<?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-3084410</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:41:16.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Paulinia</title><subtitle type='html'>It's...ME! All me! All the time! :D</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>400</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084410.post-80093732</id><published>2002-08-11T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-11T01:14:52.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;er...yeah. So much for blogging everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW- I've been blogging for over a year now. WOOOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://rockmeeasy.org/heart&gt;Look at my sorry excuse for a website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conversation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://livejournal.com/~retrofalfa&gt;the retrofalfa&lt;/a&gt;: my birthday is five days after christmas&lt;br /&gt;jumpspinroll: woot&lt;br /&gt;jumpspinroll: 27&lt;br /&gt;the retrofalfa: 30&lt;br /&gt;jumpspinroll: oops&lt;br /&gt;jumpspinroll: ha, ha!&lt;br /&gt;the retrofalfa: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;the retrofalfa: counting skills... er yeah!&lt;br /&gt;jumpspinroll: I was thinking 5 days after mine.&lt;br /&gt;the retrofalfa: ah yes, the birth of christ and the birth of you&lt;br /&gt;the retrofalfa: easy to confuse hahaha&lt;br /&gt;jumpspinroll: hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-80093732?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/80093732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/80093732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80093732' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-79057608</id><published>2002-07-17T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-17T02:12:31.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Musculature&lt;/b&gt;_I have no upper body strength. If I tried socking you in the face, I bet you'd go "Dude, did I just feel a slight breeze?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;7-11&lt;/b&gt;_We've all heard (well, I &lt;i&gt;hope&lt;/i&gt; we've all heard) about the former 7-11 manager who got married on 7/11 at 7:11, at the 7-11? I just thought that was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Borders&lt;/b&gt;_There's a Borders in New Zealand, Aus, Singapore, and the UK- but none in our neighboring CANADA? That's ludicrous. Let's revolt and upset all the coffee tables and book shelves. Just a joke. Please don't investigate into me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-79057608?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/79057608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/79057608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79057608' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-79012212</id><published>2002-07-16T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-16T02:27:32.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;B&gt;Search Queries&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just checked the meter (like Lovely Rita, only with more class to it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you should search for to find my site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humorous search queries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) websites against mary kate and ashley olsen hate&lt;br /&gt;2) sean biggerstaff gay&lt;br /&gt;3) you'll be missed but tis okay greeting cards&lt;br /&gt;4) anime bellydancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a lot of sick hits from Mary-Kate and Ashley queries. I'd rather not think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-79012212?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/79012212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/79012212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79012212' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-79011958</id><published>2002-07-16T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-16T02:13:06.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;B&gt;AUGH&lt;/B&gt;_In the heyday of paulinia.blogspot.com, I was listed #2 when you put the search query "Paulina" through Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, this is NO MORE. I am #13. I quote the great Milhouse Van Houten, when he said&lt;blockquote&gt;"So this is what it feels like...when doves cry."&lt;/blockquote&gt;I cannot get enough of that quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://rockmeeasy.org/heart&gt;/heart&lt;/a&gt; is #5. I'm still extremely disappointed. DANG YOU, PAULINA RUBIO FOR TAKING MY GOOGLE SPOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. It was bound to happen. It's always the weblogger that gets booted out by the celebrity, ISN'T IT?! asighescapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not mad, really, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AIM conversation avec Bernard&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BL1NKsuks: there ought to be at least one round state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGREED? Agreed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-79011958?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/79011958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/79011958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79011958' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-78965250</id><published>2002-07-15T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T00:49:55.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_paulinia_archive.html"&gt;January&lt;/a&gt; was the era of great blog entries&lt;/b&gt;_I think that you may want to read through my archives. The things I wrote then are a WHOLE lot funnier than the things I write now. And now I sigh. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rock &amp; Suck&lt;/b&gt;_To describe something that sucks, say "He is suck" or "You are suck" or "That is suck". You get the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describes something that rocks, say "He is rock" or "You are rock" or "That is rock". You get the point. It's pointier than a double-edged sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Surely this music isn't brainy, intellectual stuff&lt;/b&gt;_I like listening to the "Welcome to Atlanta" remix. AI, AI, AI. My brain hurts. But it's catchy. Isighagain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A poem&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer comes and&lt;br /&gt;Summer goes.&lt;br /&gt;Summer heat brings&lt;br /&gt;Summer woes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was absolutely rock, you must agree. Why I hate summer so: It attracts bugs. The arid, moist condition in summer promotes the proliferation and copulation of bugs!!(!!!). Here's my point: I can't sleep with a blanket on because it's too warm, and I can't sleep without a blanket out of fear of nasty, nasty insects and arachnids. *faints*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-78965250?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78965250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78965250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78965250' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-78964047</id><published>2002-07-14T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-14T23:53:56.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;I really don't know what to say on this sucker anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-78964047?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78964047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78964047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78964047' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-78812360</id><published>2002-07-11T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-11T01:57:56.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;I can't do anything with tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did something with a huge image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And image mapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we have...a new layout. Hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://rockmeeasy.org/heart&gt;rockmeeasy.org/heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-78812360?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78812360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78812360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78812360' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-78810075</id><published>2002-07-11T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-11T00:10:51.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;jumpspinroll&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/font&gt; that's the true emo spirit! spirit? emo kids have none!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-78810075?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78810075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78810075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78810075' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-78788098</id><published>2002-07-10T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-10T12:22:33.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href=http://itsraining.blogspot.com/&gt;C'est Elena&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-78788098?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78788098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78788098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78788098' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-78785897</id><published>2002-07-10T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-10T11:26:44.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;This blog is so suck, I can't believe it. Why yoo cee kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be stressing over essays and readings, but I'm not. Something is holding me back. I'm going to start working. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-78785897?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78785897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78785897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78785897' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-78721183</id><published>2002-07-08T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-08T23:43:34.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;Today all I did was wig out. Tomorrow I will wig out too. Hurrah. And I blogged. Hurrah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-78721183?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78721183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78721183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78721183' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-78677477</id><published>2002-07-07T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-07T23:55:56.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;I just reread the previous blog. Why yoo cee kay [yuck].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to my knowledge of the English language?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-78677477?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78677477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78677477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78677477' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-78677418</id><published>2002-07-07T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-07T23:53:43.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wow.&lt;/b&gt;_In a conversation to &lt;a href=http://annplified.com/jinra&gt;Jinra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulina: i neglected my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Paulina: in search for a greater truth.&lt;br /&gt;Paulina: that didn't make any sense either. i'm trying to sound profound!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went on an arduous quest for all things Incubus (the band, not history on the medieval spirit) and I found several interesting things. Anyway, the fact of the matter is that you should listen to Incubus. You should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be a player no more... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone gave my dad Polaroid film. Do you know how expensive Polaroid film is? Do you know how cheap I am? Do you know how great this is? Do you know that using so many question marks is tiring? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But uno momento. I will tell you what I did on the 4th of July. *I had a sudden pang of guilt...I think I shall update this everyday from now on.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see any fireworks. Other than those in photographs and those across the street. Such is my life. THE HIGHLIGHT: I had a JSA meeting on that day and I ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Brought pizza. Which means that I ate pizza. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;2) Ate Powerpuff Girl ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;3) Ate mac &amp; cheese&lt;br /&gt;4) Ate fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;5) Watched part of &lt;i&gt;The Matrix&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Watched part of &lt;i&gt;The Royal Tenenbaums&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurrah! And the day after, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Went to summer school.&lt;br /&gt;2) Watched 1/3 of &lt;i&gt;Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon&lt;/i&gt; on DVD. GRRREAT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. That's it. C'est ca. I will blog tomorrow, I can tell you that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-78677418?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78677418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78677418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78677418' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-78361874</id><published>2002-06-29T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-29T15:02:27.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;B&gt;Oh, an update. Again!&lt;/b&gt;_I was added to the class (poli sci) and my swimming class was cancelled. My swimming class was cancelled because a summer camp is using the pool and they refuse to cooperate/negotiate! RAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever. I'll just go to another that's 20 minutes later. Hee, hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-78361874?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78361874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78361874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78361874' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-78361564</id><published>2002-06-29T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-29T14:55:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;!!!&lt;/b&gt;_Well! &lt;a href=http://haloed.net&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt; linked me. *falls over* One link deserved another. I know, I'm really slow with these things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. I am thinking of ftp'ing this sucker to &lt;a href=http://rockmeeasy.org/heart&gt;rockmeeasy.org/heart&lt;/a&gt;. I'm really not sure though. I hold the belief that the two sites should be distinct and separate entities. But we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-78361564?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78361564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78361564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78361564' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-78213922</id><published>2002-06-26T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-26T00:18:52.