<?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-1496683</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:01:37.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet</title><subtitle type='html'>Ramblings - what more can i say?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-109967812979466861</id><published>2004-11-05T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T13:08:49.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't understand the way I feel right now. We talked last night &amp; decided that we should just be friends ... so what does that mean? I feel like I'm losing a part of myself - I feel wrong ... yet things really aren't that different then they have been for the past few months... we just don't have that label anymore ... and I keep figuring I should move out of the bedroom...I haven't told </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/109967812979466861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=109967812979466861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/109967812979466861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/109967812979466861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-dont-understand-way-i-feel-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-109353982566431401</id><published>2004-08-26T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T13:03:45.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Does anyone really know what they want?It seems everyone I speak to is very confused right now - maybe it's the age of most of the people I spend time with ... we're all 20-something and unsure as ever about what we want to do, what we want to be, or who we are ... does this ever get sorted out? Or do we just end up in a place in ten years and figure  - alright this is it - this is who I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/109353982566431401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=109353982566431401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/109353982566431401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/109353982566431401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2004/08/does-anyone-really-know-what-they-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-107789942206157404</id><published>2004-02-27T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T11:32:25.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Lightbulb!Watched the Believer two nights ago - it has really stuck with me. The same way The Crow and Donnie Darko did - very powerful feeling. I really loved Summer Phoenix's character and just now a lightbulb went off in my head. I want to submit. Sexually - it is my thing - yes sometimes I like to be in control but I really get off on the idea of submission - I need to explore this in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/107789942206157404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=107789942206157404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/107789942206157404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/107789942206157404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2004/02/lightbulb-watched-believer-two-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-107123694769030204</id><published>2003-12-12T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T08:49:54.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Still tired..I have not caught up on enough sleep - at this point it seems I will have to sleep all weekend just to function normally next week.... but this weekend is the Umbra sale!! I've been looking forward to this since last year - I'm very curious to see how different everything is on the first day of the sale - I expect things will be a little more expensive but there should be much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/107123694769030204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=107123694769030204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/107123694769030204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/107123694769030204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/12/still-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-107098744682966352</id><published>2003-12-09T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T11:31:31.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> so... freaking.. tired... So the vacation was exhausting - we have most of our stuff in the place - the kitchen and living room are painted and they look amazing - the bathroom is primed and will start to look better soon. Last night Scott and Greg came over to celebrate our place and Greg's engagement - he's getting married on August 14. Anyway they didn't have to work today so they managed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/107098744682966352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=107098744682966352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/107098744682966352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/107098744682966352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/12/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-107003851199432583</id><published>2003-11-28T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T11:55:45.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> No more wallpaper!We got the keys Wednesday night - we started to rip wallpaper off that night and found that it was a bitch and that around the stove a couple of layers of old paint were coming off as well.... Yesterday we got ALL the wallpaper off (it's in piles on the floor still because we had no garbage bags) using a steamer and I have to say I am really proud of us. Next step is to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/107003851199432583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=107003851199432583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/107003851199432583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/107003851199432583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/11/no-more-wallpaper-we-got-keys.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106985555097014918</id><published>2003-11-26T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T09:06:22.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Keyness!!We are getting the keys tonight!**</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106985555097014918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106985555097014918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106985555097014918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106985555097014918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/11/keyness-we-are-getting-keys-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106976852867306874</id><published>2003-11-25T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T08:55:58.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Snow...There is snow on the freaking ground! Not in Oakville - but here in Mississauga there is some that decided to stick around and I don't like it. This past weekend was beautiful - It's too bad we didn't move in then... we won't be able to pull up in front of our place we will have to walk down this walkway from the car - so I would prefer if it wasn't too cold out...It's less than a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106976852867306874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106976852867306874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106976852867306874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106976852867306874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/11/snow.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106934307194350239</id><published>2003-11-20T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T10:44:57.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> 10 days.. !?@In 10 days we have official posession of our house.... 10 freaking days... now it's starting to hit me - that is really soon! I haven't packed a thing!We may actually get in there earlier depending on when the other woman leaves - she may be out this weekend.... We looked at couches yesterday and we found one that we like, its comfortable and it will work ... so I figure we're</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106934307194350239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106934307194350239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106934307194350239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106934307194350239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/11/10-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106925971219688054</id><published>2003-11-19T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T11:35:36.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Focus!I need to find focus... I know I can work on a project here at work - but when people come back from their vacations they will have to give their input and I will have to change it all again anyway - then again it is designing that I'm doing and I enjoy that so I may as well do it even though I will have to change everything again after.... grrrr... I think I must be depressed ....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106925971219688054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106925971219688054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106925971219688054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106925971219688054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/11/focus-i-need-to-find-focus.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106908670587654275</id><published>2003-11-17T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T11:32:08.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Everything slows...Time is slowing down - I know it's because I'm excited about the move - and even more excited about having an entire week off with Sean - but it's really starting to drive me crazy... The Oakville Santa Clause Parade is this weekend and I will be in it for the Polar Bear Dip float - I've made the Christmas baskets at work already - these things seem far too early - I know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106908670587654275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106908670587654275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106908670587654275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106908670587654275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/11/everything-slows.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106856093095386450</id><published>2003-11-11T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T09:28:48.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> MeteoraThe plotter is working - I've created many a star...I want November to be over - I want to get into the new place - as scared as I am of how that will feel - how strange it will be - I really just want to get to work - I want it to feel real... We started to look at paint colours and we walked around Home Depot looking at all the possibilities... I really don't know what is supposed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106856093095386450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106856093095386450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106856093095386450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106856093095386450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/11/meteora-plotter-is-working-ive-created.