and never come out...  anyways i'm gonna attempt to do my playwriting homework. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107394379050997992?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107394379050997992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107394379050997992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107394379050997992' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107369531699922365</id><published>2004-01-09T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T16:43:40.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg.... that blastedf tooth pain has come back... im starting to feel the cheek swell again! this is not good at all!!! bOOOOOOOoooooOOOOOOOOOooooo!!!! fucking pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my May May and Zenaida!!! yay! you gals are the best people at UCSD... i finally found REAL friends at UCSD... i cant belive its possible! and the best part is that we are all theatre majors! so i can actaully discuss theatre things with them without having to explain too much... teehee... and yesterday was just the best!!! i wish everyday was like yesterday that would make life easier to live with. i mean gosh i cant remember when was the last time i felt that good. i mean i know that in  highschool i was generally happy, but then i hit college.... UCSD (ugh!) and well it seemed that all my energy was sucked out of me like during orientation, so by the time  fall quarter came around most of my "giddyness" was gone... and every year it just gets worse worse... to the point where i have found myself depressed! and its not fun to feel that the world is worthless and what not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy now... and that is what matters. lets see how long this lasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107369531699922365?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107369531699922365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107369531699922365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107369531699922365' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107350258045294883</id><published>2004-01-07T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T11:11:21.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Word of the Day for Wednesday January 7, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   variegated \VAIR-ee-uh-gay-tid\, adjective:&lt;br /&gt;   1.   Having   marks   or  patches  of  different  colors;  as,&lt;br /&gt;   "variegated leaves or flowers."&lt;br /&gt;   2.   Varied;   distinguished   or  characterized  by  variety;&lt;br /&gt;   diversified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107350258045294883?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107350258045294883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107350258045294883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107350258045294883' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107333876088909694</id><published>2004-01-05T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T13:40:59.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oy... need i say more? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past 3 weeks have been insane. i'm tooo tired to care to write anything of any importance. although i wish i could. so much has happened and it would be nice to document it all down... but i cant. i porbably cant even remember what happned like 2 days ago. it is just the way the memory works. all i know is that i have been on major mood swings. and things like that. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... today is the first day of classes for winter quarter.... YUCKY!!! ew!!! i'm not ready for this just yet. ill babble later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107333876088909694?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107333876088909694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107333876088909694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107333876088909694' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107225068537556283</id><published>2003-12-23T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T23:26:48.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow.... thats all i have to say about the past few days... hmmm too lazy to actaully care to get all specifics but... pretty muich what happened was that reality had fun with me. boo! but i fought back thanks to wonderful people like my big sis Diane, and my acting buddie May. thanks girls!!! you defintaly pulled me out of that hole! im soo happy and cheery now!!! yay!!! no more depression! mmmm... i think that sugar cube is starting to work (thanks for making me eat it May) well, i finally will get a good nighst sleep, and for once not get a freaking nightmare! i hate those!!! booooo!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107225068537556283?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107225068537556283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107225068537556283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107225068537556283' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107208966733947478</id><published>2003-12-22T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T02:42:26.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg! i have the worst headache ever! boo! make it go away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107208966733947478?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107208966733947478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107208966733947478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107208966733947478' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107182164619037470</id><published>2003-12-19T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T00:15:21.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*yawns* i sleepy... very sleeepy!!! boooo!!! i want to stay up late! and do nothing! hahahha.. anyways.. grades are in... i did well! yay me! if you want to know ask me. i dont want to say here how i did. umm yeah... i dunno why im writing... just am. night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107182164619037470?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107182164619037470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107182164619037470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107182164619037470' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107173342019873060</id><published>2003-12-17T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T23:44:54.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i officially dislike holiday shopping.... ugh! stay away from the malls people!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107173342019873060?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107173342019873060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107173342019873060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107173342019873060' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107156420835126100</id><published>2003-12-16T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T00:44:39.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE MY MAY!!! thanks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107156420835126100?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107156420835126100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107156420835126100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107156420835126100' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107155858502348369</id><published>2003-12-15T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T23:10:56.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107155858502348369?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107155858502348369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107155858502348369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107155858502348369' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107155833521472113</id><published>2003-12-15T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T23:06:46.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107155833521472113?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107155833521472113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107155833521472113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107155833521472113' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107155009360020567</id><published>2003-12-15T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T23:47:34.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/fireyprincess4u/1059423405_rieldisney.jpg" border="0" width="300" alt="Ariel"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Ariel from The Little Mermaid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/fireyprincess4u/quizzes/What%20Disney%20Princess%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; What Disney Princess are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107155009360020567?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107155009360020567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107155009360020567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107155009360020567' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107154971429193648</id><published>2003-12-15T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T23:58:50.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xdeadxstarx/1043989612_icturesRed.JPG" border="0" width="320" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Heart is Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xdeadxstarx/quizzes/What%20Color%20is%20Your%20Heart%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Color is Your Heart? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107154971429193648?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107154971429193648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107154971429193648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107154971429193648' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107154896161524879</id><published>2003-12-15T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T20:30:32.