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;Okay, so I lied. Well, I'm going to soften that blow... I forgot to blog. I will write here what the other kids at the LJ don't see (or maybe not, they might be reading this right now)...I will write about summer school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLASS #1&lt;/b&gt;: Critical Thinking. It's an interesting class. We discussed the headline in the LA Times today (Bush calls for a change in leadership...or something to that extent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLASS #2&lt;/b&gt;: Technically, I was supposed to go to Honors Psychology, but I didn't. I'm rebellious. I attended the political science class, my first choice which was full. I'm hoping I will be added. I liked the instructor; he seems quite educated and is rather funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLASS #3&lt;/b&gt;: Cultural Anthropology. I almost fell asleep in that class. I don't know why. I snapped out of it after a few moments in "whaaaa?" land. I blame my lethargy on my bean&amp;cheese burrito. Is there tryptophan in those things? If not, my argument may be void. Heh, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLASS #4&lt;/b&gt;: Intermediate Swimming. What in the heck. I liked the instructor last year so much more. This new guy has a thorough, intense course. I think I will die. Or get fit. Hee hee. Same thing, right? This brings to mind the Halloween episode of The Simpsons where Homer sees the word "DIE" on a billboard and shrieks. The tree branches rustle over to the right and the letter T is exposed, completing the word "DIET". Homer shrieks long and hard. Eh. My presentation of that episode is well under par, but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have collected a wide array of pens advertising various (LEGAL) drugs such as Vioxx, Prozac, Zyprexa, etc. Anyone who wants one may contact me, only to be ultimately rejected with me saying "THEY'RE MY PENS, FOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111". I didn't steal the pens...I just want to make that clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a long and boring blog and I hope you haven't fallen asleep yet/resorted to watching infomercials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-78213922?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78213922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78213922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78213922' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-78120460</id><published>2002-06-23T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-23T22:07:56.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;I really ought to update this more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't know. YARRGH! I'm sleepy. I promise I will write a lengthy blog when I wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-78120460?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78120460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78120460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78120460' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-78078756</id><published>2002-06-22T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-22T17:19:46.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;GUHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://cough.poisonsoda.org&gt;go here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I haven't really updated. Oh yeah, and yesterday was the last day of school. So, um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*uncomfortable silence*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-78078756?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78078756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/78078756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78078756' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-77785844</id><published>2002-06-15T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-15T13:24:06.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;Err, sorry that it's late, but happy birthday, Johnney!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-77785844?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77785844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77785844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77785844' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-77785536</id><published>2002-06-15T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-15T13:13:03.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eh.&lt;/b&gt;_Eh, sorry for not blogging in a while. I've been feeling incredibly lazy. But anyway...I think you should listen to Norah Jones. She is the greatest ever. Or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-77785536?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77785536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77785536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77785536' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-77439342</id><published>2002-06-06T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T16:48:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quiz&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://quiz.sereine.net/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quiz.sereine.net/img/aim.gif" alt="You're AIM!" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt; You're &lt;a href="http://www.aim.com/"&gt;AIM&lt;/a&gt;, probably the most popular instant messenger out there. The bad thing is that you're run by a bunch of corporate assholes, but what isn't nowadays? &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swimming&lt;/b&gt;_I think I will swim in P.E. class tomorrow. Let's hope I don't drown. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, I know how to swim.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hunger&lt;/b&gt;_I think I want to eat McDonald's. Either that or In-N-Out. I think I am going to salivate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me, salivating. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dants in the pance&lt;/b&gt;_Yes, so I switched the endings of the words. There is a word for that, and I can't remember it. I hate it when that happens. Anyway, this little maladroit girl may go to the first school dance of her life. Fun, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only things that determine it at this point are:&lt;br /&gt;1) Mum and dad&lt;br /&gt;2) Scrounging up $5 or $7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's think about #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-77439342?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77439342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77439342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77439342' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-77322549</id><published>2002-06-03T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-03T23:57:59.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Dancing and Dances&lt;/b&gt;_The "Last Chance Dance" is coming up and I'm not sure if I should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a social pariah, 'cause I've never experienced a school dance. The closest I ever got was from a Wonder Years episode. You know, when Kevin dances with Winnie and "Unchained Melody" is in the background. You know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am curious about the dances. HOWEVER, I'm not a very dancy person. I'm really not. I don't know how long I could stand flamboyant dancy guys in tank tops, vying for the title "King of the Jungle" (the dance is jungle themed). That's just too scary for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I think I will only be able to stand the dance for 10 minutes. Yes, I'm really that negative. My decision will be made...tomorrow, or the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, this blog is mainly directed to my school pals. That is all. Goodbye and goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-77322549?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77322549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77322549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77322549' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-77311245</id><published>2002-06-03T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-03T18:23:49.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;More on P.E.&lt;/b&gt;_A few weeks ago, I typed this up in my profile: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;. Someone stole my P.E. shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1a&lt;/b&gt;. I was feeling pretty bitter about this, and scribbled all over someone's combination lock in marker. You know, marker doesn't really dry on metal, so when they attempt to unlock their locker, they'll get marker all over their hands. They're not supposed to leave the lock on anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1b&lt;/b&gt;. More bitterness: I found someone's lock just thrown on the top of the lockers. I pushed down to lock it and threw it in an empty locker instead of putting it on the "lost locks" wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, so...Look at point 1b. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just like to note that now &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; combination lock is missing and I am too lazy to buy another one. Okay, so...&lt;br /&gt;1) Stolen shoes&lt;br /&gt;2) Stolen shirt&lt;br /&gt;3) Stolen lock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next? Someone steals my pants? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my P.E. teacher read the thing on my shirt, laughed, and said "All right!". However, I did not live up to my shirt's message.  Today, I just stood by the basketball courts, hitting my friend with a blue plastic jump rope. Fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-77311245?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77311245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77311245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77311245' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-77270421</id><published>2002-06-02T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-02T19:34:38.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;B&gt;My Recent Acquisition&lt;/b&gt;_So I bought a P.E. shirt. And yes, I did write that little diddy down. Beh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my yearbook. My rating: 2 / 5. The layout is nice, but the cover is ugly. Also, people's names are messed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-77270421?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77270421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77270421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77270421' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-77225401</id><published>2002-06-01T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-01T11:40:56.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;B&gt;BORED&lt;/b&gt;_bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-77225401?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77225401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77225401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77225401' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-77165881</id><published>2002-05-30T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T19:20:28.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blog for the Evening&lt;/b&gt;_It seems as if the intelligence level of this blog has sunk to new lows. Ohwhatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is becoming a trend for me. Any written exasperation (e.g. "Oh, for Pete's sake) will be written as one word (e.g. "OhforPete'ssake). It will seem as if it is escaping from my mouth quickly. That is the impression I want, for that is the way it is in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone stole my P.E. shirt. I will have to dish out $10 to buy another one. I've been lazy these last few days, so I've been wearing a sweatshirt in the beating sun to disguise that- yes, I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; too cheap and lazy to buy another shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shall write something on the new one, like: "HI, MY NAME IS PAULINA AND I ACTIVELY PARTICIPATE IN PHYSICAL EDUCATION CLASS". Indeed, I shall. All in caps as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go and get some eats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is &lt;a href=http://amateurish.org&gt;Elly's&lt;/a&gt; birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-77165881?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77165881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77165881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77165881' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-77164248</id><published>2002-05-30T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T18:35:49.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shoes&lt;/b&gt;_I am going to remember my lost pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In memoriam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://shoecity.com//storeimg/26721/26721-431200.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote cool quotes on it, too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asighescapes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-77164248?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77164248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77164248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77164248' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-77054048</id><published>2002-05-27T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T18:32:17.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;B&gt;Pluggage&lt;/b&gt;_Gennia made my latest layout @ &lt;a href="http://rockmeeasy.org/heart"&gt;/heart&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-77054048?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77054048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77054048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77054048' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-77054006</id><published>2002-05-27T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-27T23:27:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.promoguy.net/archives/001069.php#001069&gt;Monday Mission&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;_This is like Friday Five, only it's not on Friday and not comprised of five questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What happened this weekend that made you smile?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's "channel". My overuse of the German language at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Did you make someone smile today? If not, will you try?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose. Even if I didn't, I wouldn't try. I'm that kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Have you any clothes or accessories you love to wear but just totally embarrass the person you are being seen with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I have a small group of friends who don't like me wearing my Star Wars shirts, but it's nothing big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What was the catch phrase you said the most in High School?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suckers."&lt;br /&gt;"You will pay!"&lt;br /&gt;"Give me sandwich"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Who are you remembering this Memorial Day? (or for those not celebrating it, tell me about someone worth remembering)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone worth remembering is my maternal grandfather. He was kind person and a great grandfather. Unfortunately, he died around 4 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Do you think you are a good friend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yyyesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. (continued from MM 2.20) That outing tonight was a blast ... but that was last call. I totally overdid it and shouldn't drive, anything we can do while I try to "dry out?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not "feeling" this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BONUS: Do ya love me, now that I can dance?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that song. I am afraid of certain dancers. Finito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-77054006?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77054006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77054006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77054006' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-77040528</id><published>2002-05-27T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-27T16:30:17.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Miscellany of Things&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;1. Happy Memorial Day.