<?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-3379596</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:59:30.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nietzsche kNew Nothing</title><subtitle type='html'>The place to go when you're not in the mood to write a philosophy paper. I especially like the alliterative touch.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>351</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-8302116806270305271</id><published>2007-10-10T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T20:27:00.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. It's been almost a year since I've blogged anything. Tsk Tsk. Anyway, for anyone reading, I got married to a wonderful guy named Gene. He's a sweetie and I love him. I'm still lazy and this will be short. I'm temping at AT&amp;T where they pay me to watch Tv. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, c'est la vie. I'm off to bed. I love sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-8302116806270305271?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/8302116806270305271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/8302116806270305271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#8302116806270305271' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-116581785432627366</id><published>2006-12-09T00:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:17:34.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Lano! How does it feel to be a quarter centary old? I hope you have an awesome day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-116581785432627366?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/116581785432627366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/116581785432627366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116581785432627366' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-116267246678113538</id><published>2006-11-04T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T14:34:26.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's November and that means that lots of birds will soon die. I love turkey. Die birdies die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-116267246678113538?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/116267246678113538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/116267246678113538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116267246678113538' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-116217941357615652</id><published>2006-10-29T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:36:53.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stress is the bane of modern society. I mean, back in the day stress was centered around staying alive, but as modern society moved further from suvival and towards comfort and keeping up with the Jones, stress has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can handle stress if it means trying to avoid starvation or keeping out of the grips of a grizzly bear, but the crazy tight feeling in your chest that isn't accomapanied by the andrenaline rush of possibly dying. I would take that any day over the constant low grade stress of modern day life. The constant stress of the modern era is killing the soul of America. Move over Osama, hello to the stress of everyday life. Life that doesn't have to be so complicated, but yet is. I never understood why life is so difficult, but I think that we create a lot of these difficulties for ourselves. Why would anyone willing accept and create stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose there is no simple answer to why we do the things we do. I suppose the most unacceptable thing for humans is that we do not have control over our lives. that includes stress. We need to find alternative ways to manage stress. I'll let you know when I find one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose writing in general is a cathartic exercise, but oddly enough I find it's not helping this time. Sucks to your asmar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-116217941357615652?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/116217941357615652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/116217941357615652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116217941357615652' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-116154567624891451</id><published>2006-10-22T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T14:34:36.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Midterms suck ass. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird working with Ricky again. I just hope he doesn't get shived because of me. It's been an interesting couple of weeks... Just a quick update here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Trekkers are very strange. It's almost embarrassing. No, it is embarrassing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-116154567624891451?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/116154567624891451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/116154567624891451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116154567624891451' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-116016520717835109</id><published>2006-10-06T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T15:06:47.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, this has been a very hectic week. If I ever wondered what it felt like to drown, I totally understand. I guess I could see that wave creping up on me, but who pays attention right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I was an INTJ, but alas, I have to admit that I'm an INFJ. Why i was in denial about that I don't know, but it explains a lot. I have a chemistry test that I need to study for tomorrow. :-( I wish that life wasn't so dramatic, but I think that's the nature of things. God has a really interesting sense of humor... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about life that I guess I should keep in mind is that it's crazy. Mutable. Relative. It also has the ability to bring you to your knees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a philosophical mood, but too tired to reflect properly. Maybe sleep would help. Nice warm bed. Crawl into a ball away from the world. Sounds good eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-116016520717835109?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/116016520717835109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/116016520717835109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116016520717835109' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-115743195426815360</id><published>2006-09-05T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:52:34.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>John Mayer is dead to me now. After all the whores he's dated, now he's dating Jessica Simpson. That has to be one of the worst females to date. The only way he can get any worse is if he dates Lindsay Lohan or Hilary Duff. I'm just waiting for &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; announcement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-115743195426815360?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/115743195426815360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/115743195426815360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115743195426815360' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-115738648564061744</id><published>2006-09-04T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T11:14:45.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14663786/?GT1=8506"&gt;CRIKEY!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crocodile Hunter is dead. Steve Irwin was killed today, but not by a crocodile, shark, snake, or any other crazy dangerous animal you'd think would get him. He died from a stingray barb to the heart while filming a documentary. Ouch. It's a really sad day, but we all knew it was coming. My condolences to his family. Man, what a way to go. I bet they're not going to show his death on Animal Planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-115738648564061744?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/115738648564061744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/115738648564061744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115738648564061744' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-115660640839455357</id><published>2006-08-26T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T10:33:28.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well going to school and working will be my future. I'm not looking forward to tangling with chemistry again, but it must be done. My job is interesting, and the people I work with are crazy and fun. Well, mostly crazy... Happy belated Birthday Ricky. I didn't miss it, but I didn't post a birth blog for you. I could go back and do it, but we all know it would be a lie. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Enterprise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-115660640839455357?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/115660640839455357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/115660640839455357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115660640839455357' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-115247479399436259</id><published>2006-07-09T14:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T14:53:13.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When did it become July?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-115247479399436259?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/115247479399436259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/115247479399436259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115247479399436259' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-115247470578505717</id><published>2006-06-27T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T14:51:45.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm cheating, but it's okay because I've been busy. I did write a post a long time ago, but never got around to posting it. Oh well, C'est la vie. Here's mud in your eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy Birthday Mike!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-115247470578505717?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/115247470578505717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/115247470578505717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115247470578505717' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-114758675388898777</id><published>2006-05-14T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T01:11:10.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love you puppy! Jin-jin has never grown out of sleeping in my lap although he's a little too big for it now and stinky. He use to fall asleep in my lap as a puppy and guess he misses it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have something profound to say, but I don't remember what and I'm kind of tired. Also my contacts are bothering me. Oh well, maybe next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-114758675388898777?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/114758675388898777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/114758675388898777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114758675388898777' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-114609809232287673</id><published>2006-04-26T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T19:34:52.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had the strangest dream last night about Steve Nash. MVP Steve Nash? Yep, I was just as surprised about that too, but it gets weirder. I was walking down the street that my brother lives on, and the last house on the corner had a weird set of stair leading down undergroud. Steve Nash was at the bottom of the stairs in this small room that extended under the street. I asked him if the room really extended under the street and if that bothered him. He was a really nice guy. He invtied me and one of my three friendsdown into the room. At first the room was a small storage space, but it grew in my dream. I told Steve that if he wanted to make the room look bigger he could get someone to paint a window on one of the walls and put in some mirrors. the small room was painted a rustic orange-yellow that is reminicent of Tuscany. I recall asking him if this room was really under the street and he said that there was 7 feet of ground above us. He wasn't afriaid of collaspe and it wasn't too noisy or hot. He said that the asphalt reflected the heat. I never asked why he built the room under the street and if that was legal. I remember looking at the extensive collection of crayons he had. My friend and I were playing a game in which we find the pink crayon. We coudln't, we kept picking crayons that were tickle me pink or something else, not just pink. Anyway, I met Nash's family, his father and sister and they were nice. Their house was a huge mansion with waterfalls leading into the pool. After meeting his family, I explored the room under the street again and it changed into an apartment that had two bed rooms, a bath and living room. One of the bedrooms  was decorated as a beach house. It was wooden plank floors and a painted beach scene. I don't remember what the other room was like. But I do remember that there were windows that overlooked the street. I then ask Nash why there were windows if we were underground. Dreams are weird like that and no one had a clue. Shortly thereafter I woke up and that was the end of my time with Steve Nash. He was a really friendly guy in my dream and I hear he's pretty cool in real life too, but I suppose it's because he's Canadian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-114609809232287673?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/114609809232287673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/114609809232287673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114609809232287673' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-114555090454501288</id><published>2006-04-20T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T11:35:04.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Hitler's birthday today. If there ever was a poster child for birth control... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched 2 seasons of Star Trek Voyager and I'm addicted. I love the Doctor and hate Neelix. I miss Enterprise, but Voyager is quickly gaining my heart, and I'm only in the "bad seasons" before 7 of 9. I am keeping tabs on how many mind melds Tuvak iniatates. He's a mind meld whore, while Harry can't help from getting captured or kidnapped. On the other hand, Chakotay isn't as naked as many times as I thought he would be. There have been plenty of lame episodes, but the good ones are good. It's not Archer and wonderful Daniels, but Voyager will do until I can watch Enterprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I love 24, but it's making me motion sick with all the plot twists. It's oh so addictive. Jack Bauer is the Tv equivalent of crack. 24=crack. They should make a 24 movie, but excelerate the play back. What I would like to know if how Jack is able to not go to the bathroom for a day. His bladder isn't that strong, or is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-114555090454501288?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/114555090454501288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/114555090454501288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114555090454501288' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-114438523671806616</id><published>2006-04-06T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T23:47:16.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's April. People are sick. I'm still sick. :-( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Anime that is dubbed in English. It's just too weird. I really need to find the rest of the Saiyuki series. I only have the first six episodes and the last episode I have ends on a cliffhanger :-( I missed Anime. On another note Ranma 1/2 is really fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Jin-jin. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-114438523671806616?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/114438523671806616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/114438523671806616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114438523671806616' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-114266809507411385</id><published>2006-03-18T01:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T01:48:15.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crime Fighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So staying up late watching Buffy, being paranoid, and having a dog has paid off. Upon letting out the dog after midnight and noticing a mini-van where it shouldn't be, I might have averted a future crime. Wow, that sounds less thrilling than I thought. Hmm. Anyway, there was a van parked in front of my house and I know the neighbours don't have midnight vistors. So I went to a darker room to investigate by peering through the blinds. I noticed a heavy-set guy walking around in between houses across the street. At first I thought it was a neighbor or a guest, but the guy came back around and checked out another house. So I called the police. The guy came across the street and went between my house, but my dog barked at him and he eventually walked away. I noticed him walking around the houses down the block. I think he was casing houses. Anyway, the cops showed up fairly quickly (about a 7 minute response time, good thing I wasn't dying, but I'm sure they would hurry if it was a real emergency) and they caught him as he was walking back to his mini-van. Seriously what kind of criminal drives a soccer mom vehicle? The cops grilled him for 30 minutes and let him go. I guess he didn't steal anything or whatever. Damn due process and probable cause! Just give Bush time and we'll have no civil rights. So he was looking into cars and around houses, but he parked in front of the wrong house. I guess it was pretty lucky. Well, I'll keep a vigilant look out for creeps. Hmm, I'm not sure but I think you can shoot strangers at night in Texas. You gotta love this state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I need a shower and some sleep. Fighting crime really takes it out of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-114266809507411385?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/114266809507411385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/114266809507411385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114266809507411385' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-114264590922557092</id><published>2006-03-17T19:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T19:41:14.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy St. Patrick's Day. &lt;br /&gt;On another note I can't believe I missed Graham's birthday. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-114264590922557092?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/114264590922557092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/114264590922557092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114264590922557092' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-114218561169746068</id><published>2006-03-12T11:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T11:46:51.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spring Break. That's all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-114218561169746068?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/114218561169746068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/114218561169746068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114218561169746068' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-113945316934358401</id><published>2006-02-08T20:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T20:46:09.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love Star Trek Enterprise and 24. I miss Daniels. I'm looking for a dorky white guy that looks like Daniels. I even like Buster from Arrested Development. Scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-113945316934358401?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/113945316934358401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/113945316934358401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113945316934358401' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-113806743788985742</id><published>2006-01-23T19:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T19:50:37.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;i&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/i&gt; with Ricky and Druck and I must admit I was disapointed. It was hyped up and had horrible background music. Don't get me wrong, i love western and gay cowboys, but this movie coudl have been edited tons better and needless to say I am not buying the soundtrack to the film. The acting was excellent (Jake was amazing) despite Heath Ledger's horrible accent. Also I didn't need to see Anee Hathoway's boobs. The make up job to age the actors was also horrible. I wish they had included cues as to what time the action was taking place. It was confusing sometimes because the scenes would change without a time frame and I was left confused. The story was one of forbidden love, and while it was good, the editing, music, and make up could have all been better. The cinematography was excellent though. The locations were awesome, but honestly this movie isn't all that eveyone says it is. Take out the two hot guys making out and you got a short-lived film that goes to DVD quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, the first love scene plays out like a rape, it also seems like a dream sequence. A question for gay men: Are your relationships and sex always that violent? To Ricky and I it was like watching two Klingons screw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-113806743788985742?