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106804088175836584</id><published>2003-11-05T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T09:01:20.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Another rainy day.. I usually like the rain - but sunshowers and lightning storms are far more fun than overcast, windy - just blah days... It's like the change in seasons is trying to smack us over the head - its really making me feel run down - okay maybe my cold is doing it too....I'm listening to my fall music - I hadn't realized until today that it really is fall &amp; winter music - Elliot</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106804088175836584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106804088175836584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106804088175836584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106804088175836584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/11/another-rainy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106795449936537016</id><published>2003-11-04T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T09:01:38.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> It must be the weather...I'm starting to fall into that crack again - that awful space that opens up when the days get shorter, and the weather starts to fall apart... I have a hard time waking up in the morning - things slow down at work and I lose all motivation - going home in the dark just makes me tired and all I want to do is crawl into bed and sleep. I guess those are the symptoms of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106795449936537016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106795449936537016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106795449936537016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106795449936537016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/11/it-must-be-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106761340290395497</id><published>2003-10-31T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T10:16:41.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> So I've been a little distracted... I've been sick for the last few days - I'm almost happy about that because it started last week and I was worried that it was some form of stress or worry about the new place and I really don't want to feel this way for another month. I discovered it was true sickness when I woke up on Wednesday unable to swallow. Now my chest really hurts - but I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106761340290395497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106761340290395497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106761340290395497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106761340290395497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/10/so-ive-been-little-distracted.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106693387479642971</id><published>2003-10-23T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T14:31:14.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Holy Crap...We got the place!!!!!I'm incredibly excited - but I know the fear will kick in tonight when I'm in bed - the realization that I will no longer be living in that house after December 1st ... But I don't want to think about the scariness right now - I'm just enjoying the excitement....**</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106693387479642971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106693387479642971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106693387479642971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106693387479642971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/10/holy-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106687260985617820</id><published>2003-10-22T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T21:30:09.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> RIP Elliot Smith...I was so shocked when I heard the news that I screamed "What!?" back at the radio in my office. I had just looked at Figure 8 sitting in my desk drawer....I don't have proper words - I'm just hurting**</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106687260985617820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106687260985617820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106687260985617820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106687260985617820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/10/rip-elliot-smith.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106682711667798286</id><published>2003-10-22T08:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T08:51:56.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Fun with friendsLast night Greg came out with Scott, Brian, Sean and I - we had lots of fun. We went to Boston Manor - the guys played pool and a little food was had - but the fun started when Greg decided that he, Scott and Sean needed to start doing shots. They started with a prarie fire - from there it was just crazy. In the end - $266 was spent. I also had the best laugh I have had in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106682711667798286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106682711667798286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106682711667798286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106682711667798286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/10/fun-with-friends-last-night-greg-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106665408543891779</id><published>2003-10-20T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T08:48:05.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> home..We went to see a townhouse on Saturday - it was incredible! I obviously needs a good paint job - but there is so much room in it for what we would be paying. Two bedrooms, one bath (which is kinda small and has a pink bathtub but still..), a kitchen that we can actually fit a table into, and a nice sized living room. There is also a finished room in the basement - We are applying for it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106665408543891779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106665408543891779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106665408543891779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106665408543891779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/10/home.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106640236660664147</id><published>2003-10-17T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T10:52:46.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> and then the fun... All is well - for me anyway...Lynette is another story...I told Sean she would call him and have an ackward conversation yesterday and yet again I was right. She called him to see if he had changed his mind about the fact that nothing further was going to happen - he said he hadn't, she then text messeged him to ask him out again which he didn't respond to - she messeged</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106640236660664147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106640236660664147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106640236660664147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106640236660664147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/10/and-then-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106632208390097037</id><published>2003-10-16T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T12:34:43.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> fuck...I shouldn't have talked to him - I was fine when I woke up - I wasn't upset anymore - I actually felt like I had over reacted last night. Then I called him. The conversation didn't flow very well - most likely because he had only woken up a few minutes before &amp; he thought I was in a bad mood - well I wasn't until we started talking. I just don't get it. If he knows that he made me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106632208390097037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106632208390097037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106632208390097037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106632208390097037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/10/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106631954240649571</id><published>2003-10-16T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T11:53:57.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Sometimes I hate being right...Lynette - was trained by and worked with Sean for the past few months- obviously had a crush on him- knows all about our relationship- asked the "would ya" question- dosen't work with him anymore- asked him to hang out sometime- denied it would be a date- made it into a date- made a move on him as I predictedSean- claimed to have no interest in her- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106631954240649571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106631954240649571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106631954240649571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106631954240649571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/10/sometimes-i-hate-being-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106625106162858041</id><published>2003-10-15T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T16:51:01.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> no time...Quick breakdown- Babysat Jalen for 11 hours with Sean on Saturday- Saw Kill Bill on Sunday night- Saw Kill Bill on Monday night at the drive in! (yes it was that amazing!)- Thanksgiving on Sunday - Ate an incredible falafel pita on Monday night from Montfort - Had another falafel pita on Tuesday night- Sean slept over last night so I could drive him to pick up his car today (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106625106162858041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106625106162858041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106625106162858041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106625106162858041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/10/no-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106544767095046440</id><published>2003-10-06T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T09:41:10.