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha... no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/londonbelow/1038911340_dergaybear.jpg" border="0" alt="Gay Bear"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gay Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/londonbelow/quizzes/Which%20Dysfunctional%20Care%20Bear%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107154896161524879?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107154896161524879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107154896161524879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107154896161524879' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107151408627125637</id><published>2003-12-15T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T10:49:16.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG!!! look! there's a picture of me on ur right!!! i can't believe it.. it worked!!! thanks to my MAY May... she told me how to do it!!! thanks MAY!!! :0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107151408627125637?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107151408627125637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107151408627125637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107151408627125637' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107151293515368844</id><published>2003-12-15T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T10:30:05.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember these during your upcoming shopping season! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take the time to read this. I know you are smart enough to know these pointers but there will be some, where you will go "hmm I must remember that". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this, forward it to someone you care about. It never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. &lt;br /&gt;If you are close enough to use it, do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans. If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you....chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or &lt;br /&gt;purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE M! AD IN THE &lt;br /&gt;OTHER DIRECTION! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won't see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping, eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON'T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side, put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. A S SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR, LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.) Be aware: look around you, look into your car, at the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.) If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into th! eir vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.) Look at the car parked on the driver's side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs.(Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked "for help" into his vehicle or with his vehicle! , which is when he abducted his next victim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Another Safety Point: Someone just told me that her friend heard a crying baby on her porch the night before last, and she called the police because it was late and she thought it was weird. The police told her "Whatever you do, DO NOT open the door." The lady then said that it sounded like the baby had crawled near a window, and she was worried that it would crawl to the street and get run over. The policeman said, "We already have a unit on the way, whatever you do, DO NOT open the door." He told her that they think a serial killer has a baby's cry recorded and uses it to coax women out of their homes thinking that someone dropped off a baby. He said they have not verified it, but have had several calls by women saying that they hear baby's cries outside their doors when they're home alone at night. Please pass this on! and DO NOT open the door for a crying baby. This e-mail should probably be &lt;br /&gt;taken seriously becau! se the Crying Baby theory was mentioned on America's Most Wanted this past Saturday when they profiled the serial killer in Louisiana. &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/5154602-107151293515368844?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107151293515368844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107151293515368844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107151293515368844' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107113052020399829</id><published>2003-12-11T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T00:16:25.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>xxSdChicxx: r u there?&lt;br /&gt;xxSdChicxx: MARCY&lt;br /&gt;xxSdChicxx: MARCY!!!&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: ??????????&lt;br /&gt;xxSdChicxx: still with me?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: ugh&lt;br /&gt;xxSdChicxx: wanna hear the wake the fuck up song&lt;br /&gt;xxSdChicxx: lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107113052020399829?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107113052020399829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107113052020399829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107113052020399829' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107104281088070574</id><published>2003-12-09T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T23:54:34.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quotes that caught my eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Golden, Ripe, Boneless Bananas, 39 Cents A Pound." &lt;br /&gt;- Ad in the "Missoulian" by Orange Street Food Farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A good essay is 10% inspiration, 15% perspiration, and 75% desperation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If at first you don't succeed, cheat, repeat until caught, and then lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Behind every good man there is a good woman and behind that another man looking at her ass"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A repair shop:&lt;br /&gt;WE CAN REPAIR ANYTHING. (PLEASE KNOCK HARD ON THE DOOR - THE BELL DOESN'T WORK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computers are useless. They can only give you answers.&lt;br /&gt;-- Pablo Picasso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not short, I just don't have to bend down as far"&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/5154602-107104281088070574?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107104281088070574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107104281088070574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107104281088070574' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107103481704424012</id><published>2003-12-09T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T21:41:20.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmmm.... last night was very interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kama Str 2 : it would nice to have a boyf that's local but then again, i want my freedom&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: welcome to my world&lt;br /&gt;Kama Str 2 : haha&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: now you know what i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: he thinks im beautiful&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: which is funny&lt;br /&gt;Baby1BreathAway: whys it funny?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: becuase im no, its cute he belives that&lt;br /&gt;Baby1BreathAway: marcy!&lt;br /&gt;Baby1BreathAway: guh&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: yes?&lt;br /&gt;Baby1BreathAway: have you seen half the population out there?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: where?&lt;br /&gt;Baby1BreathAway: in the world&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: what about?&lt;br /&gt;Baby1BreathAway: most ppl dont have half the looks you have&lt;br /&gt;Baby1BreathAway: so what if you're chubby&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: thats true&lt;br /&gt;Baby1BreathAway: you can beam and light up a room&lt;br /&gt;Baby1BreathAway: and you know it&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: yes... your right&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: but... if i weighed 30 lbs less i'd be a happier woman&lt;br /&gt;Baby1BreathAway: i hear ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: you little ho!&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: lol&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: you get ALL the guys!!&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: how so?&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: you have 10000's of dates lol&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: well... its becuase i date any guy...  well actaully.. i dunno&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: haha&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: me too, just about and i never even got half as many guys as you!&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: no fair!&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: bitch! lol&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: you bitch!!! you have prettier hair&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: um, the straw?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: LOL&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: no i dont!&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: ok you dont&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i just wanted to make some sort of argument&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: you are the cutest little chubby thing i've even seen in my life!&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: really?&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: i want to squeeze you to death! lol&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107103481704424012?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107103481704424012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107103481704424012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107103481704424012' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107061985532604142</id><published>2003-12-05T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T02:25:12.