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/113806743788985742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/113806743788985742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113806743788985742' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-113590665498217655</id><published>2005-12-29T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T19:37:34.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Farewell 2005. Bonjour 2006. Here's to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-113590665498217655?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/113590665498217655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/113590665498217655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113590665498217655' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-113497250631517003</id><published>2005-12-18T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T00:08:26.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>24. Jack is dead. I am alive. A new season begins in January. Can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things to say, but yet I don't feel like talking. So much is wrong in the world. Crazy it is. This might be the most apathetic birthday to date. I'm not excited. Should I be? I guess that's the feeling of 24 (not the show mind you.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-113497250631517003?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/113497250631517003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/113497250631517003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113497250631517003' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-113419753276485917</id><published>2005-12-09T12:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T00:58:37.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Lan!!! 24 is soo old ;-) I hope all goes well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-113419753276485917?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/113419753276485917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/113419753276485917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113419753276485917' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-113297817740547510</id><published>2005-11-25T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T22:09:37.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy post-Thanksgiving. Hope all survived the gluttony of the turkey conspiracy holiday. I don't feel like updating, but for anyone trying to call me, call my house because I don't have a cell phone right now. Perhaps I'll write something more substantial next month when my fingers don't hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-113297817740547510?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/113297817740547510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/113297817740547510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113297817740547510' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-113034903709013526</id><published>2005-10-26T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T12:50:37.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally finished watching fourth season of 24 and I am very curious how they will do a fifth season. I enjoyed fourth season, but the ending seemed rushed. I also like second season of Lost, but it seems like they are filler episodes which kind of make me sad. I don't care for filler episodes. Also, Lost is going nuts. What the hell is happeneing on that island?!?! Anyway, I hope it doesn't drag on because I can't see this series doing more than 2 or 3 seasons at the most. Go out while you're on top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-113034903709013526?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/113034903709013526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/113034903709013526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113034903709013526' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-112804543900074043</id><published>2005-09-29T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T20:59:38.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://65.127.124.62/south_asia/4483241.stm.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ZOMBIES!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Real zombies! I never really thought they were real, but seriously they exist. Lan called me this afternoon with the zombie news and it was rather surreal. So who'll be laughing at us now for making a "Zombie Contingency Plan"? Man, keep an eye out for mysterious deaths, people getting bitten or randomly attacked, people disapearing, and government coverups. If all this happens, it's zombie time and we're screwed. Start running because you need to be able to outrun and outlast a zombie. Scariness. I never thought this day would come. Buy the &lt;i&gt;Zombie Survival Guide&lt;/i&gt; by Max Brown. I know Lan and I are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: So it was a &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/humor/iftrue/zombies.asp"&gt;joke&lt;/a&gt;, but it doesn't mean that we're safe from zombies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-112804543900074043?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/112804543900074043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/112804543900074043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112804543900074043' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-112793248717087150</id><published>2005-09-28T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T13:35:49.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How is it that it's the last week of September and it's over 100 degrees outside? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, two hurricanes have come and gone, giving the media a late summer blockbuster. There were a lot of problems in the aftermath, but I don't feel like ranting. I only have a few points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Those who say classism didn't exist in American society must be colorblind. All (Very nearly) of the evacuees from New Orleans were poor and black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I don't think it was the FEMA or federal government's fault in New Orleans, the mayor is responsible for evacuating people and making sure that they can get out. The Mayor's half-ass plan to put people in the Superdome was crap and he should be recalled. But because he's black, there's the possibility of the race card bneing played, but everyone knowe, even he knows deep down, that he failed his people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Why isn't there more coverage of the increase of crime where refugees are being relocated to? In my area there has been an increase in robberies, burgarlies, and rapes, but the news doesn't cover that stuff. I guess it doesn't make for a pleasant story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)The whole $2000 debit card thing was a crazy idea and I'm glad someone realised that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Then there's the issue of using tax payer money to rebuild structures on hurricane prone areas. Why do people keep building houses on sandbars that get wiped out every summer? Furthermore, why are we paying for it? They shouldn't build on these barrier islands, but they do and the American people all pay for it. Grrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I ranted. Sorry. Anyone feels that they should just forget about New Orleans and build a new city, maybe one above sea level? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm not insensitive, just realistic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-112793248717087150?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/112793248717087150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/112793248717087150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112793248717087150' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-112486097472934679</id><published>2005-08-23T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T00:22:54.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greenday rocked! I really enjoyed the show. The show was well choreographed and there were lots of pyrotechnics and cool lights. Billie Joe jumps around alot and pretty damn high too. He was good at crowd interaction although I got tired of Hello San Antonio! and the Hey-o thing. It was cool that he got people on stage to play with the band. My seats were a bit high up, but all in all it was cool. I didn't want to be in the mosh pit again. Greenday played a good deal of American Idiot and some of their older songs. I wanted to hear Waiting, but they didn't play it :-( Jimmy Eat World was good too, although I didn't know any of their songs from their latest album, but that's ok because they mainly played from the Bleed American album, except The Authority Song. :-( All in all a good time, although I'm still conflicted about going to see Weezer and Foo Fighters. ::sigh:: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about all for now. Better late than never eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-112486097472934679?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/112486097472934679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/112486097472934679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112486097472934679' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-112448328576010531</id><published>2005-08-19T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T15:28:05.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Ricky biatch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dog rolled in poop the night before Ricky's birthday. I think Jin-Jin wanted to get pretty for Ricky's visit. I love mountain biking and I almost died, but I would do it again. It's so fun! Anyway, it's time for Enterprise. It's been a long time, getting from here to there... ::sigh:: How I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about all because it's time for Enterprise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-112448328576010531?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/112448328576010531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/112448328576010531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112448328576010531' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-112235787459892158</id><published>2005-07-26T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T01:05:31.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finished reading &lt;i&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/i&gt; and I liked it. I also liked &lt;i&gt;The Hobbit&lt;/i&gt; and will soon start on &lt;i&gt;The Simarilion&lt;/i&gt;. I am surprised that the character I hated the most was not Sam as I thought it would be, but Frodo. My God I hate that little bastard. I think it was because he gave into the ring and I was damn glad that Gollum bit off his finger. Sam is the second most hated character. His love for Frodo was questionable, maybe he was bisexual since he got married. I loved everyone else. I love elves. I wonder why the Silvan elves didn't go to the Undying Lands? I want to see the movies again, but from what I remember the movies are very good book adaptations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow. Don't you love how your body likes to remind you that you're female each month. I swear it might be worth dealing with random erections not having to bleed each month without dying. I'm glad they have drugs for childbirth. I wouldn't consider kids ever if there weren't wonderful drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I've been watching Hell's Kitchen and the chick, Jessica, that's left, is dating a girl. This came as a surprise to me. They're families were invited to smaple their food and when the told Jessica that her mom, sister, and girlfriend was there I wondered who was her girlfriend was and then she started kissing a girl and I was like oh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;i&gt;War of the World&lt;/i&gt; and I must say it was so-so. I hated all the characters in the movie. All of them. The plot was ok, but the best thing was the cgi work. Overrated movie. &lt;i&gt;Batman Begins&lt;/i&gt; was much better. I want to see Willy Wonka and wondering if I want to see &lt;i&gt;The Island&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I play tennis tomorrow and I need to sleep. Till next month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-112235787459892158?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/112235787459892158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/112235787459892158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112235787459892158' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-111799155589997244</id><published>2005-06-05T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T12:12:35.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn you Lan and your tests ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blaze&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; ~ 44% Water ~ 59% Wind ~ 55% Earth ~ 81% Fire ~ &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;I've got a ruby red desire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've got to hear the red bird sing...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... your personality reminds me of the...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...fiery &lt;b&gt;Ruby&lt;/b&gt;, the red variety of corundum, or its little sister, the &lt;b&gt;Garnet&lt;/b&gt; that inspires love, passion and sensuality. Your colour is the luscious red or glaring pink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interpretation:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the seven chakras, the &lt;b&gt;Ground Chakra&lt;/b&gt;, which is associated with the element of &lt;b&gt;fire&lt;/b&gt; and represents our &lt;b&gt;basic desires and driving force&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;seems to be predominant in you. Though you will certainly be fun to be&lt;br /&gt;around, this may result in a tendency to make decisions impulsively or&lt;br /&gt;feel restless and agitated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can balance it by wearing an &lt;b&gt;Aquamarine&lt;/b&gt; or a &lt;b&gt;Turquoise&lt;/b&gt;; they both inspire balance, peace and serenity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Tarot references concerning your predominant element:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a young lass or lad and still unmarried your card is the &lt;b&gt;Page of Wands.&lt;/b&gt; Young women, especially married ones, identify with the &lt;b&gt;Queen of Wands&lt;/b&gt;, also known as the Queen of Clubs. If you are a young, unmarried man, you are the &lt;b&gt;Knight of Wands&lt;/b&gt;, and married or “mature” males are identified with the &lt;b&gt;King of Wands&lt;/b&gt;, commonly known as the King of Clubs. Ladies and gentlemen, here is your strong-willed man you’ve been looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the results you will get if you score highly on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the four elements: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5009339405940095754&amp;amp;category=0"&gt;Balance&lt;/a&gt; Wind: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5009339405940095754&amp;amp;category=4"&gt;Gust&lt;/a&gt; Fire: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5009339405940095754&amp;amp;category=1"&gt;Blaze&lt;/a&gt; Water: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5009339405940095754&amp;amp;category=8"&gt;River&lt;/a&gt; Earth: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5009339405940095754&amp;amp;category=2"&gt;Valley&lt;/a&gt; Wind &amp; Fire: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5009339405940095754&amp;amp;category=5"&gt;Thunder&lt;/a&gt; Wind &amp; Water: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5009339405940095754&amp;amp;category=12"&gt;Clouds&lt;/a&gt; Wind &amp; Earth: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5009339405940095754&amp;amp;category=6"&gt;Canyon&lt;/a&gt; Fire &amp; Earth: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5009339405940095754&amp;amp;category=3"&gt;Lava&lt;/a&gt; Fire &amp; Water: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5009339405940095754&amp;amp;category=9"&gt;Tornado&lt;/a&gt; Water &amp; Earth: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5009339405940095754&amp;amp;category=10"&gt;Trees&lt;/a&gt; Wind, Fire &amp; Earth: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5009339405940095754&amp;amp;category=7"&gt;Storm&lt;/a&gt; Wind, Fire &amp; Water: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5009339405940095754&amp;amp;category=13"&gt;Stars&lt;/a&gt; Wind, Water &amp; Earth: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5009339405940095754&amp;amp;category=14"&gt;Forest&lt;/a&gt; Fire, Water &amp; Earth: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5009339405940095754&amp;amp;category=11"&gt;Avalanche&lt;/a&gt; All four elements: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5009339405940095754&amp;amp;category=15"&gt;Harmony&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/users/112/250/11225140098321842389/mt1112528617.jpg"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="130"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;13%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="15"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="135"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;10%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;wind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="62"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="88"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;41%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;earth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="134"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="16"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;89%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;fire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=5009339405940095754'&gt;The Elemental Balance Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=11225140098321842389'&gt;Nitsuki&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-111799155589997244?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/111799155589997244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/111799155589997244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111799155589997244' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-111740731937549135</id><published>2005-05-29T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T17:55:19.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woe is me. Some bug or fungus has pretty much killed all my zucchini plants. I have 2 almost dead plants left and I think they're trying to kill my cucumbers now. :-( My tomatoes are wonderful though. they are a bit crowded, but I never thought they're get that big. I have little green tomatoes and little peppers too. My plants are doing well and I have okra too. My melon platns are trying to kill my cucumber plants and take over the garden and fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my poop loving dog needs a bath and I have been improving my tennis game. I have a weird tan because of it and I can run a 12 minute mile, give or take 10 seconds. Well, it's time for King of the Hill. Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Good luck Lan. May you have patience to deal with catgirls, fan boys, and anyone else at the convention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-111740731937549135?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/111740731937549135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/111740731937549135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111740731937549135' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-111612777107704168</id><published>2005-05-14T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T22:29:31.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ricky, Lee, her two friends, Corey and Andy (brothers, but not twins), and I went to Cowboys on Thursday night. It was a blast and although we didn't realise that Corey and Andy were brothers until hours later because Lee forgot to tell us, it was crazy fun. I don't recommend riding the mechanical bull while wearing a skirt though. It bruised up my thighs something fierce. Also they played too much country music, but I should have expected that. I can't two step because I try to lead, I can't shuffle my feet, and I have no sense of rhythm. It was fun to watch the skanks dance on the ho table. Ghetto dancing is fun, but Lee didn't like being the meat in our sandwich :-( I love you Lee and we should go out again :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-111612777107704168?