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> crazinessIt seems that I hate driving - only when other people are in the car. I enjoy driving on my own - because if I get lost or do something stupid - no one is there to give me a hard time about it. Yesterday I was driving with Sean and we were supposed to pick up Connie and John and take them to this Henry's thing at the International Centre. I got to John's and I was in such a bad mood I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106544767095046440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106544767095046440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106544767095046440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106544767095046440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/10/craziness-it-seems-that-i-hate-driving.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106521294307786119</id><published>2003-10-03T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T16:29:02.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "dont be scared.. I'm outta here.."Not much time today to blog - so quickly - today as I drove into work I was admiring the houses in the area - thinking about the possibility of owning one in the near future. I'm really stuck on that idea for some reason - then it hit me - the whole buying of a house thing is whats expected. Thats what you do - you get married, buy a house, have kids and work</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106521294307786119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106521294307786119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106521294307786119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106521294307786119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/10/dont-be-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106510003180978590</id><published>2003-10-02T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T09:07:11.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ".. all the stars drip down like butter.."I went to the gym yesterday, went home, had a bath, then parked myself in front of the tv and watched Paradise Hotel - why? I don't even know. That curiosity got to me even though I hadn't been watching the show all summer. A few friends of mine had become hooked so I wanted to see if it would all pay off in the end  - it didn't really - but it did </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106510003180978590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106510003180978590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106510003180978590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106510003180978590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106501783238250095</id><published>2003-10-01T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T10:17:12.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "Your eyes are buring holes through me..."The show was fucking amazing!First of all, we were in the third row - Michael Stipe was normal sized - I could see him sweat - *sigh* He looked really good - I want to steal his belt... He took his shirt off at the end and I was drooling...  The music was incredible - they played stuff from every album - unfortunately they didn't play Country Feedback</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106501783238250095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106501783238250095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106501783238250095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106501783238250095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/10/your-eyes-are-buring-holes-through-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106494914906937734</id><published>2003-09-30T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T15:12:29.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Good things* REM Concert Tonight!!! * I won $75 in gift certificates for Walkers Chocolates which means my Nandad's chocolate covered gingers are taken care of for the rest of the year!* I just found out that a new live action movie of The Last Unicorn is being made - I adored the animated movie as a kid so I'm very excited to see what the new one will be like.The only bad thing today is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106494914906937734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106494914906937734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106494914906937734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106494914906937734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/09/good-things-rem-concert-tonight-i-won.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106483942214966430</id><published>2003-09-29T08:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T08:43:41.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Cycles...Again - it's Monday morning - I get into work, check out some websites so I can continue on with my day - become inspired - feel like I should go home and get all these great things done - by the end of the day I have no energy and no desire to get any of those things done. I don't even go to the gym anymore - the thought of it makes me tired. I need to break out of this cycle.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106483942214966430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106483942214966430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106483942214966430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106483942214966430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/09/cycles.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106470969259040264</id><published>2003-09-27T20:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T20:41:32.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Calm Down..Okay so I really lost it last night. I had some sort of breakdown over that phonecall. luckily that is over - I thought about deleting the previous post but decided that it should stay. Afterall it does represent what I was going through at the time - even if it was kinda crazy.We spoke today - all is well - I'm anxiously awaiting his return this evening.I even bought him a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106470969259040264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106470969259040264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106470969259040264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106470969259040264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/09/calm-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106463397425890321</id><published>2003-09-26T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T23:39:33.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  FUCK!!I have to let this out somewhere....You don't call me all week - all week people are asking me how you are, if you're having fun &amp; the only reason I know that you got there okay is because my friend saw you and she told me. Then you decide to call me tonight - after an entire week of being okay.. you call me and your message makes me feel like shit for missing your call. Maybe you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106463397425890321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106463397425890321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106463397425890321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106463397425890321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/09/fuck-i-have-to-let-this-out-somewhere.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106452283796532706</id><published>2003-09-25T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T16:47:17.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> all is well..I saw Scott last night. We hugged, we talked - things are well. I understand that he has been pulled in many directions lately - especially with his brother living at home, which has changed as of a few days ago. An amusing part of the night was when the bartender told me to say hi to my other half since she shows Sean. I think she was concerned because I was there with another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106452283796532706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106452283796532706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106452283796532706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106452283796532706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/09/all-is-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106442647176343563</id><published>2003-09-24T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T14:01:11.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Boys Suck...Well - one in particular does. I used to be best friends with him and now I hardly ever hear from him. I wrote him an email to state my concern and the fact that I miss what we had etc. he wrote back but got all defensive - and accused me of being paranoid. We hung out almost every night for a year and a half if not more - he started dating a girl and we saw less of him which was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106442647176343563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106442647176343563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106442647176343563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106442647176343563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/09/boys-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106440843721268428</id><published>2003-09-24T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T09:00:37.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Bad Dreams..I dreamt that I went to Rogers because I heard that Sean was back - I was excited but concerned because he hadn't called me to say he had returned. When I spoke to him, he was acting all strange - he didn't care anymore - he told me that he really wasn't interested in a relationship anymore - he had so much fun being "single" in cancun that he really didn't want us to be us anymore</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106440843721268428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106440843721268428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106440843721268428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106440843721268428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/09/bad-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106432247043582885</id><published>2003-09-23T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T09:07:50.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> BlahConnie called me last night to tell me that she ran into Sean and Brian at her hotel when she was in Cancun.  She took them out and told them where to go and where not to go, what to eat etc. The boys also saved the day later - the girls were walking back to the hotel at about 3am when they passed some guys who decided to grope them - they were understandably upset, but then Sean and Brian</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106432247043582885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106432247043582885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106432247043582885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106432247043582885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/09/blah-connie-called-me-last-night-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106423605047925751</id><published>2003-09-22T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T09:07:30.