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLAH! dont feel like writing anymore, all of my enerny has been used on my play... oy! so freaking close to finishing the quarter... YES! winter break... here i come. WOOHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107061985532604142?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107061985532604142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107061985532604142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107061985532604142' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107039153888906675</id><published>2003-12-02T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T10:59:52.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sooo i was "cleaning out my email folder" and i found this...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;"Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if he or she were going to be dead by midnight. Extend to them all the care, kindness, and understanding you can muster, and do so with no thought of any reward. Your life will never be the same again."&lt;br /&gt;-Og Mandino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107039153888906675?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107039153888906675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107039153888906675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107039153888906675' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107021756170351258</id><published>2003-11-30T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T10:40:12.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UPDATE: cheek is better.... still a lil swollen (nothing too bad though... hmmm at least i can taste again) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, sooo i had this game plan for the weekend. i was going to do nothing on thursday, study all friday and then a play, do nothing saturday because of the party i had for later on that night, and then today i would study most of the day, and meet up with acting partner at 4pm. i havent studied jack shit all weekend. i NEED too! fuck! that means i have to cram all day today. oy! anyways just felt like pointing that out. since i have decided to stay away from the net today. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107021756170351258?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107021756170351258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107021756170351258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107021756170351258' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-107013362615729818</id><published>2003-11-29T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T11:21:16.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UPDATE: my left cheek is still swollen... BUT not nearly as bad as it used to be. i would say im 70% healed... i guess maybe the doctor was right. that i just had an extreme case of sinus infection. (just my fucking luck, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched a play last night... it was called "full circle" dont ask me what is was about (i dont know... still trying to figure it out, then again i think it was obviuos. i was just too busy thinking about how hungry i was) it was really good. i mean it was pretty theatrical VERY theatrical.. i dont remember when was the last time i watched a play that entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i watched the play with a guy friend of mine, becuase i didnt want to go by myself. afterwards went to mcdonald's ... yeah good times... went to sleep at 2:30am. sighs... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go to a quicenera today... that should be fun... i havent been to one in a while. im kinda looking forward to it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-107013362615729818?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107013362615729818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/107013362615729818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107013362615729818' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106996220940534923</id><published>2003-11-27T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T11:44:16.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My left cheek is still swollen, but not nearly as bad as monday. It's healing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEN ugh!!! yes yes, i know that one day i love them, and then another day i hate them! is it my fault? NO! its not becuase they are the ones that cause the mood swings! ugh! so last night i had date and i got stood up! yes, im embarrassed. so i went online and threw my anger on anyone who was willing to take it in. Sam got it the worse, i had the poor boy on the phone for over an hour whining and complaining. Of course he did not know that i had a date. I lied, i said it was a girlfirend who never showed up. i cuoldnt tell him about a date. break his heart. oy... so here are wha some people told me about MEN. And these are all guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BPatLa16: how are you doing tonight?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: bad&lt;br /&gt;BPatLa16: bad?&lt;br /&gt;BPatLa16: why is that?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i got stood up&lt;br /&gt;BPatLa16: want me to make you feel good about getting stood up?&lt;br /&gt;BPatLa16: i can if you want me to try?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: ok&lt;br /&gt;BPatLa16: alright... first, have you been out with this person a lot of times before?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: first time&lt;br /&gt;BPatLa16: ahhh then this will be easy&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: k&lt;br /&gt;BPatLa16: think about it, any man that is going to stand a girl up is probably a self-centered jerk, and isn't fun to be around... and if he would have showed up you would have had to spend a few hours tonight with such a jerk... sounds more interesting sitting and watching tv... and i am not a big fan of tv... but still&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i see&lt;br /&gt;BPatLa16: if that makes sense&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: he hasnt even called&lt;br /&gt;BPatLa16: he is a jerk&lt;br /&gt;BPatLa16 : you should be happy that him standing you up prevented you from having a bad time with him if you went out&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i guess&lt;br /&gt;BPatLa16: that help at all?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: a bit&lt;br /&gt;BPatLa16: alright... it is rare that logic wins out over emotions, but you can't blame a guy for trying&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: thanks&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i appreciate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i got stood up:-(&lt;br /&gt;yelloeruption: sorry to hear that...&lt;br /&gt;yelloeruption: I am sure there will be another guy...&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: its just that is annoying&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i have never been stoodup before&lt;br /&gt;yelloeruption: yeah it sucks&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: ugh&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: men!&lt;br /&gt;yelloeruption: on behalf of all men...I apologize for being jerks ;-)&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106996220940534923?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106996220940534923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106996220940534923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106996220940534923' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106983024197543628</id><published>2003-11-25T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T23:04:47.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm waiting for my pumpkin pie to finish baking. 8 more min. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oy! i'm so sick. my left cheek is swollen. ay! it hurts so much. i went to student health and they said it was a sinus infection. i dont believe it. so now i have all these fucking anitbiotics! it sucks ass! i want the pain to go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK, im thirsty! i'm always thirsty. i suppose it is a good thing. damnit! i have so much shit stuck in my head right now. i feel like a recording machine with all this freaking info from my acting class and other things. i dont know how actors do it. god im tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i didnt explain why i'm baking pumpkin pie. tommorrow my acting class is doing a pre-thanksgiving dinner. it should be good times. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106983024197543628?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106983024197543628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106983024197543628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106983024197543628' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106946405900232556</id><published>2003-11-21T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T17:21:37.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and then...im sick! fuck me! and my legs hurt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106946405900232556?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106946405900232556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106946405900232556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106946405900232556' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106926520677450146</id><published>2003-11-19T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T10:07:22.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAhahaha... how funny... almost true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="300" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a 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Disorder Test - Take It!&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106926520677450146?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106926520677450146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106926520677450146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106926520677450146' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106923152558839297</id><published>2003-11-19T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T08:52:30.