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/111612777107704168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/111612777107704168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111612777107704168' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-111510495874651238</id><published>2005-05-03T01:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T02:22:38.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another sighting of my favourite word &lt;a href="http://entertainment.msn.com/movies/hotgossipc4"&gt;Schadenfreude&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further &lt;a href="http://www.news-record.com/sports/local/bkbtraining_041305.htm"&gt;proof&lt;/a&gt; that China is genetically tinkering with their atheletes. There is a 21 year old Chinese basketball player coming into the NBA who is, get this, 7' 8 3/4" tall!!!!! Almost SEVEN FOOT NINE INCHES TALL!!!!! I won't rant about this, but read what I said about Yao Ming on &lt;a href="http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_hanniballecter_archive.html"&gt;February 5, 2005&lt;/a&gt; because it's pretty much the same argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of China, we should seriously watch what they're doing. Here's an &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7693580/site/newsweek"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; that agrees with me. It's an important article about the rise of China as a world power. The trade imbalance is going to bite us in the ass in the future (no thank you to you Walmart bastards) and steps need to be taken to make America less dependent on crappy Chinese goods. Refer to my post on &lt;a href="http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_hanniballecter_archive.html"&gt;November 22, 2004&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, there is good news. I picked my first zucchini two days ago. It was seven inches long and beautiful. Better than a store bought one. Such love I have for it. I also have ltos of little cucumbers and more zucchini on the way. Hooray! I haven't eaten the zucchini yet because I don't know how I want it cooked. Will update about the garden later. Hooray for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-111510495874651238?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/111510495874651238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/111510495874651238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111510495874651238' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-111407414666191730</id><published>2005-04-21T03:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T04:02:26.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to post about my conspiracy theory on China and the genetic engineering of their athletes, but I'll do it tomrorow. I just wanted to say that I love Tepal on Enterprise. She kicks ass and if I like women I would so be into her. but I don't like her large breasts, but I find her strong character appealing and her humor is the best. She's the funniest Vulcan ever and the most amusing on the whole ship. I've been watching a lot of Enterprise and I don't see why it had a bad rep. It's cheesey, but all shows are in their first season, I just hope it doesn't get worse in second season. well, it's late and I want to sleep. Oh Fiesta is interesting. I will have to complain about it later bwcause my brain is shutting down. Actually, it's been down for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-111407414666191730?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/111407414666191730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/111407414666191730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111407414666191730' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-111251512773535338</id><published>2005-04-03T00:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T01:58:47.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was struggling to find April Fool's day pranks that were funny and not mean, but I find that my whole humor is mean sarcastic humor. Also, all of my pranks would have been illegal and gotten me arrested in at least 30 states. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a conversation with Danielle on the problems of modern society. I can say that I am very much for individual rights and decisions. I don't believe in organized religion and believe that it is a personal relationship between you and whatever higher form you believe in. Organized religion is often too conformative, hypocritical, dogmatic, and often times wrong. I don't think God cares who we bugger as long as we aren't killing each other. I began thinking that there isn't a solution for the destruction of morality and ethics in this society. For it would be against my personal beliefs to impose a blanket code of conduct on society. This is quite a conundrum. You can't make society better on a large scale without infringing on personal belief systems. Being the diverse creatures that we are we are set with a pattern of differing views and are essentially going to kill each other in the pursuit of individual freedom or lose all indentity in a governemnt or society wide imposed crackdown on behavior. Sounds bad. A lose-lose situation. I don't know if I'm pessimistic or just realistic. Man, the future sort of depresses me. On the bright side, we'll be dead before the planet goes to hell. Hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't take my word for it. I come from the viewpoint that humans are essentially bad, but there are many in the school of thought we believe we are good beings. So to everyone out there I say, "Prove me wrong people. Prove me wrong."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-111251512773535338?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/111251512773535338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/111251512773535338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111251512773535338' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-111187348532894330</id><published>2005-03-26T15:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T15:47:48.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I could rant aboutthe lastest book I read that wasn't worth the paper it was printed on but the book isn't worth the energy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky, Druck, and I went to Noseff's memorial service on Thursday and we hardly knew anyone there. I was surprised at who wasn't there though. You would have thought more people would have turned up but they didn't I won't list names because too many people search for themselves online. Whoever keeps looking up "Thomas Ledvorowski" keeps getting to my blog. We saw the Ledfords at the service and that was interesting. Mrs. Ledford looked good. I can't believe Josh is 8 years old! Druck socialized and we sat back and watched. Mr. Todd got fat and the guy leading the singing was odd. Ricky couldn't tell is he was really singing at first. The guy sang some song about a sparrow to show off, but it didn't really pan out for him. Oh that crazy Kennedy teacher, Mr. Johnson, was there. He cut his hippie hair and looked almost normal. Mr. Clark was there and he looked the same. I can still remember Francis saying "Fuck Pearl Harbor". That was funny. I hadn't seen a teacher get so mad since Mr. Karoly yelled at Nikki or Sara Lee for not standing up for the pledge of alligence. Although I didn't see it, I heard that Mr. Whitaker was very mad when Damon squirted disapearing ink on him. Come to think of it didn't Damon or someone shoot a water gun at Mr. Karoly. I wonder if Karoly really did see a ghost in the boys bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it. My plants are growing well and I need to separate them soon, but I'm a little lazy about doing it. I will get around to it eventually. Anyway, Happy Easter. Damn the Easter Bunny for taking Easter from Jesus. Santa takes his birthday and now a bunny takes his day. Jesus can't catch a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-111187348532894330?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/111187348532894330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/111187348532894330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111187348532894330' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-111010791383073538</id><published>2005-03-07T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T05:18:33.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the 3rd year anniversary of my blog. Hooray! Party Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Erin for inspiring me to get a blog. I wish you would update yours. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-111010791383073538?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/111010791383073538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/111010791383073538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111010791383073538' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-111010757489953856</id><published>2005-03-06T04:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T05:16:13.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm funny. That said, I should be sleeping, but I'm not. I will see Lee for lunch tomorrow and I need sleep, but that Dr. Pepper I had at dinner is keeping me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been planting seeds and making a garden. It's funnish and they're finally starting to grow. I'm growing, sage, peppermint, spearmint, tomatoes, sweet basil, oregano, parsely, okra, cucumbers, zucchini, green onions, chives (common and garlic), chamomile, rosemary, thyme, jalapeno peppers, assorted peppers, flowers and chilantro. I'm finally seeing sprouts and it's so cute. Unfortunately, I mixed up the tags on spearmint and rosemary so I don't know which is which until they grow. I also kicked over one of the flower's pot after I sowed my seeds so that might get messed up. My dog broke a pot of thyme and they were definately sprouting, but I fear they will die because they were left exposed because I was mad and didn't have another pot to plant it in and it was like 13 hours later before I replanted it. I hope for the best though. It's all exciting and I will finally get the fresh herbs I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on to the funny. Here's a conversation I had with Melissa. To prempt it I IMed her while she was away professing my love for her and that I will see her soon. Then she came back and this happened. [I'm editing out the part where I was cleaning my keyboard and inserting Ricky's comments]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:46 AM]:  Why are you up?&lt;br /&gt; Artemis165 [4:46 AM]:  i was watching six feet under&lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:47 AM]:  oh yeah &lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:47 AM]:  it's a weekend &lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:47 AM]:  you don't have school &lt;br /&gt; Artemis165 [4:47 AM]:  yep&lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:47 AM]:  see, weekends mean nothign to me &lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:48 AM]:  i'll probably be comign up with ricky &lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:49 AM]:  then we can fulfill our whirlwind romance &lt;br /&gt;      (FunDay96 [4:49 AM]:  awww, that's so cute)&lt;br /&gt; Artemis165 [4:49 AM]:  haha, sounds like a plan&lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:50 AM]:  we have the rest of our lives to plan together &lt;br /&gt; Artemis165 [4:51 AM]:  it will be a time I'll cherish forever&lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:52 AM]:  you should come over and we can have a slumber party &lt;br /&gt;      (FunDay96 [4:55 AM]:  and make sushi, that'll win her over)&lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:52 AM]:  pillow fights in teddies &lt;br /&gt; [edited]&lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:53 AM]:  sorry &lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:53 AM]:  IO was cleaning the keyboard &lt;br /&gt; Artemis165 [4:54 AM]:  ah&lt;br /&gt; Artemis165 [4:54 AM]:  well, I'm going to go to sleep finally&lt;br /&gt; Artemis165 [4:54 AM]:  I'll see you later&lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:54 AM]:  in your dreams &lt;br /&gt;      (FunDay96 [4:55 AM]:  haha) &lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:54 AM]:  In my dreams you float above me and sing like a choir of angels &lt;br /&gt; Artemis165 [4:54 AM]:  hahaha&lt;br /&gt; Artemis165 [4:54 AM]:  score&lt;br /&gt; Artemis165 [4:54 AM]:  that's the way I like to be dreamt&lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:55 AM]:  but then I wake up and you're next to me &lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:55 AM]:  and singing angels pale in comparison to your naturual beuty &lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:55 AM]:  beatuy &lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:55 AM]:  beauty &lt;br /&gt; Artemis165 [4:56 AM]:  haha&lt;br /&gt; Artemis165 [4:56 AM]:  you're too kind&lt;br /&gt; Artemis165 [4:56 AM]:  and quite possibly on crack&lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:56 AM]:  ha ha &lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:56 AM]:  the only drug I'm on is your Love baby &lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:57 AM]:  Love and the hope that one day we will &lt;i&gt;NEVER&lt;/i&gt; be apart&lt;br /&gt;     (FunDay96 [4:58 AM]:  goodnight Melissa :-)&lt;br /&gt;      FunDay96 [4:58 AM]:  HAHA&lt;br /&gt;      FunDay96 [4:58 AM]:  wow&lt;br /&gt;      FunDay96 [4:58 AM]:  she can't say no to that)&lt;br /&gt; Artemis165 [4:58 AM]:  hahah&lt;br /&gt; Artemis165 [4:58 AM]:  I don't think you really want that&lt;br /&gt; Artemis165 [4:58 AM]:  goodnight Jennifer ;-)&lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:58 AM]:  MNIght night &lt;br /&gt; Artemis165 is away at 4:58 AM &lt;br /&gt; Hawkeye13X [4:59 AM]:  good night my princes of sealab, you kings of the ocean &lt;br /&gt; Auto response from Artemis165 [4:59 AM]:  no one here wants to fight you like I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I am not on crack, but I am tired so I do weird things. Well, that concludes the update. Oh, Mrs. Noseff has pancretic cancer :-( Let's pray for the best...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-111010757489953856?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/111010757489953856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/111010757489953856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111010757489953856' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110905089733409133</id><published>2005-02-21T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T00:03:44.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dog did the nastiest thing today. While he was poop marking his territory, on the sidewalk near a light post, after the brown marbles rolled a bit, there was a nasty yellow discharge from his ass! He was pissing out his ass! I don't think it was the runs because he had a lot of solid poop. It wasn't urine either, but I suspect his anal glands were draining after pooping, but damn that was sooo disgusting. He's a white dog and I had to watch his now yellow ass walk up a hill for a block until I got back home. Once home, I gave him some water, didn't let him sit down and stuck him in the back yard until I was ready to give him a bath. NASTY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he needs a shave because his fur matted something terrible and it's getting spring like here. So after this week's rain storms, he's going to become the skinny dog once again. No more fur to make him look poofy and fat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I watched &lt;i&gt;Medium&lt;/i&gt; for the first time tonight and it wasn't bad. It was pretty decent for what's out there on TV nowadays. The way they portray the ghosts is scary, but not horror scary. I think they got the right might of creepy it's a ghost, but the ghost isn't going to try to kill Patricia Arquette. I liked how it was shot.Oh, on another note, Patricia Arquette's husband on the show is the same guy from the remake of &lt;i&gt;Dawn of the Dead&lt;/i&gt;. He was the guy who coudln't hold down a job and was the one the main chick fell in love with. He was born in London. Weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched &lt;i&gt;Everwood&lt;/i&gt; tonight out of sheer curiousity. The annoying whiney city boy's old girlfriend/babysitter shows up in NYC the same weekend that the boy is auditioning for Juliard. She aparently got pregnant with his child and left Everwood on the advice of the boy's father. Anyway, she's going to tell him everything and I kind of hope it ruins his audtion. Not becuase I hate the character, but because I really hate the whiney boy. Another awful show I watched tonight was &lt;i&gt;7th Heaven&lt;/i&gt;. I didn't mean to, but I didn't want to watch the commericals during &lt;i&gt;American Idol&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;7th Heaven&lt;/i&gt; is a horrible show. It is really dumb and not worth discussing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is worth talking about is that MSN is now splitting up it's articles into two pages, especially on the entertainment articles. The articles themselves are very short and do not need two pages, but SMN seems to be raking in money for the extra advertising space. This is annoying to me because I don't like having to load 2 pages on my slow ass dial up service. Also it's distracting and I'm considering not reading MSN, but let's be honest, what else would I do with my time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about does it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110905089733409133?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110905089733409133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110905089733409133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110905089733409133' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110853201220421050</id><published>2005-02-15T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T23:33:32.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a post to gush about &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0491402/"&gt;Hugh Laurie&lt;/a&gt; from the new Fox show &lt;i&gt;House&lt;/i&gt;. So Laurie plays a badass doctor, but the catch is that Laurie is Very British. He was in the Blackadder series with Rowan Atkinson and will be in the new Superman movie, but in House, he's so American. His accent is American and very good too. I would have never guessed he was British or Hugh Laurie if I didn't see the opening credits with his name. Man, Laurie is a great actor. Robert Sean Lenord is also in the series and he has a British accent, although he's American. Anyway, from what I saw of the show, I think I like it. I won't watch it regularly, but it's a good show, better than the majority of them out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I love my dog. He's so cute, although he sneezes on me and I think it's on purpose. I bribed my dog to not go for a midnight walk. He thinks he's entitled to a walk, and tries to make me feel bad by sitting next to the front door waiting or laying down. Sometimes he even tries to get me to follow him and then stops at the door. He likes to look at me from the door and kind of begs with his big brown eyes. I bribed him with a new rawhide bone. He took it from me and ran to to my room and didn't give the front door a second look. He's contently chewing on it as I type. What a cutie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110853201220421050?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110853201220421050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110853201220421050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110853201220421050' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110850425445740368</id><published>2005-02-15T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T15:50:54.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last might Druck, Ricky, and I went to an English pub to play darts. It was really fun and I wont the first game, though Ricky said I cheated. Druck won the second game and surprised us all, although I think he accidently won. He's not a great player, but he sure tries. Then we went to Jim's and talked for a long time. I missed catching up and spending time with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my pillow is finally breaking in, it's getting soft and less stinky :-) Happy, happy, joy, joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my dog and he comes when I call him, thus saving time because I no longer have to chase him down the street. His poop is very round though, like brown marbles, and they roll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, errands must be done and I want to whack the hell out of some baseballs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110850425445740368?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110850425445740368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110850425445740368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110850425445740368' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110836906933030758</id><published>2005-02-14T02:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T02:17:49.