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ProductiveI know I just posted - but I was thinking about things - I really need to get some things going this week - either work on the business idea, or create my own. Afterall - John, Derek and Sean are putting together their business on the side, and watching them work is really inspiring me - the only problem is I really don't feel like I can do anything really well. I need to be really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106423605047925751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106423605047925751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106423605047925751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106423605047925751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/09/productive-i-know-i-just-posted-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106423540832085360</id><published>2003-09-22T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T08:56:47.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Clothes!I went to the clothing show yesterday with my mom. It was my first time, but my mom had been before as a vendor. She and my dad used to have a store called Somewhere In Time - they specialized in antiques. Things have changed but I had lots of fun! Many new purchases were made including a vinyl mini dress, a 50's dress and Emily capris - which will be funny because Sean has some crazy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106423540832085360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106423540832085360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106423540832085360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106423540832085360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/09/clothes-i-went-to-clothing-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106388976511454583</id><published>2003-09-18T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T11:46:04.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> New...I just joined this really cool group called postcardx. You send thing to strangers in the mail - I love mail and I think it will be a great excuse to get my creative juices flowing! On a completely other note - this morning I had a wonderfully explicit sex dream. I was kinda sad when I woke up and realized that it hadn't happened.**</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106388976511454583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106388976511454583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106388976511454583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106388976511454583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/09/new.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106380618955015951</id><published>2003-09-17T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T09:43:09.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> *sigh*I passed.So now what am I supposed to worry about? I was planning on worrying about the drive down to Toronto on Saturday with John - because I hate driving in Toronto and because we're supposed to be flooded by then because of hurricane Isabel. That has been called off. Then I was thinking that I would worry about the dinner I'm supposed to attend on Thursday night at Seans - Sara's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106380618955015951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106380618955015951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106380618955015951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106380618955015951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/09/sigh-i-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106363284909187011</id><published>2003-09-15T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T09:34:09.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Nerves..My G2 exit test is at 3pm today. The nervousness is beginning to grow in my stomach - I really shouldn't be so worried - if I fail, then I take it again - I really just want to avoid having to feel this way again. Anticipation is a bitch...**</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106363284909187011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106363284909187011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106363284909187011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106363284909187011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/09/nerves.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106359869615715736</id><published>2003-09-15T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T00:04:56.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Games... Games can be fun. Especially when everyone involved understands the rules and that it is not meant to be taken seriously - this is why it is a game. John and I have a game. He may not know that it is officially a game, but it is and after last night I do believe we are tied at 1-1.I would really enjoy a rematch.**</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106359869615715736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106359869615715736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106359869615715736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106359869615715736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/09/games.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106328673913343801</id><published>2003-09-11T09:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T09:25:39.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> 2 years... Two years ago today I was into my second week of college. A few of us decided to venture to the other end of the school and check out the pub for lunch. When we got there, the place was packed, we figured it was always this way, until we squeezed our way in and looked up. On screens everywhere were images that I will never forget - planes exploding, buildings collapsing, people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106328673913343801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106328673913343801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106328673913343801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106328673913343801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/09/2-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106191067454510916</id><published>2003-08-26T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T11:11:14.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The Ex! Nandad, Sean and I went to The Ex yesterday. I had really been looking forward to it - like I used to when I was a kid - but I have to admit that it isn't as magical as it once was - Growing up really sucks the fun out of a lot of things. I adore the atmosphere - the sounds and the smells - and just being there with family but I don't play the games like I used to. My Nandad used to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106191067454510916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106191067454510916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106191067454510916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106191067454510916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/08/ex-nandad-sean-and-i-went-to-ex.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106148008053021126</id><published>2003-08-21T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T11:34:53.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Blackout/FalloutBy this time today I was supposed to have completed my driving test to get my full G liscense, but all the Government non essential offices are closed. On one hand I'm quite happy to have a little more time to practise (though I've had four years to do it) but on the other hand, I wanted to be able to go to the Ex on Monday knowing that I didn't have to worry about it anymore -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106148008053021126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106148008053021126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106148008053021126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106148008053021126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/08/blackoutfallout-by-this-time-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106061236091532311</id><published>2003-08-11T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T10:32:40.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Funny how things change...I'm stuck.I want to move out with Sean. I don't want to rent but we don't have the downpayment to buy. I want to be free. I want to travel. I want to quit this job and not have one for a while. I want to run around and take pictures. I want to be creative again. I want to get our business off the ground. It sounds like I know what I want - but I don't. Everything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106061236091532311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106061236091532311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106061236091532311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106061236091532311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/08/funny-how-things-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-106026843152893791</id><published>2003-08-07T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T11:00:31.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Success...Things I have done in the past week:- Enjoyed the best concert of my life (BEP, Esthero &amp; J.T.?!)- Watched IT and survived- Read my first Caitlin R Kiernan book &amp; couldn't put it down- Got sick, didn't go to work &amp; slept all day- Started taking some pictures again- Got a really bad but funny looking sunburnThe best part is that today is Thursday so the work week is almost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/106026843152893791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=106026843152893791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106026843152893791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/106026843152893791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/08/success.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-105966766026125957</id><published>2003-07-31T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T12:07:40.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> blah..I know I take things personally &amp; it's a problem but fuck... Today in the office I had to try and answer some guys question about one of our products and I didn't have the answers so I asked the person who would know if they could take the call and I was told that I should just grab the bottle and read the instructions to him because we all have to learn the products. It was said in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/105966766026125957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=105966766026125957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105966766026125957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105966766026125957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/07/blah.