&lt;br /&gt;2. I think I am getting new shoes, but we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am going to eat a chili cheese dog in 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;4. And chili cheese fries in 16 hours or so.&lt;br /&gt;5. There was a &lt;i&gt;Changing Rooms&lt;/i&gt; marathon today. CR is like &lt;I&gt;Trading Spaces&lt;/i&gt; with a UK twist. Basically, two neighbors decorate each other's rooms with a designer and £500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah. There's nothing much to report on, except maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I feel sorry for some residents of Oklahoma.&lt;br /&gt;2. Clones has passed the $200 million mark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-77040528?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77040528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77040528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77040528' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-77012561</id><published>2002-05-26T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-26T21:58:32.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;Hey, I just noticed, after rereading the previous entry, that I frequently use ellipses ("..."). Sorry. It reads as if I have broken thought. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-77012561?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77012561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77012561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77012561' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-77012485</id><published>2002-05-26T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-26T21:56:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Memorial Day Weekend&lt;/b&gt;_Today was spent mainly at the beach. Here is the day chronicled...with Roman nums. (&lt;a href="http://annplified.com/jinra"&gt;Jinra&lt;/a&gt; style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I. The Car Ride&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after church, we hopped in the car. "We" are myself, my mum, my dad, and my cousin (from my dad's side). Here is an excerpt of a "cool" conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cousin&lt;/i&gt;: How will the weather be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My dad&lt;/i&gt;: Cool, like your uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad also tried to use a NY accent, but failed. It can be better described as a Bob Dylan accent, only 2405987204935872 times more incomprehensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;II. The Arrival&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A. Food&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a lot. I'm not going to list what I ate out of consideration for the reader. I ate a copious amount of food...that is all I will say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B. The beach itself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it had high bacteria levels today. My luck exactly. I built sand structures anyway. I made a three way tunnel and decorated it with shells and stones. My cousin built a channel like sort of contraption and laughed in an evil manner - you know, the sick sort of laugh one would see a "mad scientist" have when they achieve success. Yeah, well the waves destroyed it, so...whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;C. Adventures&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to look at the hotel, which was on the other side of the beach. I entreated my cousin to come and join along and she came with. With hesitation. But whatever. I thought I found a creek, for...that is what it said. It was actually runoff...which was gross, since I stepped in it. Oh well. If it runs off into the ocean, then I guess everyone's at risk. Yeah, well the rather inconspicuous sign did no good. No good at all. I, er, "razored" (got back via scooter) back to the picnic site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;D. Water balloons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 2 thrown at me. Ab fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;III. The ride back&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left. We stopped at Borders at my request, but...I didn't even get out. I'm indecisive, I guess. I came back. I am at home. Finito. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-77012485?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77012485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/77012485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77012485' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-76982082</id><published>2002-05-25T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-25T23:20:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;More on Dreams&lt;/b&gt;_One of my favorite dreams involved Sen. John McCain. I was in a car and waiting for my brother to come in. I tell my brother "Hurry up! Get in!" he gets in and we narrowly escape...from John McCain, who is waving a gun at me. We start driving, and there is John McCain, still there with his gun. He starts running and then jumps and holds on to the fender. Crrrazy. It is a weird dream, but it is a good conversation piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jayne particularly likes the one where my father and I are at an aquarium. I see a pig in the tank, its tied arms and legs are on an upright stick. All of a sudden, it submerges out of the water and takes a breath. My father looks over at me and says "I think it's got osteoporosis". Fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tapioca Express&lt;/b&gt;_I like their taro icees. It doesn't sound particularly palatable, but it is. Order it without the tapioca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In-N-Out&lt;/b&gt;_In-N-Out is very good. If you ever make your way to Nevada, Arizona, or California locate the nearest In-N-Out. It is good, very good. Tip: If you are going to order a burger with onions, make sure you specify "animal style". Instead of diced onion, you get grilled onions. There's a bunch of secret In-N-Out codewords that I don't know about; you should look them up on Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marc Anthony&lt;/b&gt;_Hey, how come I am hearing his song pop up a lot now? That is the question of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-76982082?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76982082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76982082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76982082' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-76970167</id><published>2002-05-25T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-25T15:16:36.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Latest Downloads&lt;/b&gt;_My latest MP3 downloads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Bittersweet Symphony" - The Verve. I've liked it for a while, but did not consider downloading it. I like the music video. 'Tis #1.&lt;br /&gt;2) "Dope Nose" - Weezer. I think it's a fun song. There are mixed reviews about it everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;3) "Keep Fishin'" - Weezer. Another fun song.&lt;br /&gt;4) "Burnt Jamb" - Weezer. I downloaded it, but haven't listened to it yet.&lt;br /&gt;5) "My Kind of Girl" - Brian McKnight, feat. Justin Timberlake. I felt like listening to Justin Timberlake w/out *NSYNC, okay?! ;alkdjf;lakjfad;fkjas;lkfj&lt;br /&gt;6) "What a Girl Wants" - Christina Aguilera. Comments about this are unnecessary, okay?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-76970167?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76970167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76970167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76970167' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-76970061</id><published>2002-05-25T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-25T15:12:07.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Star Wars&lt;/b&gt;_I didn't blog about it, but I got 3 new Star Wars t-shirts. The total number of SW shirts is now equal to 4. I wore SW shirts from Tuesday-Friday and I got wondrous comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRIDAY 5...on a Saturday&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What's the last vivid dream that you remember having?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend asked me if I wanted a ride home, and I absent mindedly said "no". And then, I realized that I really did need a ride, so I ran after her car. She stopped, and I said "I changed my mind. Could you wait? I forgot my backpack". So, I run back to school and find my backpack. I start running and one of my shoes fall off. I keep running w/o my Chuck on, and then realize that I'd like it back on. So I run back and put it on. I don't know how to get back to her car and realize 30 minutes have passed since I last spoke to her. I find myself at a fair, and I meet my former math teacher. We walk into a department show and I get separated from her. I find myself at a freak show with my mom. There are really spry people and extremely obese people. Dadada, this occured last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Do you have any recurring dreams?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this dream that I dreamed about 4 times. Weird, no? I have dreams at recurring places- places that I've never been to before. For example, a certain library (I've been to a library, foo...just not the one in my dream), a very B&amp;N-like bookstore, and a shopping center (the one last night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What's the scariest nightmare you've ever had?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some haunted house dream. There was a large portrait of Xena on one of the walls. Hey, I don't know why either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Have you ever written your dreams down or considered it? Why or why not?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, just to remember it. But I've only done it once or twice. I always remember my favorite dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Have you ever had a lucid dream? What did you do in it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had two. Once, I was at a drinking fountain and said "This is just a dream" when I saw Wendy and Julian. Another, I was in a playground, and realized it was only a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quiz Results&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://rain-drop.net/quiz/finger/second.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="000000" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second finger eh? The index/main finger, making you the reliable one, the one whom everyone can depend on. Pretty down to earth though sometimes your reliability gets too much for others to bear and they think it's strange how much you plan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rain-drop.net/quiz/finger"&gt;Which finger are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take the quiz to find out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-76970061?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76970061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76970061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76970061' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-76872217</id><published>2002-05-22T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T22:32:20.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arno&lt;/b&gt;: aight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: AIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: i'm down wit' dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arno&lt;/b&gt;: shyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arno&lt;/b&gt;: yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arno&lt;/b&gt;: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arno&lt;/b&gt;: ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arno&lt;/b&gt;: ,,,,,,,,,,,,'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arno&lt;/b&gt;: shyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: i'll be west coast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: you can be midwest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arno&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-76872217?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76872217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76872217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76872217' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-76831347</id><published>2002-05-21T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T23:31:38.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glamorize.net/yourockmahsocks/osbournequiz.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.glamorize.net/yourockmahsocks/ozzy.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-76831347?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76831347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76831347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76831347' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-76831273</id><published>2002-05-21T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T23:28:07.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;I haven't blogged in a while. There's nothing much to blog about. Just more Star Wars news. I'm sure you're sick of it by now, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-76831273?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76831273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76831273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76831273' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-76640896</id><published>2002-05-16T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-16T19:15:15.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;Just finished watching Ep. II, &lt;i&gt;Attack of the Clones&lt;/i&gt;. Wow. You must see it. Forget the critics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do admit, &lt;i&gt;The Phantom Menace&lt;/i&gt; stunk. A lot. So much, that I can smell it from here. But this movie is really, really good. REALLY, REALLY GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please watch it today, or tomorrow, or SOMEDAY. You won't regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-76640896?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76640896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76640896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76640896' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-76609992</id><published>2002-05-15T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-15T23:40:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;OKAY, SO I AM NOT WATCHING THE MIDNIGHT SHOWING. I CRIED INVISIBLE TEARS. WHEN MY COUSIN AND BOTH MY PARENTS SAID THEY WERE SURE THEY DIDN'T WANT TO GO WITH ME, MY EGO WAS PUNCTURED. ALSO, THERE ARE MORE REASONS AS TO WHY I AM NOT GOING, SOME OF THEM ARE DUE TO MY LAZINESS. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I WILL GO AND LIE IN FETAL POSITION NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE BLOGGING WILL COME TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. IF YOU ARE WATCHING THE MIDNIGHT SHOWING (which comes in 20 minutes) AND GIVE ME SPOILERS IN THE MORNING, I WILL &lt;STRIKE&gt;KUNG-FU&lt;/STRIKE&gt; LIGHTSABER YOUR BEHIND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-76609992?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76609992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76609992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76609992' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-76522028</id><published>2002-05-13T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-13T20:18:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;B&gt;Proposal&lt;/b&gt;_I was outside of school when some teacher proposed to the choreographer of auxiliary routines. And he did it in front of all the girls trying out for auxiliaries. They were screaming and such. And the choreographer was crying a bit. Well, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whistle whistle&lt;/b&gt;_Okay, so whenever I walk home with this one person, cars always take the time out to slow down, whistle, or rubberneck. I am wearing a hoodie, jeans, and Converses (YES, even in this heat); of course they are not whistling at me. And frankly, I feel good about that. *shrug*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-76522028?