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i HATE men!!! bah... i cant believe them sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are lovely convo : it is random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: dude my throat is killing me&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: when did that start?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: monday&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: seems like everyone is feeling sick in some way or another&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: well its becuase i was outside with no sweater for 3 hrs sunday night&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: not a good idea&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: yeah i know that now&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: stupid ERIC wasn't there to lend his sweater&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: LOL! i KNOW&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: well i was on a date, and he didnt have a swaeter&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: what kind of guy doesn't bring a sweater?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: a dumb one?&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: i dunno about dumb, but perhaps ill equiped&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: LOL&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: a gentleman always offers a sweater, awww... does that make Sam a gentleman?&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: i take that back then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric... is a poohead... he is the reason for my anger! &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/5154602-106923152558839297?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106923152558839297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106923152558839297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106923152558839297' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106918104275155238</id><published>2003-11-18T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T10:44:36.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALL the DRAMA!!! when will it all stop? damn... i knew that when i became single again there would be drama again. MAYBE thats why i was in a relationship for so long. i was hiding from the drama. GUH! OH wells! it will go away soon... i hope! ill wirte later onmy drama. i hope, if i get the chance. im busy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106918104275155238?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106918104275155238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106918104275155238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106918104275155238' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106868577923305149</id><published>2003-11-12T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T17:10:06.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg, isnt it just interesting? that ever since i did run crew for angels in america that THAT play would always huant me? bah! yes ladies an gentlman, i am doing a scene form that play for my upper division class. lord. when i heard that i was lile omg. too bad its not the scene that i want. oh wells. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106868577923305149?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106868577923305149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106868577923305149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106868577923305149' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106861921886741767</id><published>2003-11-11T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T21:08:06.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>interesting thing that happned yesterday... i went shopping for he first time in a month, becuase finaid finally went trhough and so no wi have cash and i was like i want new clothes! i bought the cutest beige spahghetti strap shirt... for a dolla!!! yeah a dolla!!!! and the best part was that it from papaya.... man im the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are lovely convos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boink An Emo Boy: so you need to teach me how to get anchor blue boy&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: ok i will&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: :-)&lt;br /&gt;Boink An Emo Boy: matt says i should just ask him to hang out sometime&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: maybe, we have to see him first&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i must scope it out&lt;br /&gt;Boink An Emo Boy: haha, why?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: becuase.... i must classify him&lt;br /&gt;Boink An Emo Boy: haha, as what?&lt;br /&gt;Boink An Emo Boy: like what are the classifications?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: we will see&lt;br /&gt;Boink An Emo Boy: what are the different classifications?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i dunno, i dont have a list&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i make them up&lt;br /&gt;Boink An Emo Boy: well gimme an example of what you look for&lt;br /&gt;Boink An Emo Boy: so you know how to flirt&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: well.. its mostly how hard is it to conquer?&lt;br /&gt;Boink An Emo Boy (12:10:46 AM): haha, explain what would make someone hard to "conquer"&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: hummmm&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: james?&lt;br /&gt;Boink An Emo Boy: well&lt;br /&gt;Boink An Emo Boy: i mean someone you've just met&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: ummmm, i dunno how to explain&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i guesss how he responds to me&lt;br /&gt;Boink An Emo Boy: well how will that work for me with him?&lt;br /&gt;Boink An Emo Boy: since we're not trying to see how he responds to you, we're trying to see how he responds to ME&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i intimidate them&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i dont explain my tactics&lt;br /&gt;Boink An Emo Boy: how are you going to teach me to flirt then monkey ass?&lt;br /&gt;Boink An Emo Boy: lol&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: watch and learn, like monkeys do&lt;br /&gt;Boink An Emo Boy: haha&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: u know what i thought when eric said he thought he needed to tell me that he had lunch with u?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: what?&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: i thought that he felt he needed to run it by me first like i had to OK it or something&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: just so i knew what u were doing&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: but... why would he need that reassurance?&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: uhh i dunno&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: should i think that is a cute jester?&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: i dunno, i usually don't do a very good job when i talk to guys, so i probly wouldn't be a good interpreter of what he's trying to say&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i know, ur cute anyways&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i love you theta #1&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: it was all awkward when i talked to him&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: i was like "ok....ok...ok....bye"&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: LOL&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: ok i'll try to tell u exactly what he said....&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: "hey, i gotta get to a midterm but i just wanted to say 'hi'"&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: i was like "ok"&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: he said, "oh i had lunch with Marcy right now, i thought i needed to tell you"&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: i was like "ok"&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i would of been like "ok" too&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: "i guess i'll just talk to you later"&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: i was like "ok"&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: "bye"&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: wierd....&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: i told u it was awkward&lt;br /&gt;RiaCat2002: he came over just as i was saying bye to Raquel (i think her name is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i think he wants to play&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: im not letting him have it&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: lol!&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: thats right&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: silly girl&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i think he wants some sort of braggin rights&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: i see &lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: ugh!!! i want jess now&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: :-)&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: LOL!&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: whata?&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: you little ho! :-) :-) :-)&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: no im not, im just exploring my options&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: grrrr..... i need to know if he is gay now&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: i'll ask him! lol&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: you should, but dont make it obviuis, that ur finding out for me, make it subtle&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: i'll say:&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: "HEY MARCY THINKS you're gay and wants to fuck you, are you gay?"&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: lol, jk&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: OH MY GOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: noooooo&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: im just teasing dont worry lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106861921886741767?