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-105887926859843020</id><published>2003-07-22T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T09:07:48.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Dreams..I had a strange dream where Sean was living in Montreal - as was Sam but that came up later. He was living in come shitty little hotel for $17 a day or something &amp; I was really worried about him. Scott and I planned to go down and visit - then I thought it might be strange if we ended up having to get a hotel room together during the trip. I really missed Sean and it was supposed to be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/105887926859843020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=105887926859843020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105887926859843020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105887926859843020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/07/dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-105880925182441604</id><published>2003-07-21T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T13:41:52.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Movies..Lots of movies this past weekend: Bad Boys II on FridayI dressed up to go out for the first time in a while - I looked hot - I actually wore a skirt - I'm starting to become comfortable with my body again.The movie was fun. I have now met a car I think is sexy....Yesterday - Finding NemoWhat an adorable movie! I have never cried so much from laughing at the little sea turtles - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/105880925182441604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=105880925182441604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105880925182441604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105880925182441604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/07/movies.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-105853319812064503</id><published>2003-07-18T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T08:59:57.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Fun with friends..Last night I met up with an old friend. Aimee and I have known each other since we were about 7 - we took skating lessons together, then ran into each other at one of those three day seminars I used to go to for "gifted" kids. She then showed up at the school that shared our playground back when I was at St. Domeinics - and finally when I moved to Glen Abbey, we went to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/105853319812064503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=105853319812064503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105853319812064503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105853319812064503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/07/fun-with-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-105844665735294487</id><published>2003-07-17T08:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T08:57:37.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Revelations...Last night I was standing in front of my mirror &amp; I had a revelation.. well a few actually... I'm 21 - I'm young, I'm attractive, I'm intelligent - unfortunately I have some social phobias but I'm working on them - My point is that I should be having the time of my life right now, but instead I'm working full time at a nice job but not one that really stimulates me... and I don't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/105844665735294487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=105844665735294487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105844665735294487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105844665735294487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/07/revelations.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-105836096310562323</id><published>2003-07-16T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T09:09:23.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Yummy!We went to see Pirates of the Carribean with Cherise and Pat last night. It was so fun! Johnny Depp (in eyeliner!) and Orlando Bloom are very nice to look at &amp; I kept hoping that they would make out, but alas - it is a Disney movie. It was enjoyable anyway..**</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/105836096310562323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=105836096310562323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105836096310562323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105836096310562323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/07/yummy-we-went-to-see-pirates-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-105775579152406651</id><published>2003-07-09T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T09:03:11.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> From if to when...Last night Sean told me that he thinks we should live together. Previously any reference to living together began with "if we live together..." now it will be "when we live togther..."This was surprising to me, since he has maintained that he wants to live alone first. Unfortunately no one else is available to move out right now - I told him I thought he might just be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/105775579152406651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=105775579152406651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105775579152406651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105775579152406651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/07/from-if-to-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-105766865943815699</id><published>2003-07-08T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T08:50:59.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> QAF... done for another season Am I sad? Yeah.. just a little. I was under the impression that they were going to be nice and start the next season in September or something, but apparently they are going to start filming then....I had a nice dream about Brian from the show again... *sigh* of couse I was making out with him again. We were joking about how I must have a crush on him or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/105766865943815699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=105766865943815699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105766865943815699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105766865943815699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/07/qaf.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-105732999436883292</id><published>2003-07-04T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T10:46:45.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Yay for fun people!I attended Jackie's house party last weekend. I am not big on crowds of people I don't know, so I spent most of the night catching up with people from school whom I haven't seen much of. But at one point, this really interesting guy showed up - I was further intrigued when I heard a rumour that he is gay - and the last straw was when I saw his wonderful star tattoo! I had to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/105732999436883292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=105732999436883292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105732999436883292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105732999436883292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/07/yay-for-fun-people-i-attended-jackies.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-105725005905753599</id><published>2003-07-03T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T12:34:33.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Goals...My main goals for the summer:- Workout and get a tummy like Cameron in Charlies Angels (which I watched last nite - it was fun.. over the top... but fun) (btw - I realize how impossible it will be to get a tummy like hers.. )- Save, save, save- Get a decent tan - I don't need to see my veins all the time- Have fun - though I have no idea how- Read all the Disinformation books- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/105725005905753599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=105725005905753599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105725005905753599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105725005905753599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/07/goals.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-105715243512666431</id><published>2003-07-02T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T09:27:15.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Happy Birthday to Me..Today I turn 21.This is not a big deal for me, other than the fact that I can now go to New Orleans and drink. Today feels just like any other day - does this mean I'm getting older?My horoscope for the year says that a lot of changes are ahead - considering how many things have changed in the last year - I'm really intrigued...Things to accomplish in the next year:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/105715243512666431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=105715243512666431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105715243512666431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105715243512666431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-105577865692485097</id><published>2003-06-16T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T11:50:56.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Productive!I actually feel like I was productive this past weekend! I went to Ikea, bought stuff for my room, painted frames and primed this bench I'm going to paint later tonight. To top it all off, Sean and I are planning on hitting the gym for the first time tonight. This may all be because of the lovely sun that decided to make an appearance all weekend, and looks like it's going to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/105577865692485097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=105577865692485097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105577865692485097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105577865692485097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/06/productive-i-actually-feel-like-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-105524944980420677</id><published>2003-06-10T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T08:57:01.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Sorry..It has been a few weeks &amp; I am sorry. I have actually been busy &amp; now I will sum things upTwo weeks ago Sean and I went to Ottawa to visit Rachna. This woman is incredible - she has just turned 24 - she has three degrees, works for the government (okay maybe thats not so great... ), lives on her own and is freaking beautiful - everyone loves her... she just amazes me - she is what I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/105524944980420677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=105524944980420677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105524944980420677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/105524944980420677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/06/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-94682879</id><published>2003-05-21T08:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T08:57:22.