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76522028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76522028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76522028' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-76484901</id><published>2002-05-12T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-12T22:12:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;YO. I am going to blog like mad right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yo-yos&lt;/b&gt;_I really want a yo-yo now. I mean it. If you could buy me a cool Duncan yo-yo, I would label you as "cooler than Antarctica". So far, I can do 2 tricks- "sleep" and "around the world". Yahoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Mum's Day&lt;/b&gt;_I like Ace's philosophy behind not getting mum a gift: "If I give her a gift now, then she gonna ask about her BIRTHDAY, then CHRISTMAS. And then I'mma be BROKE". I got made my mum something anyway. Yesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;/heart&lt;/b&gt;_I'm going to add something to my website and request that someone do a layout for me since we all know that I stink at websites and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Japanese Wares&lt;/b&gt;_I love Japanese stationary stuff. Especially stuff from San-X. Check out these links, if you have the time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ingram.co.jp/inter/newchara/new52.html"&gt;http://www.ingram.co.jp/inter/newchara/new52.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ingram.co.jp/inter/afro/afro.html"&gt;http://www.ingram.co.jp/inter/afro/afro.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the translated sites, just in case you wanted to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Okay&lt;/b&gt;_Okay, so I didn't "blog like mad", but I did blog. And that is satisfactory enough. Mm-hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-76484901?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76484901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76484901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76484901' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-76436985</id><published>2002-05-11T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-11T12:48:03.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;The thought of college is scary. But I think I know what I want to do with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-76436985?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76436985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76436985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76436985' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-76293510</id><published>2002-05-07T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T22:07:38.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Star Wars MAY16&lt;/b&gt;: i was thinking about my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Star Wars MAY16&lt;/b&gt;: i saw rhinoplasty on t.v. yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Star Wars MAY16&lt;/b&gt;: blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JelloShotJunkie&lt;/b&gt;: eeeewwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JelloShotJunkie&lt;/b&gt;: don't pull a michael jackson on me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-76293510?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76293510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76293510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76293510' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-76293436</id><published>2002-05-07T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T22:05:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Star Wars MAY16&lt;/b&gt;: i was just thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Star Wars MAY16&lt;/b&gt;: you know how dogs have an incredible sense of smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Star Wars MAY16&lt;/b&gt;: if we humans think some dogs smell bad...imagine what torture it must be for the dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Star Wars MAY16&lt;/b&gt;: maybe that's why dogs howl at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Star Wars MAY16&lt;/b&gt;: hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-76293436?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76293436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76293436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76293436' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-76291986</id><published>2002-05-07T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T21:17:29.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Website&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;/small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;a href=http://rockmeeasy.org&gt;LINDSAY!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;small&gt; I have a &lt;a href=http://rockmeeasy.org/heart&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; now. But it's sort of devoid of content, and it's like my first layout ever. Oh, and I am not abandoning the blog. Okay. That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-76291986?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76291986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76291986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76291986' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-76288985</id><published>2002-05-07T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T19:59:10.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIELD TRIP&lt;/b&gt;_I went on a field trip today. What a gyp. It only lasted for an hour, and round-trip only took 30-45 minutes. It was a college fair. Colleges from all over the country (and out of the country...only 1, though) were there. I swiped two pens and got flyers. I haven't had a field trip in years. Because of the time constraint...I didn't even get to bring a sack lunch! Sack lunches are the distinguishing marks of a field trip. Field trips are never complete without sack lunches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Light Sabers&lt;/b&gt;_I fought with a lightsaber at lunch. I was packed with action. In fact, you could call me "action-packed".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-76288985?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76288985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76288985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76288985' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-76209086</id><published>2002-05-05T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-05T22:03:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orlando Bloom; GAP ad&lt;/b&gt;_Err, I've been getting a lot of hits from queries about the new Orlando Bloom GAP ad (Denim Invasion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the synopsis: Orlando and Kate Beckinsale are a couple (dressed in GAP, no less) chased by a throng of fans. Um, they're not a couple in real-life, at least I don't think so. And to satiate you Orlando-crazy fans, here are a couple of pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://orlandomultimedia.net/news2002/april/img0204_26b.jpg&gt; &lt;img src=http://orlandomultimedia.net/news2002/april/img0204_26.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's directed by Cameron Crowe. I think he directed "Almost Famous". But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new ad campaign is an attempt to boost sales since the drop in the 90s. If you go to &lt;a href=http://www.gap.com&gt;gap.com&lt;/a&gt;, you can watch the commercial there. Hurrah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-76209086?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76209086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76209086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76209086' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-76208634</id><published>2002-05-05T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-05T21:43:26.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Check it out!&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.usagiandmamoru.com/quiz&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.usagiandmamoru.com/quiz/queen.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.usagiandmamoru.com/quiz&gt;Which Royalty Are You?&lt;/a&gt; Find out! By &lt;a href=http://nishi.pitas.com&gt;Nishi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-76208634?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76208634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76208634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76208634' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-76175190</id><published>2002-05-04T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-04T22:17:01.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) There is a man who walks 6 cats on our street - sans leash. They all reclined on someone's lawn until he called them "Red! Tom!" and so on and whistled. And slowly, they rose and followed him. I was extremely amused by this, as you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Hayden has made the "Hottest 25 Under 25" (or something like that) list for Teen People. He looks a bit girly on the cover. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Star Wars! Twelve more days! I might go to the first showing! I might not! Wah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If you like Incubus, but haven't gotten "Make Yourself", I saw it on sale for $10 at Borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) If you like John Mayer, but haven't gotten "Room for Squares", it is on sale for $8.99 at Target.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-76175190?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76175190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76175190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76175190' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-76141791</id><published>2002-05-03T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-03T19:55:46.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the News&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Spiderman" hits theatres today.&lt;br /&gt;-13 days and counting till the premiere of Episode II, "Attack of the Clones".&lt;br /&gt;-New bread without crusts will be marketed to kids soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-76141791?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76141791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76141791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76141791' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-76058827</id><published>2002-05-01T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-01T17:12:45.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.nyu.edu/~lap250/tiny.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net/antisocial.html"&gt;take the antisocial test.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and go to mewing.net. because laura's feeling social.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-76058827?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76058827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76058827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76058827' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-76032303</id><published>2002-05-01T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-01T00:14:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things of &lt;subscript&gt;minor&lt;/subscript&gt; importance&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;. I found a gummi bear with a red number "5" on it. It was supposed to be pineapple-flavoured, but it tasted like cherry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;. I don't like Funyuns, and should stop eating them. I am giving up Funyuns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;. I am giving up potato chips, for the most part. I will be a social eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;. All of these things have to do with food, and I didn't mean it to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;. But it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;. I am not enjoying Oscar Wilde as much as I thought I would. I fell asleep after the first 20 pages. Maybe it was the book. Or maybe it was my sleep deprivation. No one knows, except God and maybe Big Brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;. It is standardized testing week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt;. Backtrack: You may ask- Why all this giving up of food? Is this some kind of hidden Lent? No, my friends, it is not. But after reading an article about the detection of carcinogens in such foods and french fries and potato chips, I have cut down. Sure, the science world always reports on something new that is able to prevent/bring about cancer, but I figure that-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt;. If there truly is a risk, then 'tis good that I cut out these foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt;. If there isn't, I get healthier since I cut down on these foods, so good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt;. The Simpsons may die very soon, according to Matt Groening. I will be sad to see it go, even though the quality of the shows is lacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-76032303?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76032303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/76032303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76032303' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75980541</id><published>2002-04-29T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T16:34:01.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flipping Through House Catalogs&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Whoa, this one has its walkways lined with koi ponds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jamie&lt;/b&gt;: What's a koi pond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: It's those Japanese fish. They're fat. Orangey and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jamie&lt;/b&gt;: Oh, yeah, those. They're nice. I wonder what one would taste like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: BAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75980541?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75980541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75980541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75980541' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75956435</id><published>2002-04-29T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T02:46:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;Oh yeah...and I am not quite done with my project. Yippee! I will color during class. It's due at the end of the period. No sweat, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75956435?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75956435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75956435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75956435' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75956400</id><published>2002-04-29T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T02:47:31.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Debate&lt;/b&gt;_One quick blog before I go to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin asked me about Spring State, and we did a little mock debate on my topic (gun licensing). This time, I was con instead of pro. Here is how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; How do you plan to regulate the 65 million guns in the U.S. today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cousin:&lt;/b&gt; We'll get the police to search through houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; But what about those who do not have guns? They will have to go through a search, too. And anyway...isn't unwarranted search and seizure unconstitutional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cousin:&lt;/b&gt; Uh... no &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;you're&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; unconstitutional!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75956400?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75956400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75956400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75956400' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75955766</id><published>2002-04-29T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T02:01:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conversation&lt;/b&gt;_isuckatb0wling (1:46:40 AM): boooo.