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106861921886741767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106861921886741767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106861921886741767' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106842607332461890</id><published>2003-11-09T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T17:01:36.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG!!! thats all i have to say about this weekend!!!! its was carzy and soo much fun!!! yay!!! and HE called me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106842607332461890?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106842607332461890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106842607332461890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106842607332461890' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106824162470509664</id><published>2003-11-07T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T13:47:24.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a crazy,hectic, stressful week!!! OMG!!! and its not over yet... the worst is over (i think).... omg i went to a party last night... had lots of fun being sober (not many were sober, just me, mmy pledge sisters, some pledges from NAK, and like a few DD's) turst me like 3/4's of the room were drunk. oy! anywho, it was fun to watch the drunks espcially the birthyday boy... he definatly got his grove on wtih EVERY female ( i was a victim).. but yeah good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im leaving town, illbe back sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106824162470509664?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106824162470509664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106824162470509664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106824162470509664' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106793265385080137</id><published>2003-11-03T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T23:57:48.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bluedimplett: How you doin'? *wink*&lt;br /&gt;keremeo: hey&lt;br /&gt;keremeo: what's up?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i want you!!!&lt;br /&gt;keremeo: hehehe&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: its just that im single again&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: and well i want someloving, and i picked you&lt;br /&gt;keremeo: hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: well?&lt;br /&gt;keremeo: I've always wanted a friend with benefits&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: well.... here i am&lt;br /&gt;keremeo: well, i got class early tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;keremeo: so maybe we should meet up at the library&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: ok... for reals?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: or re you playing along?&lt;br /&gt;keremeo: nah, I'm just playin&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: ur very cute&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i wouldnt mind.... &lt;br /&gt;keremeo: hehehe&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: nah but for reals.... i did have a small crush on you&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: when we first met&lt;br /&gt;keremeo: what what what?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: yes yes yes&lt;br /&gt;keremeo: awww thanks&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: im seriuos&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i really had a crush on you&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: ur a freaking sweetie pie&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: what girl wouldnt want you?&lt;br /&gt;keremeo: nah, nice guys finish last&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: well...  not with me&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: but... im sure.... u dont see me that way&lt;br /&gt;keremeo: I gotta go sweetie pie, but if you need your man fix, look up some frat boy&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/5154602-106793265385080137?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106793265385080137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106793265385080137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106793265385080137' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106783271133285352</id><published>2003-11-02T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T20:12:05.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think im bad....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106783271133285352?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106783271133285352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106783271133285352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106783271133285352' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106772460486762148</id><published>2003-11-01T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T14:10:17.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have discovered that this guy is interesting... i like.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: so u think that if you got  gf.... you stay true to her?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: tell me the truth&lt;br /&gt;NavyCTM2: if i were deployed, sure. i've never had sex overseas and i've been deployed before and have been to 7 countries. i'm absolutely disgusted at the thought of having a one night stand with some slut or hooker overseas (so many sailors do) not to mention even if you find a sweet girl, foreeign countries ESP third world have VERY high STD rates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NavyCTM2: yummy boobies lol&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: LOL&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: yeah... i dont know whats sooo facinating about boobies....&lt;br /&gt;NavyCTM2: they're yummy and fun to suck on, lick, bite, pull, nibble, rub, touch, sleep against, lay next to, caress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Thats the first time a guy has gone into more detail about the wonders of breasts.... i like how he does it in a mature manner... you all may not think that but..... i have heard real bad descriptions before... (i will not go there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106772460486762148?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106772460486762148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106772460486762148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106772460486762148' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106768287703650478</id><published>2003-11-01T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T02:34:48.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jerkstore82: does he at least go down on you?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: yeah &lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: he loves that&lt;br /&gt;Jerkstore82: thats good then&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: but... i can only take so much&lt;br /&gt;Jerkstore82: ya, i can only take so many blow jobs&lt;br /&gt;Jerkstore82: wait a sec, what am i talking about!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly people.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106768287703650478?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106768287703650478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106768287703650478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106768287703650478' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106759287218040008</id><published>2003-10-31T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T11:14:04.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: for the meantime&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: we shall be friends and good times&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i have only known her for a week&lt;br /&gt;NavyCTM2: it seems you'll be a good friend to her :-)&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: awwww thanks&lt;br /&gt;NavyCTM2: :-D you seem a caretaker type and that's a wonderful thing&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: dude, your on the dot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we all know... that is very true.... damn the quality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: ill send you pic of me&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: :-)&lt;br /&gt;NavyCTM2: okie doke :-) you're cute&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: im already cute... but but but i havent even sent you a pic of me yet&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: lol&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i say ok pokey&lt;br /&gt;NavyCTM2: lol haha well i meant your behavior&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: awww&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: shucks&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;NavyCTM2: hahaha adorable&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: *&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: thats lil ol me&lt;br /&gt;navyctm2: aww wow you're physicall cute too&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: why thanks&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: u can see my dimples&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: they are my best feature&lt;br /&gt;navyctm2: i was just thinking look at that amazing smile it could break hearts lol&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: thats sooo sweet&lt;br /&gt;navyctm2: :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note- i sent hima pic of me.... this is his reaction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BladderMan7: oh my&lt;br /&gt;BladderMan7: im astonished&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: why?&lt;br /&gt;BladderMan7: flabergasted &lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: im ugly?&lt;br /&gt;BladderMan7: umm WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: sooo u is speechlees?