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Ideas... how I've missed you...I have been coming up with ideas all over the place in the last few days! It feels incredible....I want to make clothes - just for myself that is - but I have so many ideas - they're little and simple but I think I can really make them work. Once I have clothes that are fun, I will have to take pictures of myself - thus making myself my newest model - I may </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/94682879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=94682879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/94682879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/94682879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/05/ideas.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-94635031</id><published>2003-05-20T10:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T10:44:22.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Inspiration!Inspiration has struck!The Matrix Reloaded has done wonderful things for my creative mind!I'll explain more later**</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/94635031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=94635031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/94635031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/94635031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/05/inspiration-inspiration-has-struck.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-94261110</id><published>2003-05-13T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T08:45:16.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I want a house...Why does this feel so impossible? I will have my car paid off by the end of July, after that I will be saving for a downpayment - maybe I should save for a computer first, but Sean is about to get a new one so I'm not sure if it's worth it. I just want a place of my own, with Sean of course. Right now he is looking for a place to rent, so it would be much nicer if he was just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/94261110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=94261110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/94261110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/94261110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/05/i-want-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-93927326</id><published>2003-05-07T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T10:06:41.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Whats New..Qucikly I will go over what is new- I recieved a 10% raise!- Sean is looking for an appartment- I watched X2 with Sean,Cherise,John &amp; Jackie last night- A summer student works in my office now so I cannot write here as often - The gallery show was great - it made me sad b/c my stuff wasn't there, but John put up one of the pictures he took of me and that made me smile- I wore </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/93927326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=93927326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/93927326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/93927326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/05/whats-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-93591707</id><published>2003-05-01T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T08:58:11.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Dreams..I had a dream that Brian from Queer as Folk was trying to get me in bed.. It was a lovely dream... The review went very well - and as far as I know I'm getting a raise which I will see on my paycheque tomorrow - Tonight is the gallery opening for everyone in the photography program - it will undoubtedly make me very sad that I did not stay in the program - but it will be a fun night </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/93591707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=93591707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/93591707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/93591707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/05/dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-93403704</id><published>2003-04-28T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T11:28:44.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Review...My review is in half an hour - my stomach is doing stupid things - I hope it stops because we're going to a restaurant that I've wanted to go to for a while &amp; since it's such a an incredible day outside we're going to sit on the patio! I'm very happy about that aspect - but I'm still really nervous The only way this is worth it is if I get a raise.....**Oh - and I started </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/93403704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=93403704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/93403704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/93403704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/04/review.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-93042327</id><published>2003-04-22T08:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T08:40:58.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Everything feels wrong...I hate these mornings - I wake up and feel anxious - it's as if I know that something bad is going to happen but there is no reason to think that way. I figure I'm just all messed up because things at work are changing up a little but that really shouldn't worry me this much - unless I'm in such a routine already at work, that I'm afraid of any little changes. I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/93042327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=93042327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/93042327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/93042327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/04/everything-feels-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-92979085</id><published>2003-04-21T08:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T08:43:45.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Change...First I will say that the long weekend for Easter felt wonderful! I haven't had a long weekend since starting here &amp; it really was great - though this week is going to feel incredibly long in comparison.Moving on - the daughter of a woman I work with is starting here today for the summer - I don't like change when I'm really comfortable - I worry that the comfort will be disturbed -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/92979085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=92979085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/92979085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/92979085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/04/change.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-92646923</id><published>2003-04-15T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T09:04:31.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Still just thinking...Last night just flew by - I didn't get a good chance to sit down and think like I wanted to - John and Jackie came by and shot pictures of Shadow - I watched Queer as Folk with Sean - I didn't get much else accomplished unless you count picking up perscriptions and depositing a cheque... I'm also sick so I was very blah all night...I was just looking at courses online -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/92646923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=92646923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/92646923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/92646923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/04/still-just-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-92581576</id><published>2003-04-14T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T09:43:48.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ChangeIf there really is someone out there who reads this - you must be sick of hearing me bitch about the same things time and time again... I'm starting to get sick of it already - I want out of this job - yet I don't, not yet. - I need it just enough to stay - until the car is paid for and all the other little debts are gone - Once they're gone I can leave but I will want to buy a few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/92581576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=92581576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/92581576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/92581576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/04/change-if-there-really-is-someone-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-92370835</id><published>2003-04-10T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T13:11:41.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Starting to repeat myselfAs I logged in I was thinking about what I should title this little entry. "Still losing my mind" popped up - turns out that was the title of my last entry - perhaps this means I'm telling the truth!I was off work for the last two days - thought I had strep throat - I really didn't want to come back today. I don't want to work a traditional job - I want to get this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/92370835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=92370835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/92370835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/92370835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/04/starting-to-repeat-myself-as-i-logged.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-92147529</id><published>2003-04-07T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T09:36:43.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Still losing my mind..All I seem to do is complain - but I'm simply not satisfied with a few things in my life right now. My job is simply a job to me and perhaps it's supposed to feel like a career. There is no way I can be someones receptionist for the rest of my life. I can hardly handle it for a few months. I do not feel stimulated here, which makes me wonder what would satisfy me? I don't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/92147529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=92147529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/92147529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/92147529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/04/still-losing-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-91981727</id><published>2003-04-04T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T09:06:23.