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to British Sensations the other day and I was very disapointed. It was small and their selection was crap. Most of the food was expired (Is that legal?) and the British tourist crap they sold reminded me of all the cheap shops in London. So it was a major let down. :-( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I washed 3 cars and did detail work on 2 of them yesterday. It took me 5 hours, but I didn't mind. It had been a very long time since I washed my car, actually I have never washed it by hand... Anyway, I also cleaned my keyboard and mouse with alcohol and Q-tips. That's important, I don't want to know how dirty it was. I was on a cleaning spree. I cleaned the house and bathrooms. The dog is next. He is so cute. Today he watched me wash cars for liek 4 hours. He would sit in the garage and stare at me. I wouldn't let him out of the garage because I didn't wna tot chase him, but he didn't run away so that was good. I rewarded him with a walk around midnight... It's drity under my fingernails and that bothers me. It's blue/gray and I think I got some blisters on my feet for wearing sandals all day. We really need a hose sprinkler attachment thingie. It would have helped a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need to sleep if I want to get up before noon. Oh I bought a new foam contour pillow and it seems to work ok. I'm still getting used to it and it still smells. :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110836906933030758?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110836906933030758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110836906933030758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110836906933030758' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110815322989352255</id><published>2005-02-11T13:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T14:24:09.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Thomas Ledvorowski!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like The Beatles, but try as I might I can never tell who's singing, especially between John and Paul. It doesn't help that Paul has an incredible range and voice... I know some of you out there are thinking, "How can't you tell the difference between them, they're very different," and to you I say, "I'm sorry, but I just can't hear it." Now and I then I can hear it, but mostly I guess wrong. To add insult to injury, George also throws me and once in a blue moon, God Forgive, Ringo does too. :-( Anyway, a friend told me that Love songs are generally sung by Paul and John sings more ironic songs. This lack of recognition is bad. How can I like a band, but can't tell who is singing? It makes me sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another sad note, Arthur Miller has died. I never read &lt;i&gt;Death of a Salesman&lt;/i&gt; but I hear it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, during our long conversations, Lan and I have concluded that I am more of a man that most of you. I am also not a fag hag. I love cock and I don't use "non-threatening" gay men to hide from "dangerous" heterosexual men. I am also straight. I don't like breasts. Why men like them, I don't know, but I surmise it has to deal with their mothers and breast feeding. I am smart, and you dumbass Swatties who thought I wasn't, to you I say, "Go fuck yourself!" It will probably be the most action you'll get. I'm not really crazy, but I do have my own problems and I don't share that with you because it's not your business and I don't think you'd understand anyway because you're too full of yourself to think about someone else for a change. To those I trust, you have my unwavering loyalty, as long as you don't stab me in the back. I don't think you will though, because I'm a fair judge of character and if you've come this far, you're in for the ride. You know who you are because if I named you, people will get hurt and as muchas I would like to do that, it's not a nice thing. You don't often find friends like you, and words can't explain how I feel. I love you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not bitter because I've come to the conclusion that it's not worth the effort and time moves forward and there's not reason to dwell on the bad things. I think I'm becoming more compassionate, in my own little way, and understanding. Well, maybe not in my own personal actions, but I can understand more in the affairs of others. I am going through a separation period and I realise that this disassociation is integral to my growth as an adult. I think I'm coming out of the tunnel. I see the light. I still have no clue what I really want to do, but at this point it isn't an issue. I have 40 years to bounce around in the system and find a career. I don't believe in destiny or fate, but I think at this point in my life I am not able to realise my acutality. I think that will come with time, and if not no sweat, because I've spent enough time waiting. Life is too short to wait. I'm going to pick a direction and walk because that's the only way to get to your destination. There comes a time when you've waited long enough and you gotta hoof it by yourself. I normally would wait half an hour, not 7 months, but we learn from our mistakes. I guess my ego and pride gets in the way and accoutns for some of my inaction, but a large part of that is lack of motivation and indecision. I also like being lazy. There's a lot to be said about it. It might not be the best for my personality, I need to be kept busy. Who knows where the future will take me, but I am going to let it. Hmm, I do have a life philosophy. I'm am soo a Sagittarius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110815322989352255?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110815322989352255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110815322989352255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110815322989352255' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110798496437145250</id><published>2005-02-09T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T23:58:05.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've spent the last couple of days reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark is Rising Sequence&lt;/span&gt; by Susan Cooper. I am happy to report that I liked it. This series is based on the battle between Light and Dark for the fate of man. I think Cooper really loved the Arthurian legend because this tale is ripe with it. As a series is written well enough and it is a mix of C.S. Lewis and Tolkien. The first book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Over Sea, Under Stone&lt;/span&gt; was very good as well as the second book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark is Rising&lt;/span&gt;, which is my favourite. The third book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Greenwitch &lt;/span&gt;is a very short filler book that pretty much unites the main characters from book one and two. The fourth book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Grey King&lt;/span&gt; was all right, and introduced another important character. The fifth and last book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silver on the Tree&lt;/span&gt; was good, but I think the ending was lacking. Granted these are young adult books, I think Susan Cooper could have added more to the finale because as it is I found it disapointing. Now I am inspired to read The Narnia Chronicles again and analyze the the crazy Christian symbols in it. I'm excited. Lan, I think you would The Dark is Rising and you, Teresa, would especially like it, unless all the inaccuracies of the books annoy you. Oh, the Cooper series also teachs you Welsh pronounciation on page 30 in &lt;i&gt;The Grey King&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, since one of the most commerical of holidays is upon us, here's a guide to chocloate that I found on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surest ways to figure out what's inside a piece of boxed chocolate (without taking a bite and putting it back in the box): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a swirl with two loops on top, it's caramel or buttercream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like nuts? Look for large lumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small bumps on the surface mean you'll likely find coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard caramels are almost always square or rectangular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft caramels are flat and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's wrapped in foil, odds are it has a liquid center, like cherry cordial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this will keep you from nibbling a chocolate and then tring to put it back because that's nasty. The trick I like to do is to eat two halves of chocloate from seperate peices and then join the remaining chocolate halves together to make a new chocolate. Note, don't try this with one dark and one milk chocolate because people tend to get wise to this really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should be reading the 5th Harry Potter book, but I can't seem to do it. I don't know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110798496437145250?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110798496437145250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110798496437145250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110798496437145250' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110767221539646472</id><published>2005-02-06T01:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T00:43:35.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dedicated to the steelworkers of America and Druck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.mit.edu/bdv/www/gay.jpg" width=500 height=360&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110767221539646472?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110767221539646472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110767221539646472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110767221539646472' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110763583425252097</id><published>2005-02-05T14:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T14:51:09.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy February. I did have someting to post about, but I forgot. I guess I can post about Jin-Jin then. That dog is just so strange. He eats fruits and vegetables. He loves grapefruit. Grapefruit! What dog eats that?!?! Also he when he humps your leg, he does it upside down. He humps up while he's on his back. Weird dog. He's fluffy and cute as hell nad looks like the calendar dogs now, btu he won't let me brush his legs and never his feet. If I try, he growls at me, and when he's tired of being brushed in general he barks at me. He likes to play hide and seek. It's fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's time for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what I was going to post about. Yao Ming. That guy is 7' 6" tall and ASIAN!!! So, maybe I would be more apt to believe that it happened naturally if Yao was from any other country, but he's from China, which is notorious for "cultivating" atheletes. The government "recruits" children from the age of 10 to train for gold medals. I think Yao Ming was genetically made in a lab. A super secret breeding program to make Asians taller. Seriously, how many tall Asians do you know? Yao is like the size of two Asians stacked on top of each other. Something is not right there. You can't trust China. Well, that ws about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110763583425252097?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110763583425252097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110763583425252097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110763583425252097' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110746407192637992</id><published>2005-02-03T14:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T14:54:31.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A day of discoveries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a shampoo and conditioner that works really well. I have dry hair, especially in the winter and I have been using Dove products, which work well, but I found that Aussie Moist products work even better. Yea! So, I've switched and will probably continue to use both Dove and Aussie, perhaps in the summer and winter, or whenever my hair gets used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found that Nivea Restorative Hand Night Creme works really well and I'm considering getting the body creme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about all. Try these products, they work really well. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110746407192637992?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110746407192637992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110746407192637992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110746407192637992' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110720708795202369</id><published>2005-01-31T15:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T15:31:27.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://msn.match.com/msn/article.aspx?articleid=3218&amp;articleSrc=3&amp;sid=12326922-9DC5-4790-9112-60A096A2E3F4&amp;trackingid=516311&amp;theme=214&amp;lid=160"&gt;Article of the day&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did leave out those damn passive-agressive people. I swear all the people I know belong in that category and I fear they are dragging me with them. I used to be healthy and assertive, well at least aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was reading back on some old posts and came across the Palmer bathroom haikus from &lt;a href="http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_hanniballecter_archive.html"&gt;April 2004&lt;/a&gt;. They're hilarious. I miss you Lan and Mike. I miss hitting you, getting beaten, tackling each other, being zombies, planning to escape zombies, breaking Lan's bed, leaving a trail of Kix to Sharples, SVU night, pizza and beer, salt in Evan's drink, stopping on Robert's ceiling, being loud and obnoxious, late night prowls, defacing the Palmer basement, pranks, shocking each other, showering together, splashing water on you when you're on the toliet, death metal, day time television, late night television, hating Asshole, and laughing. Ahh those were good times. even the fucked up bathroom shit and Sanjay brought us together. You know, I think last year made Swarthmore worthwhile. Here's to fond memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110720708795202369?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110720708795202369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110720708795202369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110720708795202369' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110715675614566330</id><published>2005-01-31T01:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T01:36:30.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A tribute to Mike and Germans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an MSN entertainment article that used the word &lt;a href="http://entertainment.msn.com/movies/hotgossipc3"&gt;schadenfreude&lt;/a&gt;. For the curious ones, schadenfreude means pleasure derived from the misfortunes of others. It's the basis of my humor. It's not too surprising that it has German roots. Such a great word, thanks Mike for teaching it to me and to the Germans for implementing it. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.totaltapeservices.com/images/fark/tmyk2.jpg" width=150 height=75&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110715675614566330?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110715675614566330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110715675614566330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110715675614566330' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110677529876972276</id><published>2005-01-26T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T15:34:58.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's sad when I notice when they change the voice actor for Arthur Read on Arthur. I don't like the new kid. He sounds too high pitched and girly. It still amazes me that D.W. is voiced by a boy. I don't like Buster's new spin off show.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of spin offs, I didn't know that Joanie loves Chachi was a real show. I just though that it was a joke. Did you know that Chachi means penis in some countries? I'm guessng Joanie loves penis was a hit in those countries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the new Green Day cd, American Idiot. My favourite song is Boulevard of Broken Dreams. It's a well put together album. I also like the new show Lost. It's fresh and entertaining, although I'm still a little confused as to what is happening. I should watch the show more consistently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news. Daria is closer to getting on DVD. I really look forward to that, although they would use generic music, which is kind of a let down, but I still have the real episodes on my computer. Crap! My computer's clock is stopped. I'm missing Arthur!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110677529876972276?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110677529876972276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110677529876972276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110677529876972276' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110629010296945745</id><published>2005-01-21T01:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T00:48:22.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a new year. Fun. I guess. Anyway, I love my new headphones. I have a phone interview for a Gov. job in Virgina. I applied for the job in October. Jin-Jin is wonderfully white and clean. I have no real news. It's interesting that I have some new readers. Welcome. I was looking at my stats and I didn't realise that I got 3 more hits from Africa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I kind of feel bad that I don't have any legitimate information about Friedrich Nietzsche on this blog. It's the most searched word that gets people here. Well, here's something legit about Nietzsche. He went crazy and died of syphillis, which he caught from a prostitute. Although his writings were used by the Nazi party, Nietzsche himself was not a Nazi, rather it was his sister who volunteered his writings to the party. Nevertheless, Nieztsche was still a rather disturbed person. Don't get me wrong, but regardless of his crazy thoughts, his thinking is still influential and at times entertaining. There's more to Fred than the ubermensche, read Beyond Good and Evil. I'm getting the urge to break out some of my philosophy books and read them this time. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough learning for today. But if you learn nothing from Nietzsche, learn this. Use condoms, especially when sleeping with prositutes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110629010296945745?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110629010296945745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110629010296945745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110629010296945745' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110426285598766374</id><published>2004-12-28T13:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T13:40:55.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are you as intrigued and fascinated by the killer tsunamis in Southeast Asia as I am? It's kind of mind boggling how many people are dead. Entire villages washed away. So do most of these peple drown? I'm guessing that's how they die. Not sure. It's annoying to watch CNN replay the same 10 second footage over and over again. It reminds me of the 9-11 attacks of the planes flying into the World Trade centers. Can't blame this one on the terrorists. Imagine tidal waves as a terrorist weapon. Wow. My mom said the wave was a sign of the Apocalspse. I don't understand if it took 6 hours to reach Somalia, why didn't someoen in say Thailand phone them? You would have thought that someone would have called the government in the other countries. The failure of an alert system is sad, but you still think that some people could have been warned. I was looking at pictures of the aftermath and was amazed by all the dead fish. You wouldn't think that they would die, but apparently the impact of the water is crazy strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who profits from this diasaster? The media. Non-stop coverage. Also there are some wonderful photographs coming from this event. Apparently the best pictures are of those of people in a state of distress or intense emotion. It's kind of startling. Still hard to fathom entire villages being destroyed. Whole towns. Thosands of people. Wow. Just wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110426285598766374?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110426285598766374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110426285598766374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110426285598766374' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110395785224271919</id><published>2004-12-25T01:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T00:57:32.