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Auto response from deliriousxbby (1:46:40 AM): boy, are you feelin' me?&lt;br /&gt;cus I'm feelin' you...&lt;br /&gt;somethin' in my heart, &lt;br /&gt;tells me you're the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I need to know, are you feelin' me yo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*muahs*&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;isuckatb0wling (1:46:59 AM): are you feelin' me, yo?&lt;br /&gt;isuckatb0wling (1:47:01 AM): if i were a boy...&lt;br /&gt;isuckatb0wling (1:47:04 AM): i'd be feelin' you.&lt;br /&gt;isuckatb0wling (1:47:06 AM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so delightfully dumb in the wee hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still working on my project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75955766?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75955766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75955766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75955766' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75942902</id><published>2002-04-28T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-28T18:13:15.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quips&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;isuckatb0wling (12:41:14 AM): i think i will blog then go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.annplified.com/jinra"&gt;JelloShotJunkie&lt;/a&gt; (12:42:35 AM): ahh. sounds like goodtimes&lt;br /&gt;isuckatb0wling (1:07:04 AM): i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;JelloShotJunkie (1:07:09 AM): wahoo!&lt;br /&gt;JelloShotJunkie (1:07:16 AM): that was a long time you took&lt;br /&gt;JelloShotJunkie (1:07:16 AM): haha&lt;br /&gt;isuckatb0wling (1:09:54 AM): wow. mother's day is coming.&lt;br /&gt;JelloShotJunkie (1:10:33 AM): doh mah&lt;br /&gt;isuckatb0wling (1:10:39 AM): hey!&lt;br /&gt;isuckatb0wling (1:10:47 AM): she says "no thanks".&lt;br /&gt;JelloShotJunkie (1:13:57 AM): your mom?&lt;br /&gt;isuckatb0wling (1:14:08 AM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;JelloShotJunkie (1:14:25 AM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;JelloShotJunkie (1:14:28 AM): darn.&lt;br /&gt;isuckatb0wling (1:15:11 AM): there went your saturday night plans.&lt;br /&gt;isuckatb0wling (1:15:17 AM): i have to go to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;isuckatb0wling (1:15:20 AM): your mom is calling me.&lt;br /&gt;isuckatb0wling (1:15:22 AM): ohhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75942902?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75942902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75942902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75942902' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75920212</id><published>2002-04-28T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-28T01:14:59.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;LIBRARY&lt;/B&gt;_The library is a fun place. My city's library stinks, though- literally and figuratively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went someplace else and found the books I needed. I got to check 3 books out. Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde,&lt;br /&gt;Peter Mayle,&lt;br /&gt;Ray Bradbury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the authors of the books I checked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I learned that BSC books are still popular. That gave my heart a warm, tingly feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little boy in front of the automatic sliding doors, shouting "close!" and "close!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum bought a book at the library for 2 dollars. 'twas quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Class Project&lt;/b&gt;_I haven't had one of these for quite a while. It's draining me. Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75920212?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75920212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75920212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75920212' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75920107</id><published>2002-04-28T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-28T01:09:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bleh.&lt;/b&gt;_I have many wishes, this being one of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Pete's sake, people should learn the difference between "your" and "you're". Crikey. Looking at the interchanging of the two words is like Chinese water torture- you can handle it at the beginning, but it gets &lt;i&gt;painful&lt;/i&gt; as time progresses. Bad analogy? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The word "your" refers to possession&lt;/b&gt;. YOUR dog, YOUR mom, YOUR pencil, YOUR feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The word "you're" is a contraction&lt;/b&gt;. It is short for "you are". YOU'RE boring, YOU'RE a genius, YOU'RE smelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't switch them around, yo. If I said, "Your great", it wouldn't make sense. If I said, "Go get you're homework out, dawg", it wouldn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes with "there", "they're", and "their".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The word "there" refers to a place&lt;/b&gt;. "Bob and Mary's house is over THERE. Where, you ask, is the barbecue? Why, it is right THERE, in the backyard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The word "they're" is a contraction for "they are"&lt;/b&gt;. "What can I say? They're great people, Bob and Mary. They're right over there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The word "their" refers to possession&lt;/b&gt;. "Their barbecue is top of the line, Joe. Bob and Mary are great. They're right over there, next to their barbecue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you see..."There gone", or "Their late", or "They're dog" really makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"It's" --&gt; "it is"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Its" --&gt; Referring to possession&lt;/b&gt;. Like "its bone", "its home", "the flight reached its destination". Things like that, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it. I hope someone has learned something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75920107?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75920107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75920107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75920107' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75802970</id><published>2002-04-25T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-25T02:19:13.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Done With English&lt;/b&gt;_Yeah, so I'm done with English. I just wanted to note that Elmo really &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; at Capitol Hill, in case no one really believed me. Oh yeah, JSA's Spring State. Well, it was my first debate at any of the conventions, so I was nervous. But whatever. My team won. But the other team's speaker got best speaker for the debate. Oh well. I just want to reiterate that the only thing I regret with JSA is that I did not join sooner. It is really a fun experience. I mean, you get to learn and have fun at the same time. Can you say the same thing about Key Club (ha, ha, ha)? Well, of course you can't. I still think you should join and get involved. I will get involved next year. Again...I really regret not being active this past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want book suggestions. Please send them (my e-mail link is within the word "Paulina" on the part under each entry). My brother suggested &lt;i&gt;A Year in Provence&lt;/i&gt;. I will look into that. And now I want to read an Oscar Wilde book and perhaps &lt;i&gt;The Illustrated Man&lt;/i&gt; by Bradbury. Also, &lt;i&gt;Franny and Zooey&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;strike&gt;We will see if I have time for all of this.&lt;/strike&gt; We will see if I have the will-power to give up things like sleep or t.v. time. We will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, y'all. It is 2 a.m. and I should be sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75802970?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75802970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75802970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75802970' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75802153</id><published>2002-04-25T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-25T01:13:40.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;B&gt;These are things that no one really wants to know...&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am working on English. Well, not really, obviously. Er, I'm listening to the Well-tempered Clavier (J.S. Bach). I am on the first track, which is Prelude and Fugue in C Major. I understand that all 3 people who visit this site (ha-ha!) are probably not too hot on Bach. We are reading "The Tyger" and "The Lamb", both by William Blake. My teacher devised a bad question as to what the difference is between the tiger and the lamb. I think they are antitheses of each other. Boo (not the "surprise!" kind of boo, the negative sort).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75802153?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75802153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75802153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75802153' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75757182</id><published>2002-04-23T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-23T22:23:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;ELMO SAVES THE DAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.news2.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/ap/20020423/capt.1019606238.elmo_music_education_wx130.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Elmo is seen here at the House Labor, Health and Human Services, Education Appropriations Committee hearing on Capital Hill. Elmo is for school music educatioin. Yahoo! Elmo saves the day, once again! Now he is only 3 philanthropic tasks behind Super-Bono, Defender of the Universe. All the residents on Sesame Street have no comment, they are all busy being puppets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes. I'm being sarcastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75757182?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75757182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75757182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75757182' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75748296</id><published>2002-04-23T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-23T17:56:52.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the Topic of Transportation&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a bike, a moped, a scooter, an ANYTHING (preferebly a car) to take me home for these reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am substantially lazy.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am sluggish.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am sloth-ful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, due to recent events, I have been completely and utterly betrayed by those who have rides but do not share them with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take yesterday for example. I was waiting with someone who was supposed to take me home. I go look for a book on Tanzania, come back, and the person is gone. Gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to accept a Geo, a Yugo, a Pinto, an '84 Civic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75748296?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75748296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75748296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75748296' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75747971</id><published>2002-04-23T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-23T17:47:10.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's Amusing Bits&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;1. I saw a bumper sticker that said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;How's my driving?&lt;br /&gt;Call 1-800-F***-OFF&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, like the ones on trucks, except these numbers have vulgar values. Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Won something from Sprite bottlecap. A lousy prize, a lousy prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was thinking about stenographers, when steno pads jumped into my head. I then realized that if you rearrange "steno" you get "notes". And graph, of course, means "write". So, I was thinking...stenographers write quick notes, and steno pads are notepads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that would be very well and good if "steno" actually meant "notes". No, my friends, it actually means "narrow; small". Dictionary.com sure knows how to suck the fun out of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75747971?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75747971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75747971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75747971' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75677709</id><published>2002-04-22T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-22T00:03:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;May I restate that the 21st of April is my &lt;a href="http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_paulinia_archive.html#75232315"&gt;pseudo-birthday&lt;/a&gt;. I had a pseudo-birthday because no one remembered my real birthday. Apparently, the pseudo-birthday failed because &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;NO ONE REMEMBERED IT EITHER&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (with the exception of Lindsay and Stella). I am hurt. *invisible tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will do something where I state my mood. I will call it...pictures in emoticons (maestro, please. *big band playing ensues*)!&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/3084410-75677709?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75677709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75677709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75677709' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75666475</id><published>2002-04-21T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-21T17:48:56.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;Dear all: You should all join JSA. Ask me for the reasons.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75666475?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75666475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75666475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75666475' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75494419</id><published>2002-04-16T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-16T22:19:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daft-girl.net/roxy" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://daft-girl.net/roxy/quiz6.gif" width="230" height="102" border="0" alt="What San-X character are you?"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;It's your laidback style that everyone seems to like and it helps you enjoy life to the fullest. Many people envy your easy-going attitude, but no one can hold a grudge against such a loveable person like you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daft-girl.net/roxy" target="_blank"&gt;What San-X Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I just like Tare Panda. I don't even know what San-X is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75494419?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75494419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75494419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75494419' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75451250</id><published>2002-04-15T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-15T21:12:55.