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Isn't it April?The ammount of snow we have just been hit with amazes me - of course it's not just snow - its freezing rain as well - and it's april 4! Obviously Mother Nature has forgotten this fact...Last night Dave stopped by with a surprise for me... John! His friend from Newfoundland - well they were best friends for years then John moved to NL. We met when Dave and I were dating &amp; he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/91981727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=91981727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/91981727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/91981727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/04/isnt-it-april-ammount-of-snow-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-91913274</id><published>2003-04-03T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T09:00:49.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Gym..I woke up today and checked out my stomach and I really don't like it as much these days - I used to love my tummy... I am going to suggest to Sean that today after work we go check out the YMCA - they have a really great gym from what I hear so perhaps we should get off our asses and start going!**</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/91913274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=91913274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/91913274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/91913274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/04/gym.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-91849334</id><published>2003-04-02T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T10:58:55.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Top FiveTop 5 things I really need/want to do1- Budget my money to pay off debts faster2- Start taking pictures again with purpose!3- Make this blog look great - which may or may not involve some classes4- Do everything in my power to make this business idea get off the ground5- Enjoy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/91849334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=91849334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/91849334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/91849334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/04/top-five-top-5-things-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-91707285</id><published>2003-03-31T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T08:56:43.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Monday...I hate mondays - okay.. maybe I don't hate them - I usually get more sleep on the weekend so Mondays aren't too bad for wakeing up - this morning was painfull though. Most likely becuase I only got 5 hours of sleep on Saturday night - I went to see John (whom I never see anymore) and ended up staying there until 2:30 - I miss him - and he knows that now - luckily he will be done </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/91707285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=91707285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/91707285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/91707285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/03/monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-91410550</id><published>2003-03-26T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T08:54:27.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ZWAN!! Okay - I couldn't sell my tickets &amp; I am so glad that I went! For once I decided to attempt getting near the front &amp; it was much easier than I thought - I just stood around at the side and there was room right up against the barrier. I ended up front row! I have never been that close to Billy Corgan - it was great! My left ear is hurting just a little from the speaker - but it was well </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/91410550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=91410550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/91410550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/91410550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/03/zwan-okay-i-couldnt-sell-my-tickets-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-91344584</id><published>2003-03-25T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T08:57:45.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Zwan!*sigh*I want to sell my Zwan tickets - this may seem strange - considering that I really love their music - but I recently had maintenance done on my car &amp; paid for a bunch of perscriptions - and I really don't want to be out another $90 for this show - I've already paid for the show of course but I would love to get my money back - I have hit this point where I realize that just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/91344584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=91344584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/91344584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/91344584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/03/zwan-sigh-i-want-to-sell-my-zwan.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-91279925</id><published>2003-03-24T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T09:24:55.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> .....My Aunt Nell passed away early Sunday morning. It had only been a matter of time, she had been sick for some time and when she went into the hospital last week, we knew that it was the end. I am now incredibly worried about my Uncle Colin. He is my fathers best friend, and my Godfather. He is now alone. I worry because he may not be able to afford to keep living in his apartment, of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/91279925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=91279925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/91279925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/91279925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-90995251</id><published>2003-03-19T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T10:36:44.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> It's over!As you can figure - I was far too busy with the Seminar preparations to write anything - That's my excuse anyway...The day went by so fast! I met some nice people &amp; wanted to cry a few times. A few hours after it was over I managed to snap on Sean &amp; then cry a lot - I figure it was all the stress finally coming out. My biggest fear now is that next year they will make me do a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/90995251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=90995251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/90995251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/90995251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/03/its-over-as-you-can-figure-i-was-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-90521667</id><published>2003-03-11T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T09:12:34.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Closing In!The seminar is closing in on me - it is this weekend - now that there is a breakdown of where everyone will be I feel a little better because I know they are not going to make me handle a session on my own. I am going to be in charge of the computer at the registration table and I will be running around taking pictures. I only learned about the picture taking today and it has made </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/90521667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=90521667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/90521667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/90521667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/03/closing-in-seminar-is-closing-in-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-90239896</id><published>2003-03-06T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T09:56:04.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Losing my mind!Wow.This past weekend was incredible for many reasons! Sean &amp; I stayed in a 4-star hotel in Niagara falls (over-looking the falls!) for two nights and only paid $110! We invited Scott &amp; Sam up for the second night becuase we had two beds. We made good use of the beds! We went to the Casino &amp; had fun, we shopped &amp; had fun. Essentially fun was had all around!Then I came back to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/90239896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=90239896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/90239896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/90239896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/03/losing-my-mind-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-89711626</id><published>2003-02-25T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T09:22:34.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The Rules of AttractionI like when things drop into my life and make it more interesting - sadly this is a movie I'm speaking of - but hey, I live in Oakville - I don't expect exciting things to fall out of the sky here - which is why I have to move - I think we should move to London - good old university town with lots of kids and possible fun - as well as cheap housing! I bet I could get a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/89711626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=89711626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/89711626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/89711626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/02/rules-of-attraction-i-like-when-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-89642373</id><published>2003-02-24T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T09:04:56.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> New day, new week, new me!?For some reason I feel very inspired this morning! The only new thing in my life is my newfound love for The Rules of Attraction! I just watched the movie for the first time on Friday &amp; I have fallen for it! It is dark, it's sexy and so many other things - I can't describe it but it has struck a cord in me. I have bought the book and I should have it done in a few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/89642373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=89642373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/89642373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/89642373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/02/new-day-new-week-new-me-for-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-89513489</id><published>2003-02-21T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T14:49:48.