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas. Commercialism at its height. Damn Walmart for trying to take over Jesus's birthday. Anyway, hope all is well for those I care for. Although it seems like the list is getting shorter... Thank you Lan for the jewerly box and earrings. I wore them tonight :-) Hey, it snowed pathetic snowflakes today. Nothing stuck, but I guess it's the thought that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my headphones on Thursday, a day late (bastards), and I'm breaking them in right now. So far they sound pretty good, the detail is amazing and the bass is not boomy, but correct. I think it will sound better tomorrow, when they're fully broken in. I can't wait. I love them, but I can't seem to get the fit on my left ear to be perfect yet. ::sigh:: With practice I hope I can get them to fit properly, else my headphones are like a pretty girl with short hair. I love you &lt;a href="http://www.etymotic.com"&gt;etymotic&lt;/a&gt;! At least the shopping hell is over for now. Now it's time for Valentine's Day. Fun. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110395785224271919?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110395785224271919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110395785224271919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110395785224271919' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110365613462057178</id><published>2004-12-21T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T13:08:54.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So. Well. Umm. Yeah. Might be getting a job in Iraq.  We'll see. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110365613462057178?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110365613462057178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110365613462057178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110365613462057178' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110344045281868596</id><published>2004-12-19T01:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T01:14:12.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate Internet Explorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy birthday to me.  Getting so much older.  I think I'll order those head phones. They're so ... ::sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw you guys, I'm going home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110344045281868596?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110344045281868596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110344045281868596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110344045281868596' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110314326623918629</id><published>2004-12-15T13:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T14:41:06.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I added a new link to &lt;a href="http://somethingpositive.net/"&gt;Something Positive&lt;/a&gt; because it's a great web comic that I read everyday. nothing really new to report other than I have 3 episodes left for season 3 24. I won't rant about it because I don't want to give anything away, but wow. I'll be 23 in 4 days. Gosh I'm getting old. Well, I have more apps to do and I should do my laundry. I'm also thinking about getting &lt;a href="http://www.headphone.com/layout.php?topicID=3&amp;subTopicID=26&amp;amp;productID=0020100005"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; headphones. they're expensive, but worth it and on sale (Over$100 off)! But, if I get that then I will want a new mp3 player. I will probably want a hard drive one or flash, I'm not sure yet. I might get an Ipod, but iriver has some nice products too. My Mp3-Cd Player could be updated too, but it still works well, just needs new batteries. So should I get a hard drive based player like an ipod or a flash based player that is smaller and more portable. So small that I can wear it as a necklace? I don't know either, but those head phones are mighty sweet and I think they might be my Christmas gift to myself....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110314326623918629?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110314326623918629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110314326623918629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110314326623918629' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110271931448102409</id><published>2004-12-10T16:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T16:55:14.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love the Ellen show and had to gush about it. She has the best monologue out there and unlike everyone else doing talk shows, her guests seem to really enjoy being there. There's not weird tension or ass-holish host being a smartalec, but she really seems to get along with her huests. She also gives out kick ass prizes for free and without the Oprah-esque snobbery. Today she gave away a diamond necklace and Kate Spade purse, which retailed for a grand total of $1,000. Wow. Ellen is funny, smart, and a good dancer. It's a great show and I think she's really found her niche. I like how she's not always asserting her sexual preferences, but instead focuses on making ths how as good as possible. I like how she is dedicated to causes and helps others by food drives, toy drives, etc. I don't get a big sense of falscity from her and that's good. I hate fake people, but she seems to be genuienly pleasant. I like her neurotic energy and playfulness with her audience. It is a bitch and a half to find her website, but I blame google's poor search engine. Let's face it, Google hit it's prime 3 years ago. It's all been downhill since then. You have to agree that it's earch capability sucks now. I should switch to another search engine, but which one? They all suck. Anyway, it's King of the Hill time.  Yee-Haw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110271931448102409?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110271931448102409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110271931448102409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110271931448102409' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110270744366650539</id><published>2004-12-10T13:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T13:40:42.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This just in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6692076/"&gt;Federal safety regulators want 600,000 Dodge Durangos and Dakota trucks recalled because their wheels could fall off, but the auto maker doesn’t believe the defect is dangerous, a company spokesman said.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... Is it just me or your wheels falling off your truck seem to be a dangerous defect? I saw this article and couldn't help wondering how unconcerned companies are about public safety. I guess it's understandable when you see it from the angle of profitsat all costs, but it still gets under my skin. ::insert rant here::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should give ths dog a bath and get some yarn. Besides, it's a beautiful day outside. 70 degrees, sunny, and it's December. Who said global warming wasn't a good thing?  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110270744366650539?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110270744366650539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110270744366650539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110270744366650539' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110266194346836839</id><published>2004-12-09T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T00:59:03.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 23rd birthday Lan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope you enjoyed dinner with the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110266194346836839?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110266194346836839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110266194346836839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110266194346836839' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110244973656177289</id><published>2004-12-07T13:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T14:02:16.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn idiot Blogger. I couldn't post on my blog. Asses. So it's 12.56 am on December 7, 2004. Hey, it's Pearl Harbor day. If we were at Ed White we'd be watching the same Pearl Harbor documentary and filling in the same worksheet. I think I only remembered to bring the previous worksheet once so I could sleep through the movie. Actually I never slept in class until college...or skip class until college... College is a bad influence. On second thought, we probably thought about bringing it 8th grade year after establishing a pattern from 6-7th grades, but forgot.  How do you forget Pearl Harbor day? It's the same day every year like Christmas. Maybe if the Japanese had given us presents instead of bombs we might remember it better. Well, they did give us their airplanes...pilots included. ;-) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since Google took over Blogger, the service for Blogger has been way down. It always fucks up my post, loses it, or doesn't let me into my account. Also the new features blow ass. If Enetation gets bought out by Google, my comments are doomed :-( &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On to the meat...&lt;br /&gt;Gays in the military. Who cares if they're gay, if they want to fight, let them. I was reading about how they don't ask don't tell policy was being challenged. It's a dumb policy, the military should drop it and let anyone in. Hell, even foreigners, we have a foreign governor in California. I don't think a homosexual will threaten the integrity of the military. I'm thinking you don't have to be straight to beat the shit out of a tied up prisoner on tape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's rationalize the whole gays in the military. With more homosexuals we would have a bigger Navy. Homosexuals are a neat and clean race, and always have been since they sailed from France oh so long ago. Neat and clean like the Army. Also they wouldn't mind big burley men yelling at them and calling them pansies. I'm sure with more homosexuals in the military the food quality would be improved and uniform fashions would be stylish as well as killerific. On the down side, Pink Paisley is not a good form of camouflage. Shiny boots good, mud bad. Duck and cover maneuvers would be the favorite drill, but marching in formation would make us the laughing stock of the world armies, except of course the French. French Army is a contradiction of terms. Anyway, I see no disadvantages in letting "them" into the armed forces, better then than me. You get them boys/girls/etc.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of unfair... The Army is keeping soldiers on duty past their agreed duty tours. That is wrong. If you agree on a certain time and them change the rules, it should be illegal. It's a breach of contract. Some 7,000 men and women should have gone home alive to their loved ones, but the Army won't let them, threatening them. So essentially they're forced to fight. That is wrong and 8 soldiers are suing the Army to get out. They probably won't win, but it's a strong sign of how disgruntled some soldiers are about the war or rather occupation of Iraq. the Army's defense of keeping these soldiers past their enlistment duty is that they want to keep together companies, such that they are not split up and old troops are mixed with inexperienced troops. It's a good idea for the whole, but still they should give those with their time up an option to fight or stay. If they stay there should be a bonus, that way there is just compensation for their risk. I can see both sides, but I don't agree with keeping soldiers against their will. I also don't believe in occupation of countries. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;::sigh:: I'm becoming more conservative. I hate change. I dislike all the new building and housing developments in San Antonio. I don't like the destruction of nature. I remember when IH-35 was a 2 lane highway from San Antonio to Austin, and all you could see was fields and cows. Now, it's hard to tell where San Antonio ends and Austin begins because of all the development. It's like attack of suburbia all the way between SA and Austin. I miss open space. I also don't like the massive developments around Loop 1604. I applaud Boerne's effort to keep out Walmart. The Evil Empire will probably spread there anyway, but then again that tank did run over that guy in Tinenaman Square. I have a feeling that I'm going to be grumbling about change for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, congrats to Ricky for graduating (Pending passing of his exams). Way to go babe! Good luck, you'll need it. I've also picked up golf. I'm not a bad putter and I'm working on my swing. Man, and I always bitched about golf. In case I can't post in time, Happy Birthday 23rd Lan on December 9th! You're getting old, but so am I. I asked my mom if I had wrinkled under my eyes and she told me to shut up and yelled at me. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my mom, I have to get up early tomorrow to apply for a job. :-| I wonder when I will hear from the civil service jobs I applied to. I applied to like 20 jobs so far and it will probably be February before I hear back. :-( &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'll update again. I promise Lan. Since this one was a long one, it might be a several days, but watch out for an update.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P.S. Mr. Led moved to Hartford, CT with Dale. He teaches in West Hartford and Dale is again superintendent for Catholic schools in Hartford, CT. Congrats on the new jobs fellas! I do wonder if Tom wanted to teach Precal and Algebra 2?  Also who got the job there first? My money's on Dale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I didn't have to get up early. I went to bed at 6am because I was up all night looking at jobs online. I figure by January I will have applied for at least 45 jobs, and will probbaly never hear back from any of them :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110244973656177289?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110244973656177289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110244973656177289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110244973656177289' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110145258503490368</id><published>2004-11-26T01:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T15:34:37.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Curse Lan for her love of online quizzes. I was like 80 % Sag, and I was either the moon or Mercury. I also am a liberal Republican. Here's what number I am, although we all know it's really 13. Oddly enough my soccer numbers was 5 with the Patriots and 13 with the Cubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="300" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Investigator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're independent - and a logical analytical thinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love learning and ideas... and know things no one else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored by small talk, you refuse to participate in boring conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are open minded. A visionary. You understand the world and may change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/numberquiz.html"&gt;What number are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, stay tuned for some &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; news/updates/drama. That means you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110145258503490368?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110145258503490368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110145258503490368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110145258503490368' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110136604309201037</id><published>2004-11-25T01:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T01:20:09.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome back Lano! I hope the interview went well. Anyway, I've been meaning to post my favourite line from Augusten Burrough's new book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magical Thinking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Schnauzer listens to jazz. I listen to jazz because he likes it, and I have even gone to jazz concerts with him, but truthfully I would rather listen to retarded children pounding on pan lids with wooden spoons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've picked up knitting again.  Hello scarves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new to report. Happy Dsyfunctional Family Day! a.k.a Thanksgiving. Best joke on King of the Hill. Dale asked John Redcorn if his people celebrated Thanksgiving, and John said that they did. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once&lt;/span&gt;. I laughed at that. Well, more holiday gripping for you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110136604309201037?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110136604309201037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110136604309201037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110136604309201037' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110127616703347067</id><published>2004-11-24T12:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T00:04:41.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wrote this earlier today but didn't have a computer till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in Sams today really brought home the Daria quip of the lines at the gian warehouse store being like those at the fall of Saigon. Man, there were lots of people there. The most interesting was an elderly couple who was leaving with only a gallon of milk, two loaves of bread, and a pineapple in their cart. WHY THE HELL DID YOU COME TO A DISCOUNT WAREHOUSE STORE FOR THAT!?!?!? They could have easily gotten that stuff at H.E.B. and saved lots of time and probably money too. then again, old people are dumb. I think the older we get, the stupider we become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm in a Walmart associated store bcasue of my Mom., and FYI I feel dirty. I really don't know if it's worth being a member at Sams. I suppose it is, but still it's fueling the evil machine. Somehow Sams is Walmart without the fancy ad campaigns. I feel that it's condensed evil in large bulk packaging. Speaking of evil, Sams had a sign in front of the entrance that reminded customers that there are 32 days left till Christmas. That's more than a month away! Geez, we get the point that you want us to BUY BUY BUY, but there's still soemthing intrinsically wrong about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also noticed the nasty types of candy out. I think I've outgrown candy, or the candy companies don't give shit about producing decent sugar. It's probably a little of column A and a little of column B. I wonder if I have a cavity. Damn teeth. Damn dog! Peed on my rug. &gt;:O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110127616703347067?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110127616703347067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110127616703347067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110127616703347067' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110119285008435783</id><published>2004-11-23T01:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T01:12:41.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After watching Leno tonight, Tim Allen was the guest, it made me think of how safety obsessed our culture has become in the last decade. Tim and Jay were talking about how when they were kids that they had air guns and played with fireworks, that amounted to quarter sticks of dynamite. I remember never wearing helmets or watching my brothers shoot each other with staple guns, BB guns, and blow shit up with M-80s. Why do we coddle our children now? Wasn't dangerous toys and games a way to weed out the stupid kids? By making the world a safer place are we destroying the genetic integrity of humanity? Survival of the smartest, err... rather those not stupid enough to kill themselves as children. So I say, give your child that dangerous toy for Christmas and let their injuries serve as a warning for not doing stupid shit when they're older. I will probably give my son a BB gun and tell him not to shoot at anything he wouldn't eat. You better believe it that I would make him eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper. I haven't tried it, but Dr. Pepper already tastes like cherry and vanilla. I wonder if it's like Vanilla Coke and only tastes differet for the first sip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is upon us and I love yams, pumkin pie with tons of whipped cream, and ham. Turkey I can go without, but you need a little of it to really be a pointless holiday where the white man "supposedly" ate with the native Americans. Little did they know of small pox infested blankets. It probably would have been to their benefit to let the Pilgrims starve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not bitter. I'm just enjoying the holidays in the company of me, myself, and I because apparently I'm not fictional enough to be important to some, and others just don't give a damn, but that's okay because it's life and you really can't depend on anyone but yourself. I think I need a vacation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, Good luck Lan. Kick butt at Drexel and Hawaii. I bet the weather in Hawaii is gorgeous. If you get in there, the natives can't call you a howlee because you're not white. If you get in there I'm coming to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: Don't be fooled by phoneys. Don't be taken in or sympathetic to their false pretenses, no matter how sincere they seem. Remember: Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on me indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110119285008435783?