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;News&lt;/b&gt;_Okay, seeing as that I did nothing interesting over the break to tell you about, I figure that I will report the news. An image to start things off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://us.news2.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/ap/20020415/capt.1018898921.vanilla_coke_ax101.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is right. Vanilla coke. May 15th. I think it will taste like creme soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, free Jamba Juice this week from the 16-20. I feel gypped now. $7.50 was spent there, the equivalent to 2 drinks. Which is equivalent to a depletion of 3/4 of my budget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75451250?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75451250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75451250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75451250' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75382508</id><published>2002-04-14T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-14T00:19:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the Topic of J.Lo's Restaurant&lt;/b&gt;_J. Lo's restaurant is in Pasadena. Yeah...apparently, the new name is Madre's. The planned name was "Mojo". I guess she figured out how lame it was and changed the name to "Madre's"...except the name is still pretty dumb. Yesterday was the grand opening. Nicole Kidman was there. Other people too. But whatever. Speaking of Nicole Kidman, she is featured on &lt;a href=http://www.chickinterrupted.com/cheese&gt;Gennia&lt;/a&gt;'s latest layout. Anyway, here is a conversation I had with my friend about going to Madre's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Let's go to Madre's...someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Hopefully we can get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gennia&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gennia&lt;/b&gt;: We should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gennia&lt;/b&gt;: And order ice water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: And maybe bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: We can stay for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Until the waiter tells us to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gennia&lt;/b&gt;: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gennia&lt;/b&gt;: glares at us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gennia&lt;/b&gt;: We tip him 50 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gennia&lt;/b&gt;: Paulina: My life savings?!&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/3084410-75382508?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75382508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75382508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75382508' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75365542</id><published>2002-04-13T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-13T12:38:26.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Night&lt;/b&gt;_So my parents took my cousins out to Pasadena. Oh, and me too. I didn't quite like it. Well, I don't like some of the people in Old Town. Oh, I am quite the ornery person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75365542?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75365542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75365542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75365542' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75337010</id><published>2002-04-12T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T13:23:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Learned Somthing&lt;/b&gt;_Okay, so I learned something new. I forgot to add that. And hopefully, by blogging about it, you will learn it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so what's the deal with "e.g." and "i.e."? If you are laughing now, shut up! I used to think they were interchangeable but now I know they are not. Here is the difference (again, if you are laughing...stop!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I.e.&lt;/b&gt; means "id est", or "it is".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E.g.&lt;/b&gt; means "exempli gratia", or "for the sake of example".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some examples in action: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I.e.&lt;/b&gt;: "I like eating drupes, i.e. a fruit with a thin outer skin, soft pulpy middle, and hard stony central part that encloses a seed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E.g.&lt;/b&gt;: "I like eating drupes, e.g. peaches and cherries."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know. Huzzah. Also, I read that &lt;a href="http://encarta.msn.com/column/questionnuts.asp"&gt;peanuts and almonds are not actually nuts&lt;/a&gt;. Crazy? Yes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75337010?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75337010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75337010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75337010' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75336648</id><published>2002-04-12T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T13:07:37.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spring Break&lt;/b&gt;_I knew I wasn't going to do anything interesting on s.b., and boy, was I right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;: Stayed home. Watched t.v., and downloaded many MP3s. Then, I deleted many MP3s. Went to Borders. Watched t.v., went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;: Tuesday was just like Monday, except this time, I didn't go to Borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;: I was supposed to watch &lt;i&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;/i&gt; with friends, but I didn't. Um, so I watched t.v. and downloaded many MP3s. Then, I deleted some MP3s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;: Again, just a reiteration of all the days before. I went to Borders again, and read some &lt;i&gt;The Perks of Being a Wallflower&lt;/i&gt; (Chbosky) and &lt;i&gt;Franny and Zooey&lt;/i&gt; (Salinger). After that, I ate a little bit of Chinese food. Then, I watched t.v. and downloaded MP3s. Also, my cousins were picked up at the airport, but I didn't go nor see them, so what does it matter- right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;: Here I am...on the computer. I will probably watch t.v. and download MP3s. I will go to a piano lesson, too. Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my friends, is the epitome of a dull spring break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75336648?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75336648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75336648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75336648' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75235493</id><published>2002-04-09T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T22:30:18.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;Oh yeah, and if you haven't already, listen to John Mayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75235493?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75235493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75235493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75235493' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75232315</id><published>2002-04-09T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T21:11:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Un-Deux-Trois-Quatre-Cinq-Six&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;1&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Can we go to Borders tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom&lt;/b&gt;: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Because it's fun; fun for the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom&lt;/b&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gennia&lt;/b&gt;: Bring two bucks tomorrow for food, if we order pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: My life savings?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Moulin Rouge tomorrow. That's why I have to bring two bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;4&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mondegreen (a mondegreen is a misheard lyric) for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Annie Waits", Ben Folds&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The real words&lt;/b&gt;: Annie sees her dreams: Friday bingo, pigeons in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I thought I heard&lt;/b&gt;: Annie sleeps and dreams of Friday bingo, midgets in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;5&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well, today I listened to more Ben Folds than you can handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;6&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 21st is now officially my pseudo-birthday. No one ever remembers my real one, so April 21st is now my pseudo-birthday, or mirth-day (&lt;u&gt;GEEZ&lt;/u&gt;, how lame could I get with that one?). Get ready for the 21st. I want fansigns! They are more fun than your mom (send via &lt;a href="mailto:paulina@dork.nu"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;)! Yeah, so you can note the desperation in my [writing] voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75232315?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75232315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75232315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75232315' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75145845</id><published>2002-04-07T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-08T12:53:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=0 cellpadding=2 cellspacing=0 width=310&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align=left valign=top&gt; &lt;div align=center&gt; &lt;img src=http://broken.blackroses.com/members/skepticism/_shire.jpg width=300 height=132&gt; &lt;small&gt;&lt;br&gt;If I lived in Middle-Earth, it would be in:&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;The Shire&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=justify&gt;  &lt;small&gt;The rolling green hills, the springtime weather, and especially being surrounded by the ones you love makes the Shire a comfortable area for you.  You love being surrounded only by the ones you care about, and you only desire this in an environment that is vast and open to nature, unlike in the cities or the caves.   &lt;p&gt; &lt;div align=center&gt;Take the&lt;br&gt; "&lt;a href=http://trapdoors.org/!/middle-earthquiz.html&gt;Where in Middle-Earth Would I Live?&lt;/a&gt;" Quiz&lt;br&gt; by  &lt;a href=http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=skepticism&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.livejournal.com/userinfo.gif width=17 height=17 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://livejournal.com/~skepticism&gt;skepticism&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75145845?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75145845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75145845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75145845' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75145042</id><published>2002-04-07T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-07T18:01:56.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Stroll in the Local Supermarket&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Finds&lt;/u&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giant Pocky. Huge! It's around a foot tall! It's $9.99 though. Pretty outrageous. Here's a picture of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://store5.yimg.com/I/animenation_1682_128248941&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Generic Asian milky flavoured snack food. Here's the thing, though: On the box, there is a picture of a cow yelping "stop squeezing me!" with adhesive tape in an x-formation over its udder. I laughed. It was sort of scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Almond Crush Pocky. I think it's about time I was introduced to The World of Pocky. I never knew there were so many kinds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.alde.com/anime/almondcrush.jpg&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Buys&lt;/u&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Four-pack box of Strawberry Pocky. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Ramune drink. Being that it was my first time opening it, I had quite an experience. I opened it and the contents went everywhere. On my shirt, too. Here's a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.asiafoods.com/asiaf/images/JapaneseMarbleDrink.jpg&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was surfing on the web, I found &lt;a href=http://makigotou.tripod.com/products.html&gt;&lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; comprehensive site on Pocky&lt;/a&gt;. Well, actually, I just like looking at all the Pocky pictures. Here's &lt;a href=http://www.asiafoods.com&gt;another site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75145042?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75145042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75145042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75145042' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-75098845</id><published>2002-04-05T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-07T18:03:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Greg/Grace&lt;/b&gt;_Okay, so you know how it is possible to mishear "Greg" as "Grace" if it is noisy? This is where the following telephone conversation comes from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;person&lt;/b&gt;: hello, may I speak to greg please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: *thinks she just said grace, my mum's name* sorry, she's not home right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;person&lt;/b&gt;: oh, is greg a female or a male?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation about the conversation I had with &lt;a href=http://annplified.com/jinra&gt;Jinra&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jinra&lt;/b&gt;: that's comedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: i think she was scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jinra&lt;/b&gt;: yeah. like she meant to call someplace that wasn't home to any transsexuals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-75098845?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75098845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/75098845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75098845' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-11301807</id><published>2002-03-30T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-30T22:45:50.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bored&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fura-fura.net/sweet/michelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Michelle Branch!  You're the girl nextdoor-type of gal.  You've got a down-to-earth feel about you, and you're not afraid to be original.  You're still trying to find yourplace in life, but that doesn't mean you're not enjoying the trip.  Rich and famous?  Sure! But you're not gonna let that go to your head. ;D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fura-fura.net/sweet/popquiz.html" target="new"&gt;What Kind of Pop Princess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;  Quiz by &lt;a href="http://www.fura-fura.net/sweet" target="new"&gt;Jonah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-11301807?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/11301807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/11301807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11301807' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-11285153</id><published>2002-03-30T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-30T11:25:47.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Another to Add to that Friday Five Question&lt;/b&gt;_The Queen Mum died. I guess I am always affected by any death in the English monarchy. Gee. She was a good leader during WWII. It shouldn't be a surprise, I know. I knew she was 101, but still- after 101 years, you just get used to the woman. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-11285153?