&lt;br /&gt;BladderMan7: blahh blah &lt;br /&gt;BladderMan7: what was the question?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: what do you think of the pic?&lt;br /&gt;BladderMan7: i think your gorgous&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: awwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: ur sooo sweet&lt;br /&gt;BladderMan7: lol thank you &lt;br /&gt;BladderMan7: you look great , i see why marines in sd hit on you all the time &lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: not really, or i just dont notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another thing another guy said that was flattering but i accidently deleted it.... oh wells.... it was cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106759287218040008?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106759287218040008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106759287218040008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106759287218040008' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106756428974854206</id><published>2003-10-30T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T17:38:19.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE PERFECT LATINA WIFE... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Latino couple had only been married for two weeks. The husband, &lt;br /&gt;although he was very much in love, couldn't wait to go into town and party &lt;br /&gt;with his old buddies, so he said to his wife: "Preciosa, I'll be right &lt;br /&gt;back...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you going papi chulo....?" asked the wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to the bar, Mamacita. I'm going to have a beer." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife says to him, "You want a beer, mi amor.....?" Then she opens the &lt;br /&gt;door to the refrigerator and shows him 25 different kinds of beer brands &lt;br /&gt;from 12 different countries: "Mira papi, Germany, Holland, Japan, &lt;br /&gt;India....." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband doesn't know what to do, and the only thing that he can think &lt;br /&gt;of saying is: "Yes mi mujer linda.... but the bar... you know.... the frozen &lt;br /&gt;glass...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't finish the sentence, when the wife interrupts him by saying, "You &lt;br /&gt;want  a frozen glass, mi precioso....?" She takes a huge beer mug out of the &lt;br /&gt;freezer so frozen that she was getting chills holding it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband, looking a bit pale says: "Yes, mi dulce, but at the bar they &lt;br /&gt;have those hors d'oeuvres that are really delicious....I won't be long. I'll be right &lt;br /&gt;back. I promise, OK....?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want hors d'oeuvres, cariño...?" She opens the oven and takes out 15 &lt;br /&gt;dishes of different hors d'oeuvres: chicken wings, pigs in a blanket, &lt;br /&gt;mushroom caps, pork strips, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But querida.....at the bar....you know....the swearing....the dirty words &lt;br /&gt;and all that...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want dirty words, mi macho hombre..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE, TOMA TU PINCHE CERVEZA IN YOUR FROZEN FUCKING COPA AND &lt;br /&gt;COMETE TUS PINCHE SNACKS, PORQUE JU AIN'T GOING NOWHERE!!!!! GOT IT, &lt;br /&gt;PENDEJO......?!?!?!?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106756428974854206?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106756428974854206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106756428974854206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106756428974854206' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106746560937769916</id><published>2003-10-29T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T14:13:37.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the fires have continue to burn.... at this point julian is the recent threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some random convo's i have had in the past 2 days (most of them have referance to the fire):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: maybe marlene is psycho?&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: lol!!&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: no clue dude&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: well of course you have no clue&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: u havent even bothered to attempt to make sense of the damn play&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: or at least the scene!&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: lol&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: u know its true&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: it's because my head hurts lol ;-)&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: yes yes&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: its all your fault lol&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: and blame it on  the fire&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: LOL&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note- Todd is our acting teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: marlene has psycho "imaginary" friends&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: ??????????????&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: well not psycho&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: just very werid&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: and accepting of their lives and what not (her friends)&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: i see&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: i hate our play lol&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: guess what? lol &lt;br /&gt;"i'm on FIRE!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! help ! " just kidding lol&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: no shit&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: LOL&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: Todd: where is may?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: Me: oh she was in the fire&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: Me: i couldn't save her&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: Todd: well you still have to do the play&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: hahahhahahahah&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: Me: awww gee, thanks May, now i have to act both charcters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: joan: suave, mari magno turantibus aequora ventis, e terra, magnum alterius laborem; non quia vexari quemquamst iucunda voluptas, sed quibus ipse malis careas quia cernere suave est...&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: quoi? lol&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: well its part of a line in the play&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: like a whole page is in latin&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: bah!&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: lol&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i probably understand like 5%&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: burn the play! lol&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: hahah&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i know!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: all copies were burned in the fire lol&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: oopsey&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: 'so we couldn't get the play todd!' lol&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: we really tried to save it but, they wouldnt let us get in&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: did u hear?&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: no, what???&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: that your very special&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: quoi?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: in fact your sooo damn special, that you have been the chosen one&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: to go to school tommorrow&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: there's school tomorrow then? nooooooooooooooooo !&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: that sucks&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: that FIRE is fired!&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: god ur sooo gullible&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: no class... duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: oh my god it's SO hot right now ima die! lol&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: *dies*&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: lol&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: oh noooooo!!!! i was away too long....&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: Todd: where is may?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: Me: she died becuase it was soo hot and i couldnt save her through AIM&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: Todd: what's AIM?&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: lol&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: Me: you know all the hip kids do it&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: Todd: where's May?&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: Marcy: oh the stalker killed her&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: lol&lt;br /&gt;pretendtobreathe: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i just realized that all that was with my acting partener May.... hmmm... thats interesting.... i think we spent too much time together.... is that good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106746560937769916?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106746560937769916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106746560937769916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106746560937769916' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106730364146510374</id><published>2003-10-27T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T17:14:07.