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110119285008435783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110119285008435783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110119285008435783' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110110759333631482</id><published>2004-11-22T01:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T01:24:44.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I promised Lan that I would update my blog for her, since she's the only one who reads it. I can't believe that you've been eating that many Jelly Bellys. I'm not too big a fan of jelly beans and the range of flavors just scare me. I liked the simple flavors, which were red, purple, green, yellow, white, and pink. You really couldn't call them flavors, so much as colors because they mainly tasted the same and whatever difference was probably just imagined and influenced by the colors. Anyway, It seems that I have made a conscience effort to spell color the American way. I'm sad. I've lost tough with London. ::sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have weird dream last night about being in a gas station store and having to wait 2 hours in line or something becuase the cashiers were incompentant fools. I was part of the family in Malcolm in the Middle and I made a threat against the cashier. It was weird, but once we got outside, Ricky and I ran into Mrs. Etheridge and we were in Memphis. It was so weird. Speaking of weird, I had another dream where I was in Russia with Ricky and we went to the Kremlin, but it turns out that it was really a reality tv show starring the Donald. It was a cross between The Apprentice and a dating show. It was weird because trump called us into a bar and announce the winners. The second prize was a couple of million dollars, and it seems that we all belonged to a category. I was in the "New comers" category with this girl I didn't like. So, in short the Donald starting talking about the qualities he was looking for, and apparently there was some poker game that gave away details of what we were suppose to do next, and I didn't go to it. Anyway, he started talking about integrity or something and then grabbed my hand and started holding it and looked into my eyes and said, "That's why I've chosen you Jennifer. And we will begin a 50 day cruise around the world starting immediatly." That was weird. I think I won fifty million dollars, but I'd also won Donald Trump's heart. Yeah... I don't even like Donald Trump and I hate the Apprentice. Weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is over a month away, but everyone is geared up for X-mas. The X stands for eXcessive. I really hate the commercialism and materialism of America, or rather the world. Don't get me wrong, I love gifts, but I feel wrong about the direction the world is moving. I was watching a programme on PBS on Walmart and how it's evil and ruining America. Walmart does 20 billion dollars of trade with China alone. Do you know how many American jobs are lost because Walmart is going to China for cheap, REALY CHEAP ASS, goods? The economists were saying how it's the new capitalism. Cheap goods for cheap prices. What ever happened to quality and workmanship? Anyway, it seems that our future is cheap crap goods. Pretty soon that's all we could afford anyway when we lose our jobs to foriegn markets and have to buy the cheap shit Walmart makes with the crap ass Walmart jobs that are created. They don't offer decent, if any benefits and the pay is comparable to McDonald's. Anyway, in short I think we should boycott Walmart. Is it worth saving a couple of dollars on some shit ass cheap TV set then to spend the extra buck or two and buy from American companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SAVE AMERICAN JOBS, BOYCOTT WALMART!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret of Walmart's low prices is cheap goods from foreign companies. The "name brands" at Walmart aren't up to par with the normal name brand standards. The reason that Sony TV is cheaper at Walmart is because Walmart goes to Sony and tells them they want a TV set to cost X dollars and it's Sony's job to match that price with a good. Thus you get a Sony TV, but the materials in it are cheaper. In short Walmart is crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of China... China does 120 billion dollars of trade with the U.S. every year, mostly in consumer goods, electronics, etc. On the flip side, the U.S. does roughly 3-5 billion in trade with China, mostly in raw materials to make those consumer goods. See a problem? Yeah, well it won't get better because the Chinese will never be able to buy consumer goods that are created in the U.S. because their currency is so devalued and let's face it they don't really get paid on par with anyone in the world, especially the U.S. What can be done? I don't know. We can't very well ban China because where would we get all those cheap plastic toys? but I guess we could reduce the trade and seeing how Walmart does 20 billion in trade annually... get my drift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that concludes the rant of the day. Tomorrow we shall discuss the point of Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper. What's the point of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I think that Glide dental floss has decreased in quality since Crest put it's name on it. Also save your money because mint flavored Crest Glide is not different from normal Glide. No minty flavor here. I do wonder what the premium Crest Glide is like. Probably not that different and not worth the extra money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I tried to post this earlier, but Blogger was being an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-110110759333631482?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110110759333631482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110110759333631482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110110759333631482' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-110012809505847353</id><published>2004-11-10T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T17:35:08.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally figured out the mystery of the missing scenes in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blazing Saddles&lt;/span&gt;. I bought the 30th anniversy DVD and it had additonal scenes. The missing scenes that I always thought were in the movie. Why did I think this? Well, apparently when they showed Blazing Saddles on television, they added in those additional scenes, and since I first saw the movie on TC, I always thought those scenes were part of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, onto what I've been doing... I've been reading a lot and I have a book reccomendation. &lt;i&gt;The Secret Life of Bees&lt;/i&gt; by Sue Monk Kidd. It is a good read. Good story and plot development. I liked it. Kind of a chick book, but not all that alienating to the male audience. The most disappointing books I've read. &lt;i&gt; Brick Lane&lt;/i&gt; By Monica Ali. Bad prose and story idea was okay, but not developed properly. I read it because it reminded me of London. I also read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magical Thinking &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dry &lt;/span&gt;by Augusten Burroughs (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Running With Scissors&lt;/span&gt;). Entertaining reads. Reminissant of David Sedaris, but a little more conceited. Go figure, they're essential diaries of a gay man. Sedaris' writing is a little more polished, but I liked reading Burroughs. Speaking of Sedaris, I read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barrel Fever&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas on Ice &lt;/span&gt;they were okay, but not up to par with with his later works. I am currently reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Middlesex&lt;/span&gt; by Jeffrey Eugenides. So far it's okay, but I have about 400 pages more to go, so I'll let you know on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is the last for Ren Fair, but we probably won't go again. Druck's play is this weekend too. I'm interested to see a one hour version of Hamlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's King of the Hill time. I love that show.&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/3379596-110012809505847353?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110012809505847353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/110012809505847353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110012809505847353' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-109840398198759435</id><published>2004-10-21T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T19:13:01.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished Stephen King's Dark Tower series, and I wasn't disappointed. It's been a few days and I have had time to contemplate the end result and I discovered that I liked the 7th book. It was good and redeemed the shaky and at times crappy plot that King had written in the latter parts of Book 5 and all of Book 6. So, it's done. I'm sad. It was a long journey. I began the Dark Tower Quest 4 years ago, it's been 30 for King.  Anyway, it's a good series. read it. Everything comes together. I cried. Lan, I think you'll really like this series. It's Tolkien and C.S. Lewis, but with a Stephen King twist of reality. It's hard to explain, but it's good, and I love how everything ties together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently my dog is dead at my feet asleep. It's cute. I think he thinks he's a real person, but he's so needy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the DT series, I've read The Five People you Meet in Heaven, good book, sappy and short like Tuesday with Morrie, and I've soon to get a lot of books from the library. Hooray for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the Dark Tower Series. It's not horror, but fantasy meets western meets philosophy. It's worth the time. A word of caution. If you decide to read the DT series, read all the books related to them so you get the whole picture.  But if you don't really feel like reading 20+ books, these are the more important:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Tower (1-7)&lt;br /&gt;It&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia&lt;br /&gt;Hearts in Atlantis&lt;br /&gt;The Stand&lt;br /&gt;The Talisman&lt;br /&gt;Black House&lt;br /&gt;The Eyes of the Dragon&lt;br /&gt;'Salems Lot&lt;br /&gt;Everything's Eventual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion these are the bare bones. You really should read all of the books. It's fun.&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/3379596-109840398198759435?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/109840398198759435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/109840398198759435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109840398198759435' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-109556777016042195</id><published>2004-09-18T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T23:22:50.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Dad leaves for Iraq on Monday morning. :-( He's been here a week and it hasn't been that bad. I kind of missed having him around, altough he snores really loud and I can hear him through the walls. It's hot in Kelsie's love den... It's getting hot in here and I have already taken off all my clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yelle called, she's doing well, but worried about teaching. Just relax and all will be okay. You're smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm itching. Damn cat hair. Uhh job hunting blows hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long live Larry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-109556777016042195?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/109556777016042195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/109556777016042195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109556777016042195' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-109469691088787793</id><published>2004-09-08T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T21:28:30.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who knew finding a job would suck so much? I don't want to be a sales whore, but it's moving in that direction. I think I want to work for the State department, so maybe I should be looking for a job in DC. I have decided that I should start preparing for the foreign service exam and really go for it. I didn't have time last year to take the test, but this year I have a car and no school. I also want to learn about cars. Maybe I could take a class or something. ::sigh:: Life sucks...sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a head ache and I'm gonna eat the hell out of some pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-109469691088787793?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/109469691088787793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/109469691088787793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109469691088787793' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-109363712060499753</id><published>2004-08-27T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T15:07:25.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The dog days of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been a month since my last update and lots has happened. I got my dog on Advantage and he still has fleas. I'm not moving to Austin because the landlord was an ass and lots of things were wrong with the house, but now it seems we broke our lease so there are legal and monetary problems all over this biatch. I've been looking for a job now (really looking) for 2 weeks and seems like it's going to be a long time before I get a real job. I'm also considering Ibanking... I shouldn't have laughed at my Ibanking friends... I've finished all the Dark Tower books that are out. I still need to read Harry Potter 5. My Dad is coming home September 15th then moving on to a job in Las Vegas... I think. Everyone has started school and I don't have homework. :-) I miss my friends, but at least I have my dog. ;-) I got a new bed and I like it. I also got new sheets and comforters. My dog is weird. He likes ice cubes, fruit, vegetables, and popcorn. So that's my mundane life. What's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy 22nd Birthday to Ricky on August 19th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-109363712060499753?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/109363712060499753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/109363712060499753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109363712060499753' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-109143119665170927</id><published>2004-08-02T01:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T02:23:39.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw &lt;i&gt;The Villlage&lt;/i&gt; and I guess I liked it. It's a different film from &lt;i&gt;Signs&lt;/i&gt;, and really reminded me more of his other film &lt;i&gt;Unbreakable&lt;/i&gt;. It's NOT a scary film at all. Suspenseful at times, but don't wait for a fright. It's a "thinking" movie. Check out &lt;a href="http://liminalonion.blogspot.com"&gt;Lan's&lt;/a&gt; take on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I've actually been searching for gainful employment on the internet and I'm one step closer to actually getting my damn resume done. I move next week sometime. I have a new bed and I'll be in a new city. Learning is fun because knowledge is power. Anyway, getting readjusted into the real world. Thank you Swarthmore for screwing me up even more. Insert rant here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sleep is divine and I need to get me some of that, although I think there are spiders in my bed biting my ankles. It's unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-109143119665170927?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/109143119665170927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/109143119665170927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109143119665170927' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108993134267816516</id><published>2004-07-15T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T18:00:32.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eek, why does Blogger always change their set up and chooses a shitty one at that. I've been obessed with Reno 911! lately. I also finished watching the Chapelle show, which is also good, but not as good as Reno. I love it, a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;::sigh:: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108993134267816516?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108993134267816516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108993134267816516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108993134267816516' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108926152775281561</id><published>2004-07-07T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T23:38:47.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I finished Harvest Moon and I didn't do too well, it told me to try again. I now have a love hate relationship with it. I did marry the most difficult girl to marry according to the walk through, but we didn't have any babies. I did have 7 cows and 4 chickens though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, movies wise I saw Shrek 2 and I liked it. I also saw The Terminal and it was decent, but lame. I still refuse to see Spidy 2 for personal reasons, mostly I hate Tobey Maguire and the character Peter Parker is so annoying. Lan agrees with me on this. I hear it's not that great anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Mike's 22nd birthday today! Happy Birthday and have fun in Japan ::nudge nudge. wink wink:: SAY NO MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Austin tomorrow to see my pals and look for a place to live. Lan is in Texas right now and I might drive up to Dallas to see her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently reading Rose Madder and I like it. I can't wait for the last DT book, although I still have to read book 6, but that will be after reading IT and Skeleton Crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want to post this tonight and I plan to get to bed early or at least finish my Rose Madder book tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108926152775281561?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108926152775281561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108926152775281561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108926152775281561' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108858050913676994</id><published>2004-06-30T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T02:29:11.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's sad to say, but I like &lt;a href="http://www.rush.com"&gt;Rush&lt;/a&gt;. I really enjoyed their concert. I've been listening to Moving Pictures a lot. I find myself humming and singing Rush songs. I like Vital Signs and YYZ. What's happening to me?!?!? Anyway, I got a shirt and I like it, even though $30 for a shirt is absurd. No, I haven't found my John Mayer shirt either, so go suck an egg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lazy days and long nights. I'm getting better. I got up before noon today. Need to still fix up my bike and get a bike rack so I can go riding. I'm currently rereading &lt;i&gt;The Gunslinger&lt;/i&gt;, the new revised and expanded edition. I like what I've read so far. Then I have to read Skeleton Crew, Rose Madder, It, and the 6th DT book. After that I will be all caught up on DT and then can read the last book guilt free in November. I have a lot of my reading list. ::sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't for July. Sealab and ATHF. Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since no one updates and stuff, I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108858050913676994?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108858050913676994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108858050913676994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108858050913676994' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108796978631650493</id><published>2004-06-23T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T00:49:46.