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/11285153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/11285153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11285153' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-11272203</id><published>2002-03-29T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-29T22:09:46.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;B&gt;Borg&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://brunching.com/toys/toy-cyborger.html"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.brunching.com/cybimages/cyb-PAULINA.gif" WIDTH=240 HEIGHT=150 ALT="Positronic Artificial Unit Limited to Infiltration and Nocturnal Assassination" BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, if only I were a cyborg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday Five Fun&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;a href=http://fridayfive.org&gt;!@#$%*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. If you could eat dinner with and "get to know" one famous person (living or dead), who would you choose?&lt;/b&gt; Jimi Hendrix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Has the death of a famous person ever had an effect on you? Who was it and how did you feel?&lt;/b&gt; Well, I was a bit shocked when Princess Di passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. If you could BE a famous person for 24 hours, who would you choose?&lt;/b&gt; Hmm. That one's tough. I don't really want to be anybody but me, so I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Do people ever tell you that you look like someone famous? Who?&lt;/b&gt; No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Have you ever met anyone famous?&lt;/b&gt; No, not really. Unless you count me standing close to Beck. Oh yeah! And when I met that guy who later got into some government controversy during the Clinton Administration for fundraising tactics. Yeah. I met him, and then I saw him on the news. Teehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-11272203?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/11272203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/11272203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11272203' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-11203361</id><published>2002-03-27T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-27T22:27:58.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Generation of Anti-Answering the Phoners&lt;/b&gt;_To my family, the philosophy is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let the answering machine get it. If it's that important, they'll call back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we go against it, but once the clock strikes 10, generally...the phone is not up for grabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove that, the phone is ringing _right now_, yet no one is answering. And the person didn't leave a message. The thing that is probably going through my parents' heads is: "They should have left a message. Oh well". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the way it goes and goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doing Things Over&lt;/b&gt;_I hate working hard on something only to lose it later due to my own negligence. In fact, everyone hates this, making this subsection incredibly banal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am complaining because of my math hw. I lost it. This reminds me of last year, where I worked so hard on an assignment for 4 hours, only to lose it. I did it again, but this time it only took 2 hours. As I walked to my bedroom for a much needed rest, I see the original assignment resting on the floor, saying "haw, haw, Paulina, you loser, you sucker".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MS Song&lt;/b&gt;_Somehow, the default font for the computer has changed to MS Song. I have tried to see what is the matter- but to no avail. MS Song is here to stay. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote I like&lt;/b&gt;_I found this on &lt;a href=http://rockmeeasy.org/cinnamon&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;'s page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." &lt;i&gt;-Dr. Seuss.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked it so much, I wrote it on the side of my left shoe. Go look for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-11203361?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/11203361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/11203361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11203361' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-11130943</id><published>2002-03-26T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-26T00:03:07.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exercise&lt;/b&gt;_My amigos and I do not exercise. That is not to say that we are lardos, that is to say that...we do not exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I feel like I should run, my brain screams "Why run- when you can walk?!". And mi amigo is afraid cars will run her over while she jogs just for kicks. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed a lot tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Linkage is Like Disneyland. Family fun!&lt;/b&gt;_I feel like plugging &lt;a href=http://www.rockmeeasy.org&gt;Lindsay&lt;/a&gt;. And even though we know that an average of 0.000348729 people come to this site a day, it is the thought that counts, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a dumb time to plug considering...nothing is up. But it's okay! Press CTRL+D and all will be schweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-11130943?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/11130943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/11130943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11130943' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-11031165</id><published>2002-03-22T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-22T22:18:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday Five&lt;/b&gt;_NO, I did not forget the requisite &lt;a href=http://fridayfive.org&gt;Friday Five&lt;/a&gt;! And this time, I am posting it on Friday! Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;What is your favorite time of year?&lt;/b&gt; Winter. Most definitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;What is it about your favorite season that, well, makes it your favorite season?&lt;/b&gt; I like the rain. Where I live, during the winter, it rains. Maybe if it snowed, winter wouldn't be my favorite season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;What is your least favorite time of year? Why?&lt;/b&gt; Summer, because it's hot, and because I don't fancy seeing sweaty and hirsute Italian men in speedos on the beach. That is a most vile thing to do; it blinds me eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Do you do anything to celebrate or recognize the changing of seasons?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strike&gt;Well, um, there's...actually, no. I don't do anything.&lt;/strike&gt; I just remembered. My birthday is on Dec. 22, which is the beginning of winter. But wait! That still doesn't answer the question! It's just a plug for my birthday. Gifts, I tell you! Gifts!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;What's your favorite thing to do outside?&lt;/b&gt; Walk. I know that's pathetic, but what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-11031165?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/11031165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/11031165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11031165' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-11030963</id><published>2002-03-22T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-22T22:02:36.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Webby Stuff&lt;/b&gt;_This is Angela. HOoRAY for AnGie. She has a new layout. [&lt;a href=http://untypical.no-clue.net&gt;look!&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cookie&lt;/b&gt;_I got a free cookie today from Mr. Sweeney. I remember him from when I was still a young'un. In 1st grade, I called him stupid. He was my principal. The good thing is that he does not remember that incident and thus gave me the cookie without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thirsty&lt;/b&gt;_I have been drinking a lot lately. Not alcoholic beverages, juice and water. In fact, right after this sentence is complete, I will drink some orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Writing&lt;/b&gt;_Lately, my blog has been sounding dumber and dumber. I think my writing voice has gone kaputz (!!!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-11030963?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/11030963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/11030963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11030963' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-10888905</id><published>2002-03-18T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-18T23:29:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;--!&lt;/b&gt;_I feel really dumb today. I never knew the capital of Australia was Canberra. I always thought it was Sydney.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm going to go down and lie in fetal position now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Honestly, I feel really dumb now. I can't blame maps I've seen for being inaccurate, because apparently, it has been the capital of Australia for quite some time now. They changed it from Melbourne - Canberra some 100 odd years ago. Well, almost a 100. You know what I mean. !!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is almost as bad as the girl I know who doesn't know where Russia is on the map.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sickos&lt;/b&gt;_Everyone is sick. I think we should have a day of empathy and bring them bottles of water and coughdrops.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Markers&lt;/b&gt;_Whenever I use markers, the ink gets all over my skin. I look like a kindergarten art project. Le sigh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cable TV&lt;/b&gt;_Is quite addicting. The only thing I watch is music videos. Quite narsty, considering I now know lyrics to many Shakira and Ja Rule songs. I don't understand that Brandy music video. It rates high on my level of sucktitude.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lame&lt;/b&gt;_My blogs are really sound stupid now. I think I will stop writing. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-10888905?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/10888905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/10888905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10888905' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-10850767</id><published>2002-03-17T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-17T23:38:28.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;New SN&lt;/b&gt;_I got a new sn. You should e-mail me for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-10850767?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/10850767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/10850767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10850767' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-10850690</id><published>2002-03-17T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-17T23:36:32.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;More on the topic of Erasers&lt;/b&gt;_I always feel that my trip to the local Asian goods shop is never complete without a new eraser. I felt the need for purchasing many erasers today. I ate strawberry flavoured Pocky. I saw a pencil that was in the shape of a Pocky stick. That is that on that subject.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In other news, my writing sucks. Have I really dumbed it down that much? I blame it on Mango.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;SNL&lt;/b&gt;_Sir Ian is most interesting. That hot-air balloon skit was funny. I laugh at things like that. (Why are my sentences so choppy now?). At any rate, there are several things I laugh at that the normal person does not find amusing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. I was reading a Garfield comic book and laughed when I stumbled onto the word "fatso".&lt;br&gt;2. Once, I looked at people's faces at an upside-down/topsy-turvy view (I was lying on my bed). I laughed hard, very hard.&lt;br&gt;3. I had not heard the phrase "bling bling" for quite some time, so when &lt;a href=http://rockmeeasy.org&gt;Lindsay&lt;/a&gt; said it, I chuckled*.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There are more examples, but they escape me at the moment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*The word "chuckled" gives me the impression of a gurgly laugh that a very reddish, balding, drunken, boisterous, fat white guy in his late-40s would use. I am not reddish, balding, drunken, boisterous, or a fat white guy in his late-40s. Sorry. The word "guffaw" makes me think of someone vomiting a laugh. Yeah. Little notes like these make the world go 'round.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bootylicious&lt;/b&gt;_At the mall, I saw this group of late-20 and 30-something f.o.b.s. They were heading towards Wet Seal to return some item. On the way there, they take out the clothing article. It is a short denim skirt with the word "BOOTYLICIOUS" emblazoned in rhinestone over the posterior area. They look confused. I laugh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uno&lt;/b&gt;_I got a keychain version of that card game yesterday. The cards are very small, measuring maybe about 2"x1.5". It is actually pretty easy to play with, despite its size.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-10850690?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/10850690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/10850690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10850690' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-10817144</id><published>2002-03-16T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-16T22:11:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birthday&lt;/b&gt;_Kelly's birthday was today. I got her a shirt that said "I &lt;3 NOTHING". Smooth. Quite smooth of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us go over today's events, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wakes up at 8:15&lt;br /&gt;-Goes to piano lesson.&lt;br /&gt;-Learns I got a 96% on my theory test!!!&lt;br /&gt;-But my piano sucked the straw.&lt;br /&gt;-In other words, I passed piano, but that is it.&lt;br /&gt;-Goes to mall with 20 dollar bill in hand.&lt;br /&gt;-The shirt in question costs $20.52.&lt;br /&gt;-I only have twenty dollars.&lt;br /&gt;-But it's all good, because the clerk let the 52 cents go.&lt;br /&gt;-I love that clerk.&lt;br /&gt;-Goes home, then picks up Mishell.&lt;br /&gt;-Goes to Kelly's house.&lt;br /&gt;-Rides in Kelly's mum's van. Sings Linkin Park, Moby, Rob Zombie along the way.&lt;br /&gt;-Um. Yeah. I will go hide under a rock now?&lt;br /&gt;-Eats Italian food. Did I mention I wore my all-stars with my skirt? Smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-10817144?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/10817144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/10817144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10817144' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-10577452</id><published>2002-03-09T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-09T21:39:25.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ha, Ha, Ha&lt;/b&gt;_My blogs come more frequently than bowel movements to the constipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, bad metaphor. Really bad. I apologize. That rivals with the "I sweated more than Gary Condit under the wrath of a Connie Chung question". I apologized for that one, too. Remember that? Ah, the early days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...what has happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is good. Sure, it has its ups and downs. But, um, hooray for the Institution of Education!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my piano performance part of my test today. I am bad at sight-reading. To give you an idea of sight-reading, this is what happens:&lt;br /&gt;You have a piece of music in front of you- it's totally new to you. In the next 30 seconds, you have to play the music well. But, you know, I think it's my own fault. I should be able to do it easily by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-10577452?