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>News Headline: Fires continue to threaten San Diego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude, its like omg, i dont even know what to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106730364146510374?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106730364146510374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106730364146510374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106730364146510374' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106724398105422279</id><published>2003-10-27T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T00:39:45.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pam(my new roomie): the fire is pretty close like a mile away...&lt;br /&gt;Pam's bro: ok i gotta go do laundry, dont die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i scared&lt;br /&gt;PinkLibrary: it s so weird....it's like san diego is going to hell, and it's mostly the rich&lt;br /&gt;PinkLibrary: where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: hillcrest&lt;br /&gt;PinkLibrary: why?&lt;br /&gt;bluedimplett: i dunno if la jolla is safe&lt;br /&gt;PinkLibrary: are they evacuating UCSD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Hillcrest is any safer??? lol (no comment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day... YAY no class tommorow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106724398105422279?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106724398105422279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106724398105422279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106724398105422279' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106711730053410508</id><published>2003-10-25T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T14:28:23.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damnit!!! WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY!!!!??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106711730053410508?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106711730053410508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106711730053410508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106711730053410508' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106685582259643877</id><published>2003-10-22T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T13:50:22.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm too fucking tired to deal with this shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106685582259643877?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106685582259643877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106685582259643877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106685582259643877' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106668947502473624</id><published>2003-10-20T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T15:37:54.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my weekend was good times. mom and i made tamales last night. MMmmmMMMMmmm yummy!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! i just cannot believe it! today i got a phone call from Marcy Deeds, she is the housing coordinator for UCSD, and she was calling me becuase their was an open space on campus and wanted to know if i was still interesterd in getting it. of course i said yes!!!! WOOOHOOOO!!! im free again!!! yeah!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106668947502473624?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106668947502473624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106668947502473624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106668947502473624' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106641410465295029</id><published>2003-10-17T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T11:08:24.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wednesday night, i went to watch a play called "proof". it was playing at the lyceum theatre, and well our prof had told us that we had to watch a play off campus, and that he highly suggested "proof". he in fact made it a class fieldtrip , and so therefore, my class went to watch it. oh did i forget to mention that my prof is the artistic associate directer at the lyceum? and did i also forgoet to mention that Danica Mckeller was the lead actress... you know that girl who played Winnie Cooper on "the wonder years"? yep. she still looks the same. i enjoyed the play. i REALLY LOVED the set, it was gorgeous! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, was... ummmm.... good i guess. there were good momenst and bad. last night was the night... im now a pledge for Phi Lambda Rho.  enough said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must go now, father is bugging me to get ready. so he can go take me to slave at the store of mine. i'll take my plays with me to read. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106641410465295029?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106641410465295029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106641410465295029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106641410465295029' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106625806944463025</id><published>2003-10-15T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T15:47:49.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness!!! Let me tell you!!! So many great thing shave happened to me since yesterday that I don’t even know where to begin. I mean I want to keep it short and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday: &lt;br /&gt;The day started off pretty sucky, but then after my first class everything started to go nicely. I mean here I am in my playwriting class (I honestly did not want to go to class that day, but I had too) and well I have to admit I wasn’t too proud of myself for the work I was turning in. I have never ever even done a scenario before yesterday. So I just wrote a narrative. Anyways, so the first cool thing that happened was that the TA asked us a questionnaire and one of the questions was “what is your fave song?” some of you may know, but Karisma defiantly knows that my latest obsession is “2+2=5” so when it was my turn to say it, well I said the title and everybody was like wtf? And I looked at the yummy TA and he just nodded and smiled and I knew t hat he knew was I was talking about and most likely agreed with me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen that felt nice. So, finally I’m feeling great because I have gotten an approval that I’m just another theatre freak. Or as Nan stated “earthling” (She is a theatre advisor). Anywho, class ended and our TA gave back our past 2 scenes. Of course, I am the idiot that does not pay attention to announcements and I totally forgot what he was grading us on. I looked at my grades and I noticed that I got a 4 on one scene and a 3.5 in another. So here I am thinking that it is out of a possible five. (I know for a fact that our TA is a really good playwright, and so I take his comments very seriously) so I’m thinking that I got a B on scene and C+ in another, which I thought was reasonable. I went to the cafeteria content with my grade and I sit down to eat with Jenn and we were discussing about the grading of the scenes. I find out that it was not out of 5 but out of 4…. Meaning that I got an A on one and a B+ in another. Shit I was so fucking excited. I was like yeeeeaaaahhhh I am the bomb, who is the bitch now? Yeah that’s right… its me!!! Booya! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that wasn’t enough excitement? Well afterwards I was complaining about my paper that was due tomorrow, and I asked Jenn if she had taken that class. She was like “ I don’t need that class” and I was like “what????” and then I went and asked Nan, and guess what it was true, sooo what I ended up dong was dropping the class. It felt nice! J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that was yesterday. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm well, again I figured that I already was having a great week and so therefore it should end today. I of course did not want to go to class at 9am. I went and lecture wasn’t too bad. I mean I love the prof, but it’s just that Greek theatre isn’t as exciting as I thought it would be. I went to my section afterwards. My TA decided that she wanted to have a debate between the class. We were put in 3 groups and then assigned a playwright. I got Euripides the one who wrote Medea. It was fun trying to make your playwright better than the other ones. The prof was there observing for the day (I guess to make sure that his TA is doing her job). During the class I had made a comment to him about how I’m the random Hispanic one in the class and he laughed (He is Mexican, and always makes jokes in class). After section, he asked me about me, like if I was a theatre major and what not. When I told him I was and that I was Mexican/Cuban, he then seemed interested in me and what I want to do with my life. I explained to him that I just stared to get interested in theatre while at UCSD. He told me to come by his office hours so we can talk more, that he wants to help me out with the ropes in theatre. I was like sick!!!! I felt special! Now I have someone too, like Karisma with Yenser. J &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i'm almost done here. The last thing that happened to me today that was so great was in acting class. Up to this point I really hadn’t done much for the class, because I am indeed a chicken shit. So for the past 3 days we have been working on improves with just one person. In other words, an improv monologue. It had to be about a heroic test and the high stakes involved, and there had to be a reason for telling that story. A lot of people had already gone and I was terrified. I didn’t want to go. I was scared that he wouldn’t like it. I mean gosh there are a lot of good people in that class and here I am with hardly any experience. I took a deep breath and went for it. Afterwards a huge response from the class followed, they had loved my piece. The prof said that it was great and that he LOVED it. OMG he said he loved it, he hadn’t said that to anyone else. I felt special. After class people were asking me about it and praising me. I felt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are feeding my ego!!!! I should be careful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106625806944463025?