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arg! My damn Secret of Evermore game had a bug in it and it keeps crashing at the same place. I might just have to buy the real SNES game and play it the old fashioned way. I'm reading more Stephen King and I have about 4 more DT related books to read. Currently reading &lt;i&gt;The Regulators&lt;/i&gt; then need to read &lt;i&gt;It&lt;/i&gt;. I met David Sedaris at a book signing last week. I must say he is sure full of himself, but what I hated most were his annoying and self righteous fans. What assholes. On the bright side I finished watching 6th season M*A*S*H! I can see how preachy Alan Alda is making the series. I have to figure out if I want to keep buying the series or give up because it might suck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till ATHF and Sealab comes out. I hope it has extras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still unemployed. I feel like learning though. I want to take some language classes, like Spanish. It's useful down here. Also thinking about refreshing my science courses. Not knowing how to do math makes me sad. I should also take some English classes if I want to go to Law School. What the hell do I want to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, gotta start somewhere...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108796978631650493?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108796978631650493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108796978631650493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108796978631650493' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108768389980058551</id><published>2004-06-19T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T17:24:59.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in Austin and I'm all alone. After watching mindless hours of television, I think it's time for a well deserved nap. I don't think I'm getting enough sleep. Craptacular. What a descriptive word. Apply it to whatever. I need to get my life together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108768389980058551?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108768389980058551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108768389980058551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108768389980058551' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108724042007303044</id><published>2004-06-14T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T14:13:40.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, Mike wants a Gmail account... After all that bitching about it being evil, he now wants one? This is now the time to rub his nose in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I talked to Lan and things are going fine there. I talked to her brothers and freaked them out a little. I saw Harry Potter 3 last night and I was pleased with it. Much darker and realistic than the first 2 movies, but I suppose that the way the books were darkening, it made sense. I must note that Harry and Draco are growing up nicely, although I know they will stretch out funny like Prince William ::sigh::, right now they're bordering statutory. Man, I'm going to feel real bad in the next movie when they're 16. It's hard to believe that they're 14. Kids grow up so fast now-a-days. God, I'm sounding old...ish. After coming out of the theatre, I felt bad knowing who dies in the 5th book. ::sigh:: But I understand that it had to happen. Harry can't be happy, he's not allowed to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I finished &lt;i&gt;Insomnia&lt;/i&gt; and I liked it a lot. It really helped to explain the Dark Tower and the levels of it, as well as the Crimson King. Now I don't know what book I should read next. So I'm reading some Calvin and Hobbes, which I bought 7 books for $50! Oh, I also bought &lt;i&gt;The Darkness&lt;/i&gt; CD and I like that too. I still need M*A*S*H season 6. I've been reading that it's the last "good" season. Rather, it's the last season before Alan Alda takes over and it becomes way too preachy and less funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108724042007303044?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108724042007303044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108724042007303044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108724042007303044' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108682205095662134</id><published>2004-06-09T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T18:00:50.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Garg! I finally got my lazy ass around to setting up my computer and now I'm online, well I don't really consider dial-up online... So, what's new? A couple of days ago I wrote a list of the 21 things I like and hated about the trip or life in general. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things I like&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Graceland&lt;br /&gt;2. Cars that move over for you&lt;br /&gt;3. Clean bathrooms&lt;br /&gt;4. Cleaning bugs off the windshield&lt;br /&gt;5. The sound bugs make when they hit the windshield, eoseically lightning bugs because their guts glow&lt;br /&gt;6. The Sunsphere&lt;br /&gt;7. Digital cameras&lt;br /&gt;8. Squealing like a piggy&lt;br /&gt;9. Purty mouths&lt;br /&gt;10. The Deliverance wave&lt;br /&gt;11. The Tennessee smile&lt;br /&gt;12. My beating Maglight&lt;br /&gt;13. Road atlas&lt;br /&gt;14. Exit signs and mile markers&lt;br /&gt;15. MP3 CD players&lt;br /&gt;16. Cruise control&lt;br /&gt;17. Napkins&lt;br /&gt;18. Roadkill (Yum!)&lt;br /&gt;19. Baby food&lt;br /&gt;20. Music (Rocky Theme, Dueling banjos, Dancing with Myself...)&lt;br /&gt;21. Drunk Megan (When she's not rolling on the ground in my jacket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things I hate&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tennessee/Hicks&lt;br /&gt;2. Ricky's "good" digestive system&lt;br /&gt;3. Slow cars who stay in the left lane and don't move over&lt;br /&gt;4. 18 wheelers in the left lane&lt;br /&gt;5. Dallas&lt;br /&gt;6. Highways in Arkansas&lt;br /&gt;7. Fast food&lt;br /&gt;8. The Bible Belt&lt;br /&gt;9. Toll roads&lt;br /&gt;10. High gas prices and finding a cheaper place after you filled up&lt;br /&gt;11. Bright lights&lt;br /&gt;12. Dirty bathrooms&lt;br /&gt;13. Pumping gas&lt;br /&gt;14. Cops&lt;br /&gt;15. Mornings&lt;br /&gt;16. Country Music&lt;br /&gt;17. Ricky's table manners (If you can call them manners)&lt;br /&gt;18. Megan's coffee addiction&lt;br /&gt;19. Cell phones&lt;br /&gt;20 Numb asses&lt;br /&gt;21. People stepping, sitting, rubbing their bare asses on my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that list was in no particular order. Go about with your life now. Shoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108682205095662134?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108682205095662134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108682205095662134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108682205095662134' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108628387448268931</id><published>2004-06-03T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T12:31:14.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm officially graduated. Wow. I had a great time with Ricky and Megan and we have many memories. So many that I'm too damn lazy to list them, but read Ricky's blog for details because I know he kept a faithful account of what we did. Graceland was cooler than all of us want to admit, and yes I know Elvis is dead. I saw his grave. He'll kick your ass unless you have a cheeseburger. On the plus side I knocked over the Sunsphere. Tired and have lots of crap to do. Damn. Now I really have to find a job. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108628387448268931?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108628387448268931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108628387448268931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108628387448268931' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108454219947477950</id><published>2004-05-14T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T08:43:19.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy Fucking A!!! Guess who's finished now? Yeah, it's me, it's me. Well, I just e-mailed my last college paper off and now I'm truly done. Thank God. It might not have been my best paper, but it's a paper and it's done and that means I can pass, God willing of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I can kick back, theoretically. Acutally I now have to write my resume, clean the house, and find a damn job. ::sigh:: Well, first thing's first. Sleep. I've been up all night. Shame on me, but I get my shit done...eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, since I'm at home and computerless for the most part and on dial up, I'm not going to be around online much until I get back to school in a week or so. I'll try to keep up with things, but no promises. If you really need me, call me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'm done!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108454219947477950?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108454219947477950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108454219947477950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108454219947477950' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108396023886065771</id><published>2004-05-07T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T15:07:13.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took my last college exam today. HOORAY! Anyway, I'm pretty sure I passed so all that reamins is me to write a 8 page paper :-( and I'll be free! :-) Well, good luck everyone on college and stuff because I'm a paper away from being done!!! Yeah, better get to that. I have to pack and write a paper before Monday. Now I have to find a cab too :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost finished, will not die. Almost finished, will not die. Almost finished, will not die...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108396023886065771?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108396023886065771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108396023886065771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108396023886065771' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108378494258635583</id><published>2004-05-05T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T14:25:34.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my first exam. Fascist Europe @ 8:30am :-O So today I get to cram my ass off, but I'm not too worried about this test, oddly enough. I also get to cram tomorrow for my Classics exam on Friday. To top it all off I have to write 8-10 page essay. Crap. It's so hard to care, but I will get that fucking paper done before I come home on Monday. There's no way I'm writing a paper while I'm home. I won't mind revising it, which I will probably do, but I WILL NOT WRITE. I have to come up with a resume that week anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::sigh:: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.  I also have to find a job :-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108378494258635583?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108378494258635583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108378494258635583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108378494258635583' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108344353457819802</id><published>2004-05-01T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T15:35:22.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dinner at Pieter's was amazing. Great food, neat apartment, and good company. Overall it was excellent.  It's sad that classes are over, and I finally got to know my classmates and I like them. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can fill you guys in more about the details of Pieter's dinner later, but I wanted to remark that I just saw the orginal &lt;i&gt;Dawn of the Dead&lt;/i&gt; movie from 1978 and it sucked. So much more than the remake. Lan and I agree that we never thought we'd say that the the remake was better than the original. I liked the ending of the first movie better, but overall the remake was not as bad as we thought. It could have been oh so much worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a paper and 2 exams to study for. See you in SA.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108344353457819802?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108344353457819802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108344353457819802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108344353457819802' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108328735185889406</id><published>2004-04-29T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T20:15:11.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haikus inspired by the  Palmer bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ass cries in pain&lt;br /&gt;Like the whiporwill outside.&lt;br /&gt;I pee on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;~Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cries rivers of tears.&lt;br /&gt;Burns quickly, like Zippo raids.&lt;br /&gt;Toliet paper 'Nam&lt;br /&gt;~Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandpaper friction.&lt;br /&gt;Scarred anus cries tears of red.&lt;br /&gt;Swat toliet paper.&lt;br /&gt;~Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet floors full of pee.&lt;br /&gt;Showers of sex and hip-hop.&lt;br /&gt;Palmer bathroom hell.&lt;br /&gt;~Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108328735185889406?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108328735185889406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108328735185889406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108328735185889406' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108327287163140484</id><published>2004-04-29T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T16:10:58.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think Alice Cooper's song "School's out" sums up my feels today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got no choice&lt;br /&gt;All the girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;Makin' all that noise&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they found new toys&lt;br /&gt;Well, we can't salute ya&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a flag&lt;br /&gt;If that don't suit ya&lt;br /&gt;That's a drag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's out for summer&lt;br /&gt;School's out forever&lt;br /&gt;School's been blown to pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more pencils&lt;br /&gt;No more books&lt;br /&gt;No more teacher's dirty looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got no class&lt;br /&gt;And we got no principles&lt;br /&gt;And we got no innocence&lt;br /&gt;We can't even think of a word that rhymes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's out for summer&lt;br /&gt;School's out forever&lt;br /&gt;School's been blown to pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more pencils&lt;br /&gt;No more books&lt;br /&gt;No more teacher's dirty looks&lt;br /&gt;Out for summer&lt;br /&gt;Out 'til fall&lt;br /&gt;We might not go back at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's out forever&lt;br /&gt;School's out for summer&lt;br /&gt;School's out with fever&lt;br /&gt;School's out completely&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Today was my last class at Swarthmore, thus ending 17 consecutive years of schooling. I feel so liberated, but now I have a 8-10 page paper and 2 exams. Sadness :-( About a week more till I'm home. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight is ER night and much drinking is to be done to celebrate the end of classes. Tomorrow is the seminar dinner at Pieter's place. Huzzah. Okay, it's dinner time. Stay cool my ladies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108327287163140484?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108327287163140484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108327287163140484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108327287163140484' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108308588292074623</id><published>2004-04-27T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T12:14:27.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A meal and fourteen hours of sleep later and I'm back into the world of the living. I'm still a bit knackered from only getting two hours of sleep the day before. Tonight is SVU night and I'm happy. We also have beer so it's going to be pretty cool. This is the last week of classes and then finals :( It's time for all the campus parties and BBQs and it's my last so I will probably try to make it to some of them. I will be studying my ass off, but hopefully I will take some time for fun, but not too much fun because I don't want to fail and be here next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be home in less than two weeks. Counting the days. No more school... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108308588292074623?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108308588292074623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108308588292074623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108308588292074623' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108301451583117932</id><published>2004-04-26T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T16:25:39.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea! I wrote my last seminar paper and had my last Fascist Europe seminar today. Friday, Peter is cooking dinner for us. Yum.  I will also be home in 2 weeks and all done with college...for now. I have one 8-10 page paper and two exams between me ad home. Damn you Swarthmore and trying to kill me right before graduation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, season finales of ER and SVU coming up. Hooray for TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finger update: It's healing nicely as well as my bruises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108301451583117932?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108301451583117932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108301451583117932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108301451583117932' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108233480593304112</id><published>2004-04-18T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T16:25:14.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kompressormusic.com/"&gt;Kompressor&lt;/a&gt; does not dance! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's nice and cool in my room for a change. It's been 80 degrees lately and y room never get s agood night breeze until tonight. it's like 63 degrees and the wind is coming into my windows and it's oh so heavenly cool. So happy! No ones laughing at my space age windows now. It keeps my room cool and like a cavern. I wore shorts and a tank top today and it was still hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my finger on Lan's backpack while trying to spin her around today. It's still bleeding. It's a big gash in my finger :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lan, Mike, and I spent a day in Philly which included dinner, shopping for AZN food, visiting a gay book store, and a AZN bakery. It was pretty cool, and we had good duck-duck food. ;-) Beating each other and throwing yarn spools is fun, but it is not fun to wait an hour and a half for pizza. &gt;:O I bought some &lt;i&gt;Ko-rean&lt;/I&gt; salsa a.k.a. kimchee and we had it with the pizza. Not bad, but I don't think it will catch on. We wached &lt;i&gt;The Commitments&lt;/i&gt; and it was funny. Mike is as black as popcorn. Those silly Micks. ;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did facials today and that was good. Mike is funny when he's in a green mask, or Irish war paint a.k.a. "shamrock face" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm feeling a little salty and dirty so off to the showers I go. The good shower. The one where Hip Hop didn't get the shocker. :-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two in the Yugi, one in the Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.beatallica.com"&gt;Beatallica&lt;/a&gt;. It's what Metallica would sound like if they did Beatles covers. Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.somethingpositive.net"&gt;Something Positive&lt;/a&gt; because it's damn funny and cool. Daria would like it. Read the first comic. It's an abortion joke. It rocksors my boxsors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108233480593304112?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108233480593304112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108233480593304112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108233480593304112' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108205210086371567</id><published>2004-04-15T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T13:04:33.