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/10577452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/10577452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10577452' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-10217375</id><published>2002-02-28T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-28T00:11:52.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Day&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Non Sequitur Sequence&lt;/i&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wallowed in crapulence for a short while today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My computer froze...several, several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The German language is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Songs of the Day: "Loser" by Beck or "I'm a Loser" by The Beatles.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-10217375?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/10217375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/10217375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10217375' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-10095099</id><published>2002-02-25T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-25T00:16:30.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sudden Wealth&lt;/b&gt;_I have come into sudden wealth as of approx. 10:30 a.m. this morning. Prior to that (but after Friday, approx. 12:30 p.m.), I had not a penny to my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, as I was sitting, waiting for church stuff to start, along comes my friend's brother, saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Paulina, I have something for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he reaches into his pockets and gives me two pennies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man. I'm all bling bling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Borders&lt;/b&gt;_Um, okay. Does anyone remember the gift certificate to Borders? My dad sort of used it on..."Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" !!! Anyway, he still owes me money. I bought &lt;i&gt;The Clockwork Orange&lt;/i&gt;. Apparently, a long time ago, when my dad still lived in New Zealand...he watched the movie. So he says I shouldn't read the book. Also, he gave away the plot and ending, so...yeah. I am thinking of buying &lt;i&gt;Death of a Salesman&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;King Lear&lt;/i&gt;. I have yet to make up my mind. If worse comes to worse, I will just buy a cd and feel all hunky-dory. Secondly, I have just lost my copy of &lt;i&gt;Catcher in the Rye&lt;/i&gt;. This is the second time. I think the book is getting tired of being lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;two minutes have elapsed since that previous sentence was written&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found the book. Victory for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nolympics&lt;/b&gt;_I watched no Olympic games. I simply wasn't interested. Contact me when curling becomes a real sport. Pffft. *look of disdain*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-10095099?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/10095099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/10095099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10095099' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-10028513</id><published>2002-02-22T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-22T20:50:13.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;She's Back, Possibly Better Than Ever&lt;/b&gt;_After a much needed break, I have come back. WAZZAH *karate chop* ! But who knows for how long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Glutton Bowl&lt;/b&gt;_That Japanese guy yesterday just gobbled up the hot dogs and brain. Man. He's so tiny, too. All my cool friends watched that instead of the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-10028513?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/10028513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/10028513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10028513' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-9632364</id><published>2002-02-11T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-11T21:21:16.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/b&gt;_I was thinking of purchasing red envelopes for Chinese New Year and stuffing the envelopes with nickels, pennies, and notes that say "Haha, you lose". But I was also thinking that not everyone had the same sense of humor as I do, so they'd beat me up because they are greedy money-suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mardi Gras&lt;/b&gt;_Some girl is bringing 4 pizzas to French class for Mardi Gras. I'm bringing a bag of chips, someone else is bringing 2 bags, and we're also getting cakes and stuff. All I have to say to the German and Spanish students is: "HAHA, suckers!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/b&gt;_Too many holidays in a week to handle. I'm thinking of handing out milanos with a sign that says "LOVE=MILANOS". Milanos, incidentally, are those cookies from Pepperidge Farm. They're quite good. Anyway, back to the point, I was thinking about how much just ONE package of milanos cost. I'm not feeling the "love" thing anymore. Maybe I'll just make notes with hearts on the front, with a message on the back that says "Only your momma loves you. Good luck this Valentine's day" and throw them around the school. Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Fabricated ASB Holiday; Version I&lt;/b&gt;_This is..."Random Acts of Kindness Week". ASB suggests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let someone else go first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank a teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be polite!&lt;/ul&gt;I think these rules are especially dumb because...these are things we should do on a regular basis. Word up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-9632364?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/9632364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/9632364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9632364' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-9601111</id><published>2002-02-11T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-11T00:45:31.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;JeNGA!&lt;/b&gt;_I hadn't played it for the longest time. It's pretty fun. I also played Super Mario Bros. today. 'Twas like a revisiting of the 90s. Which was, like, 3 years ago. Pah. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Losers, Unite!&lt;/b&gt;_So, I was looking over the Valentine's edition of the Friday Five. One of the questions was "What is the most romantic thing you've ever done for somebody?". I thought "Lend them a pencil?". Har, har, har. [Lonely] Losers, unite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beatles Renditions&lt;/b&gt;_Normally, whenever people redo Beatles songs, they don't do it right (exhibit A: Tori Amos &amp; "Happiness is a Warm Gun")- or at least, not right according to my standards. But Rufus Wainwright! Man. He did it pretty well. Someone else recently redid a Beatles song. When I get the name, I will tell you. I've never gotten the opportunity to hear the "Across the Universe" by Fiona Apple...pooh to that, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;News Updates&lt;/b&gt;_This year, I found out that a lot of my friends don't know much about what's going on the world (i.e. Enron, Israel &amp; Palestine, India &amp; Pakistan). Maybe I will give very short and concise news updates here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-9601111?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/9601111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/9601111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9601111' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-9551860</id><published>2002-02-09T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-09T10:12:45.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorry Everything Has Gotten Boring&lt;/b&gt;_I remember when I blogged 11 times in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember the 5 day gap between 2 blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see, the blog has gotten boring. But I will present you with vignettes so that you may know how I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;001.&lt;/b&gt; Hunting for Worms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting down at lunch and my friend Laura started digging a hole out of boredom. Lo and behold, a worm came up. It went back down, but that's beside the point. I learned that several of my friends are wormaphobic. And I learned that my teacher likes worms. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;002.&lt;/b&gt; The Boy with the Crazy Legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a boy in my P.E. class; you've got to see him. Remember the times when you were a kid and you ran across the field, feet flying so high up that they kicked your rear? Yeah, well this guy runs like that. And he runs fast. So fast that if I'm behind him on the track, he gets sand in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when he plays basketball, he jumps so high for the ball. His whole body just moves up. When he shoots, he looks like superman. This kid's got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;003.&lt;/b&gt; Fobular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could speak several languages so that I could talk to everyone at school. Then maybe, just maybe, I could be popular among the fobs. They're cool, and so are you (or so I hear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;004.&lt;/b&gt; Ink You Bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started listening to some Incubus. Maybe that's why I had the dream Brandon Boyd got married; I can't really be sure. I hated "S.C.I.E.N.C.E.", "Morning View" is much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;005.&lt;/b&gt; Happy About Grades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher gave me an up. I started doing bells when I heard this (you know, the thing in the classics where some guy runs and clicks his heels) and shouting "DEUCE!" with both hands up. You can see that I am cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-9551860?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/9551860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/9551860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9551860' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-9551171</id><published>2002-02-09T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-09T09:43:32.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word.&lt;/b&gt;_I had a dream that Brandon Boyd got married. But of course, that's not true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-9551171?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/9551171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/9551171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9551171' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-9504972</id><published>2002-02-07T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-07T21:04:09.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books, books, books&lt;/b&gt;_Our school has a lot of dumb books. To add to that, they know it. So to compensate for that fact, they give away lots of free books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up The Magnolia Jungle, but never really looked at it. Yesterday, I did, and found something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the very back of the book, I found a folded-up piece of paper. I first saw a circle. Then, eyebrows and a nose (this person must have been practicing drawing faces), then I found little quotes! Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a big red apple...take a bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joy is an inner experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be happy, share your joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is a place, take someone with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brightly colored flowers can be love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Oh yeah, and the only people who checked out the book had to return it on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar 12 '62&lt;br /&gt;Jul 19 1962&lt;br /&gt;Jun 11 '71&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cable TV and Internet&lt;/b&gt;_I got both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't Take It For Granted&lt;/b&gt;_A 39-year-old (friend of family) died of a stroke. He leaves behind a wife, 3 kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-9504972?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/9504972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/9504972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9504972' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-9460247</id><published>2002-02-06T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-06T17:59:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;An Explanation for the Masses&lt;/b&gt;_Sorry about the lack of updates. School stuff, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals ended on Friday. Here is a school update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good grades...with the exception of P.E. and English. Well, maybe not, I'm just not sure about those two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty frustrated now. I think this will last for two weeks or so, but I'll keep it under wraps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever read &lt;i&gt;The House On Mango Street&lt;/i&gt;? Sure, it's an okay book, but...that's it. It's just okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for more book suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: If you tell me to "shut up" and are out of reason to tell me so, chances are, I will mentally karate chop your liver and will retaliate with some witty repartee that will equally &lt;i&gt;chop you down&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-9460247?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/9460247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/9460247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9460247' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3084410.post-9324362</id><published>2002-02-03T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-03T00:03:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jinra Exploitation, One Conversation At A Time&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JelloShotJunkie&lt;/b&gt;: maybe we have a cult following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MarhaWapon&lt;/b&gt;: maybe it's some underground "I love Jinra &amp; Paulina" kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JelloShotJunkie&lt;/b&gt;: could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JelloShotJunkie&lt;/b&gt;: that would rock haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MarhaWapon&lt;/b&gt;: weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MarhaWapon&lt;/b&gt;: maybe people have t-shirts with our faces emblazoned on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MarhaWapon&lt;/b&gt;: hah. that's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JelloShotJunkie&lt;/b&gt;: actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JelloShotJunkie&lt;/b&gt;: i would call that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JelloShotJunkie&lt;/b&gt;: GENIUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiggy wiggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And the whole world wants to know...&lt;/b&gt;_Who's Elena? Dear Elena, please IM me! Word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3084410-9324362?l=paulinia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/9324362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3084410/posts/default/9324362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulinia.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9324362' title=''/><author><name>Paulina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529993341273296450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