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106625806944463025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106625806944463025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106625806944463025' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106608929894562282</id><published>2003-10-13T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T16:54:58.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Borrowed these from Jeremy's webpage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes. (wtf? thats not fair!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;-Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people do.(i'm right handed)&lt;br /&gt;-Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure. ( i thought mokeys did too... weird)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106608929894562282?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106608929894562282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106608929894562282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106608929894562282' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106608058835833306</id><published>2003-10-13T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T14:29:48.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yeaaaaahhhhh!!! i am so the bomb!!! i got a bid... check those skills out! they love me, they really do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106608058835833306?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106608058835833306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106608058835833306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106608058835833306' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106606693735010001</id><published>2003-10-13T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T10:42:17.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone should watch "Latin Kings of Comedy" NOW!!! its hilarios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106606693735010001?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106606693735010001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106606693735010001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106606693735010001' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106581078047178786</id><published>2003-10-10T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T11:33:00.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! i have to work at my mommy's store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106581078047178786?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106581078047178786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106581078047178786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106581078047178786' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106573759097064186</id><published>2003-10-09T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T15:15:56.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to mention a few things about yesterday, before I go into today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday: My acting class was fun. We were supposed to do an improve by ourselves. There's alot of good people. After that I did some studying and then I finallly went to the last rush event. The rush event was called " noche ethnica" and so what happened was that all the sisters brought "home cooked" meals (some of them admitted that they bought the food). I had fun. We got to eat and then do some crafts that represneted our personality. In any case, I gave them my application for the sorority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Here was the most exciting thing of the night. I met yet another mexican/cuban girl at school. Her name is Raquel and she is part of the sorority. Dude, I swear I dont think i'm alone anymore. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, I got a call from the presient... yes  thats right Mr. Haywood gave me a call last night just to say what's up. HE'S ALIVE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: They love me! They REALLY LOVE me!!! who u ask? Wel, my theatre playwriting class who else? Today we had to turn in our 4th (2pg)scene. So up to this point I had gotten decent reactions from the class and the yummy TA. But, today would be diffrent for today they would love me. They absolutley enjoyed my scene. They were laughing most of the time and after class they told me that they really enjoyed my piece. (oh yeah, i am the BOMB!!!) the irony of it all is that i meant for the scene to be serious not funny, but the TA proclaimed the piece to be comedy. Hmmmmm, it makes me think about how comedians find their humor. Our TA told us not to try to be funny, becuase then it wont be. Well, I am happy that they enjoyed my piece. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In apporximately an hour I must go to the Sorority interview. Wish me luck! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106573759097064186?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106573759097064186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106573759097064186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106573759097064186' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106557618479008481</id><published>2003-10-07T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T18:23:04.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soooooooo it has been a real long time since I have written in this thing. But, it was because I am a very busy woman. In any case here I am trying to kill time. At 7pm I have to go to the Cross Cultural Center for info night. Now you ask what is this info night for? well my friends in case you didnt know yet, I Marcia Rodriguez is rushing for a sorority. Yes, that's right you heard right. And you why you ask??? well becuase ... I can. I have my reasons and you may think that i'm just buying my friends, but im not. Many have a misconception of how a sorority works. guess what? it may be true for some of them. But not the one i'm joining. Mine is diffrent. Lets just say that they are your family away from home. And there are many other reasons why. So I have to admit that I am very excited to be doing it. And since I have been going to the rush events I have noticed that i'm much peppier and my slef esteem has boosted alot as well. Sam seems to like the new me. lol... or shall I say the old me in high school. He didnt know me then and so the girl he fell in love with was with college Marcy. A girl who is lost and confused and incredibly full of rage. But now I have found myslef at last. I soon shall be Marcy once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok I have lots of things to say. I dont want to sound too long though. Pretty much i'm an official declared Theatre major. I'm taking 4 theatre classes. I'm enjoying most of them. My playwriting TA is pretty yummy. He is really good writer too. I mean his last name is Smart and sticks to the literal meaning. My theatre hisotry class is a little boring becuase it is greek theatre and i just cannot stand the freakin' chorus. My play analysis class is ok so far.... (crosses fingers) My acting class is... is.... well... ummmm... I guess you can say interesting. My prof is a directer, and well he is flamboyant. He makes us do a 10 min warmup that includes push ups and sit ups, and some weird yoga shit. yeaaaahhhh, interesting stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok heres the super exciting thing. I met a super cool theatre major and well I knew that there was something great about her but, I couldnt' put my finger on it. Well today we both discovered that we are both half mex/cuban. We are the exact same blend. It soooooo freaking cool. And her dad is the cuban one on here side just like me. It was freaky, yet cool at the same time. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106557618479008481?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106557618479008481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106557618479008481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106557618479008481' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106548829589389689</id><published>2003-10-06T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T17:58:16.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. It is important that a man helps you around the house and has a job.&lt;br /&gt;2. It is important that a man makes you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;3. It is important to find a man you can count on and doesn't lie to you.&lt;br /&gt;4. It is important that a man is good in bed and loves making love to you.&lt;br /&gt;5. It is important that these four men don't know each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106548829589389689?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106548829589389689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106548829589389689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106548829589389689' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154602.post-106548292582172908</id><published>2003-10-06T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T16:28:45.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!! YEAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;!-- 2.87 / 4.99 --&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="240"bgcolor="#e7e4e4"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Conscious self&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overall self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://similarminds.com/images/9w8.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://similarminds.com/images/1w9-mean.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.similarminds.com"&gt;Take Free Enneagram Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154602-106548292582172908?l=bluemartian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106548292582172908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154602/posts/default/106548292582172908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemartian.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106548292582172908' title=''/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056669287529703868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