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No one comments on my blog anymore and that makes me sad. SVU was a crappy rerun and I don't rmemeber what I've been doing lately, which is probably a bad thing. I'm still trying to get caught up on sleep. Tomorrow we're going into the city to have fun and dinner. Tonight is the finale of The Apprentice, and although I'm not that interested in who wins becuase I hate the concept of the show, I will still probably be watching it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to get a job. I want to apply for this job in Washington D.C. for a paralegal position for the Anti-trust division. I think that would be kick ass, although I wish it was closer to home. I'll still apply though. Crap. I need to get my resume together and shit. :-( I hate this being an adult thing. It's craptacular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have reading to not do for class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lan, sold her car. We now have to walk everywhere. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108205210086371567?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108205210086371567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108205210086371567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108205210086371567' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108189088747499457</id><published>2004-04-13T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T16:17:37.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SVU night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108189088747499457?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108189088747499457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108189088747499457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108189088747499457' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108181481779842132</id><published>2004-04-12T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T19:11:58.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Mike came up with another offensive term. Jizz Pond. Dude, I don't know where he comes up with such offensive terms. What do you call Scottish or Welsh Woman? Sheep. What do you call an Irish woman? Mashed potatoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, seminar went really long today :-( It's cold and rainy, but it was fucking hilarious to see Mike break 2 umbrellas in 2 days. Fucking awesome shite that is. I'm really tired. No sleep makes me a little loopy. So I shall leave you with an excellent quote from Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dick is a lot like your mom because they're always in the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I almost forgot. In a sleep induced craziness I bought the Windsor Pilates sytem after watching the infomercial on TV. I hear it works very well though, so maybe it wasn't a waste of $50... ::grumbles:: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate you Mike... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108181481779842132?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108181481779842132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108181481779842132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108181481779842132' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108177322540268251</id><published>2004-04-12T07:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T07:36:58.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ass paper almost killed me again. I have bruises :-( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, 2 papers and 2 exams and I'm done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I really hope this school doesn't kill me first. Assholes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep...ZZZZzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108177322540268251?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108177322540268251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108177322540268251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108177322540268251' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108155382898906293</id><published>2004-04-09T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T18:52:51.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's right, I rule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to touch me?… I said WHO WANTS TO FUCKIN' TOUCH ME?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/B/BaalObsidian/1080162080_cturesgod3.jpg" border="0" alt="Grammar God!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a &lt;b&gt;GRAMMAR GOD&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;If your mission in life is not already to&lt;br&gt;preserve the English tongue, it should be.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Congratulations and thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/BaalObsidian/quizzes/How%20grammatically%20sound%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How grammatically sound are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I updated the side bars with some links and stuff. Check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108155382898906293?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108155382898906293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108155382898906293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108155382898906293' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108149405856023758</id><published>2004-04-09T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T02:03:44.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 page Philosophy paper is dead. I won! Anyway, it's a week late :-/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I have a history seminar paper due on Sunday. Fuck me! Anyway, it's my bed time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower and sleep. Garg! I have to see Judson in the morning. I don't wanna get up. ::Insert whiny face here::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108149405856023758?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108149405856023758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108149405856023758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108149405856023758' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108138914941140025</id><published>2004-04-07T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T21:01:43.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jerry.digisle.tv/room.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is so fucking evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes Wyoming!&lt;br /&gt;With the trees and the horses and the rocks and the sheep.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I?m going! &lt;br /&gt;Through the plains and the trails and the streams and the hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no Nebraska!&lt;br /&gt;Is there a plainer state I ask ya.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes Wyoming!&lt;br /&gt;There?s no place I?d rather be roaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the geysers and the canyons and the watering holes. &lt;br /&gt;(Repeat 2 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes Wyoming!&lt;br /&gt;With the mountains and the lakes and the plentiful fish.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I?m knowing!&lt;br /&gt;This land will fulfill my every wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no Dakota!&lt;br /&gt;Doesn?t interest me one i-ota.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes Wyoming!&lt;br /&gt;There?s no place I?d rather be roaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yada Yada Yada&lt;br /&gt;[-Hey Zeke! &lt;br /&gt;~What is it Antelope Joe? &lt;br /&gt;-Ya know, I love them girls back in Wyoming.&lt;br /&gt;~I heard you loved the geezers too.&lt;br /&gt;-It?s &lt;i&gt;geysers&lt;/i&gt;. And anyway, that?s just a rumor.&lt;br /&gt;I?m talking about my special girl Daisy. I call her Old Faithful&lt;br /&gt;~I?d heard she ain?t that faithful.&lt;br /&gt;-But she sure is old though. &lt;br /&gt;(laughing)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes Wyoming!&lt;br /&gt;With the cabins and the camping and the bakin? beans.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I?m glowing!&lt;br /&gt;With the bison and the banjos and the wily raccoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no Ohio!&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait to say goodbye-oh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes Wyoming!&lt;br /&gt;There?s no place I?d rather be?&lt;br /&gt;Ends with m-i-n-g?&lt;br /&gt;Shout it out loud with me-&lt;br /&gt;W-Y-O-M-I-N-G&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of evil, paper is killing me, but on the bright side I will be home May 10th! I'm done in exactly one month, May 7th. Well, I do have a 10 page paper due before exams are over and I want to get it done before I come home because you know how well I work at home. ::cough cough:: So, I plan to get it done before I leave. I mean it this time. &gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, so I ran across this teenage girl's &lt;a href="http://super95812.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; the other day and I don't know why I get a kick out of reading it. It's pretty boring, but I can't believe her parents let her stay out till 3am on a Saturday. She's only 16! Damn, I'm getting old. I remember I use to stay out that late. Oh well, that's why there's a double standard. It's not only for sex anymore. I wish this girl had comments on her blog so I could leave her weird messages or offer to do her homework for her. Is that bad? I guess it's better than salting the earth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108138914941140025?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108138914941140025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108138914941140025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108138914941140025' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108129534551263671</id><published>2004-04-06T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T19:14:51.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>M(ike) likes child porn and L(an) is likes gayorifice.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a loser bastard ho-bag, cum-dumpster and I need to do my paper. Why won't someone kill me so I don't have to do it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're going to kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I survived. I think that cum dumpster is one of the worst things you can call a woman. So guys, don't do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lan is now reading her short stories for fiction class and they normally suck. Mike is playing with a laser pointer. M(ike) wants to tag team Lan. We've decided that we're in an open relationship (Lan, Mike, and I) and that it's okay if Lan wants to sleep with Mai. "She's going to KILL you if you post this. Oh my God she's going to kill you." That was Mike on Lan's probably reaction to this post. I want candy, bubble gum and taffy... On our open relationship. People here must think Lan and I are dating, including her profs. Those in our dorm are probably confused by the weird screaming and ass grabbing that we do all the time. It doesn't help that we talk about how loud our vibrators on. [Correction, apparently the problem is that I say our vibrator (singular) is loud. LOL. I'm a dork.] So, we're going to confuse the masses here and stop the Po-Mo-social production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, so at dinner last night we were talking about testicles and how they are all coiled up inside. Audrey didn't hear what we were talking about so, I yelled testes really loudly. The other side of the table all stared at me. It's becoming a common place thing now. I'm a freak and all my friends are freaks. We're always screaming and tackling each other. Fear of zombies, stress, and lack of sleep have made us all very violent people. I have bruises that I don't remember getting. It's scary. [I also have bruises I remember getting. Lan just kicked me. Bitch]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that Mike, Lan, and I have formed this open relationship that keeps us from killing other people. I think it keeps us from killing people, or it may just make us more effective in killing everyone here. ::evil laugher::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108129534551263671?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108129534551263671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108129534551263671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108129534551263671' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108109848279098045</id><published>2004-04-04T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T12:10:43.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another successful night of not working :-/  We combined laser tag, bike riding, and an &lt;i&gt;American Gladiators&lt;/i&gt; type of game all in one in the lounge last night. I'm sure I'm not suppose to ride my bike in the dorm, but I did wear my helmut. It was fun to dodge tennis balls, shoes, and beads while riding around on my bike, but I couldn't shoot at the same time. Mike, Lan, Genevieve, and I had a blast then E-Mo showed up, killing all traces of fun. We played Foosball with a plastic easter egg and that was fun, but then we all ran away from E-Mo. Mike, Lan, and I went to my room then snuck back bown into the basement to play laser tag. That was fun, but running around gets you tired. Now, I have to do my paper and it was Daylight Savings too, I hate that. I think it snowed last night. There is lots of ice on the ground. Grrr, cold weather. Oh well, I will soon be complaining about how hot it is and that I don't have air conditioning in 90 degree heat with 100% humidity. I will take cold any day over that. Back to slaving. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108109848279098045?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108109848279098045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108109848279098045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108109848279098045' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108101956537616480</id><published>2004-04-03T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T13:27:52.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So last night was pretty wild. Lan and I had Hawaiian pizza with beer. Yea! Then Mike came home and we watch &lt;i&gt;North by Northwest&lt;/i&gt;, well we didn't really watch it as much as we were planning what we would do if there were zombies in our dorm. To explain, Lan and I saw &lt;i&gt;Dawn of the Dead&lt;/i&gt; last week with Crystal and ever since we can't get those damn zombies out of our heads and dreams. Those zombies were fast and they didn't decompose. Anyway, we were thinking that we could take the zombies and we would meet in Mike's room, if he wasn't turned. After we got our zombie plan in action and a few beers later we went to Pittenger, the dorm next door and pretty much screamed zombies and acted like zombies when the lights were off and then acted like chickens when the lights were on. It was lots of fun, but we got a lot of weird looks. Lan makes a fucking scary zombie, even when she's pretending and I like to scream. It was lots of fun. We had to run from Pitt because someone was singing in their room really badly and I started howling like a dog outside his room. We took off and it was funny.  Lately I've been in a violent mood and I have been tackling Lan and Mike for fun. So I tackled Mike and we landed on Lan's bed snapping the metal bed frame in half!!! It was so fucking funny, but I thought she would kill us. So we went into the basement and looked for a new bed and found one in the Pitt portion of the basement. The basements of our buildings connect and the basement is hella scary. It's all graffittied and stuff. We had to carry Lan's bed out of the basement and up 3 flights of stairs. It is a fucking heavy metal bed frame. I don't think we can't break the new bed, but we can sure try. After that, Brody (Tom Winner) came by and we talked about other undead contingency plans. We all agreed that against vampires and undead dragon wizards we were fucked. It was really fun to plan what we would do, but it showed how dorky and loserish we were. Well, I don't play D&amp;D, but they do. I laughed at their geekdom. We tackled each other some more. I cunt balled Lan (I threw a ball of yarn at her crotch and hit her) and she tried to tackle me and it was really funny. I tickled her and then Mike tried to smother me with a pillow again. The night ended and I couldn't sleep because of fear of zombie attack and two Dr. Peppers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have weird dreams about being on the Jerry Springer show and giving hand jobs to demons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, take a test. I did. It's the &lt;a href="http://www.hobbitlore.com/main.php#"&gt;LOTR personality test&lt;/a&gt; (Based on the Meyer-Briggs test).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my results. Only one question separated Frodo and Denethor. Depending on whether I think I'm a good listener or conversationalist, I am the former or the latter. Who do you think I'm most like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most like: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frodo Baggins, Son of Drogo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With many acquaintances, Frodo is deeply attached to a few people, like Bilbo, Aragorn, Gandalf, and Sam. His high ethics come out in his treatment of Gollum and Saruman. Frodo has pity on Gollum and believes that change can occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a strong personal morality. You are committed to relationships and their growth. You tend to be an idealist, believing the best of the world around you. Time alone is important and solitary activities refresh you. You have a tendency to introspection. While providing compassion and being considerate, you may have the tendency of being soft-hearted or even "too emotional" You like keeping your options open. Closure is probably not one of your strong suits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Orcs display the evil side of this personality with their lengthy torture methods.&lt;br /&gt;Traits: Empathic, benevolent, looking to the future. On the dark side you could be sadistic.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most like: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Denethor, Son of Ecthelion, Lord and Steward of Minas Tirith&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like you are rare. Unfortunately the closest person is Denethor. His obsession with knowing the future and suspicion of others is characteristic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that happens is important and you do not want to miss any of it. Others often look to you for courage, leadership, and wisdom. Social interaction energizes you. The more people the merrier. You have a tendency to introspection. While providing compassion and being considerate, you may have the tendency of being soft-hearted or even "too emotional" You like keeping your options open. Closure is probably not one of your strong suits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Orcs display the evil side of this personality with their lengthy torture methods.&lt;br /&gt;Traits: Empathic, benevolent, looking to the future. On the dark side you could be sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Lan really liked &lt;i&gt;Sleepaway Camp&lt;/i&gt; and thinks that it should be remade because the plot is original and it really makes a statement about gender. She's Po-Mo, what do you expect?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379596-108101956537616480?l=hanniballecter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108101956537616480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379596/posts/default/108101956537616480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanniballecter.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108101956537616480' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018517702876716948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379596.post-108093537284029392</id><published>2004-04-02T13:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T13:52:11.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Friday. Where has the week gone? ER was interesting, but let's face it, it's not the drama it used to be. For real drama, we turn to reality shows and that's sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night where the world was ending by way of locust plague or zombies, and I was with this family in a bomb shelter, which had windows for some weird reason, and we were waiting for he badness to end. I could hear all the people dying and it was rather disturbing. In the end some killer whale flew through the sliding glass door, which I couldn't lock, and I had to try to kill it. It was a weird dream to say the least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I earned $10 by taking a library survey and now I'm not broke, but somewhat broke. my head sort of hurts and I'm tired for some reason. my room is too cold at night and I've been having trouble sleeping lately. I attribute it to bad dreams and paper aniexty. I really wish they would put Daria on DVD. 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