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I hate phones...I would be pretty happy to never have to look at a phone again - my cell would be different because I hardly use it &amp; only people I want to talk to have it - but the rest of the phones in my life can just stop working - this would make me very happy.I have spent the day on the phone at work trying to get people to say they are coming to our seminar - this is not a fun job - I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/89513489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=89513489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/89513489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/89513489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/02/i-hate-phones.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-89368831</id><published>2003-02-19T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T08:47:43.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Blah..I realize that is often my title for the day - but this winter I have really been feeling the "Blah!"Moving on - I haven't really seen Sean in the last 3 days - this is strange for us - I usually see him almost every day unless he's out of town - but he is in town he's just incredibly busy - I have been getting much more sleep than usual but I still feel kinda strange...I keep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/89368831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=89368831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/89368831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/89368831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/02/blah.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-89305021</id><published>2003-02-18T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T09:04:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Here we go..Right when I start to write - the phone rings - I'm actually beginning to hate phones more than I used to. Which is impressive because I've never liked phones very much in the first place... I'm on a couple of missions right now - First of all I want to get this whole business idea going - so I'm doing all the little things I can think of to get it on its way - Second - I want to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/89305021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=89305021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/89305021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/89305021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/02/here-we-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-89238832</id><published>2003-02-17T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T08:58:49.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Another week...I can't get excited about anything right now - it's freaking cold out &amp; there is snow on the ground - spring seems like it's going to take it's sweet ass time getting here - if it gets here at all!I just need some nice weather! I'm definitely a sufferer of S.A.D. &amp; I've only realized this during this winter - Does this mean I have to deal with this for every winter from now on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/89238832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=89238832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/89238832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/89238832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/02/another-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-89090736</id><published>2003-02-14T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T08:55:41.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Valentines DaySo it's valentines day - this is cute and all but Sean &amp; I don't celebrate it - though I have to say I was very happy to recieve a valentine this morning from Helene at work - she's a sweetheart!Anyway - Sean has the weekend off &amp; it sucks that prices on everything for couples will be jacked up this weekend - I wouldn't mind going away somewhere but hotels will cost more and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/89090736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=89090736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/89090736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/89090736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/02/valentines-day-so-its-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-89030896</id><published>2003-02-13T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T08:44:51.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Better..I had better dreams last night - it probably helps that I fell asleep watching a really great documentary called My Generation - It's all about "comparing and contrasting the three Woodstocks" I started watching when they were focusing on Woodstock 94 - I actually didn't get to sleep until after 2:30 because I was too into the documentary... Anyway - the dream - I don't remember much</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/89030896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=89030896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/89030896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/89030896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/02/better.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-88971338</id><published>2003-02-12T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T08:43:37.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What am I doing?I had a horrible dream last night.. well it was acutually early this morning - I was out somewhere with Sean &amp; there were many people I recognized so something makes me think it may have been near a school or something like that - then we are surrounded by all these men with guns &amp; it turns out they're terrorists &amp; they take us all hostage - I'm separated from Sean &amp; I'm sure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/88971338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=88971338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/88971338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/88971338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/02/what-am-i-doing-i-had-horrible-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-88848849</id><published>2003-02-10T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T08:38:39.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I need help..I'm really beginning to see how this is true. I know I've needed help for a while now.. but I'm so slow with it all - I've been dealing with certain issues for years &amp; yet I still haven't done much about them. I must call that therapist I went to see a few times so that he can refer me to someone in my area - I need to start talking to someone about my issues... I woke up today </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/88848849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=88848849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/88848849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/88848849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/02/i-need-help.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-88704189</id><published>2003-02-07T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T08:46:01.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Another Friday..Where are these days going? I would really like to know - I'm not upset or anything - I meen it is already friday and this is a great thing - I just hope the weekend stretches out like it did last weekend - that works quite nicely - the week zipps by and the weekend stretches out - I like it ... I don't want to fuck things up with Sean &amp; I'm quite worried that I have set us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/88704189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=88704189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/88704189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/88704189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/02/another-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-88650474</id><published>2003-02-06T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T10:11:28.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I can't think of anythingI just feel like typing right now. Nothing really exciting has happened in the past few days - this week is going by really fast for me probably because I'm so busy at work with all this seminar stuff - for once I actually feel like I have too much to do! I like it though, at least I know I will be kept busy.I hate the fact that I had so much fun last weekend &amp; this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/88650474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=88650474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/88650474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/88650474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/02/i-cant-think-of-anything-i-just-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-88536266</id><published>2003-02-04T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T11:12:22.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Set the Ray to JerryThat is the title of a really great Pumpkins B-side that not enough people have heard - It's in my head because I'm listening to that second cd that came with their greatest hits - it has a bunch of songs some unreleased - some b-sides - and I'm so glad that song made itI love Sean... This is obvious to all who know me but I really just like to say it now and then - I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/88536266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=88536266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/88536266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/88536266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/02/set-ray-to-jerry-that-is-title-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-88472146</id><published>2003-02-03T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T09:16:23.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Great Weekend!This past weekend was great - it had some flaws but overall it was wonderful! Sean's parents went to Montreal to visit their first and very new grandchild - so we had the house to ourselves - Scott &amp; Brian came over on Friday night &amp; the four of us sat around &amp; played cards until we kicked them out at 4 - Sean &amp; I still stayed up until 5:30 or something - I like late nights - We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/88472146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=88472146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/88472146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/88472146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/02/great-weekend-this-past-weekend-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-88325093</id><published>2003-01-31T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T08:46:02.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Friday!Wow. I haven't written anything since Monday - and that really doesn't seem that long ago... This week has zipped by for me which is great! Actually the last few months have zipped by - I wonder if this is because I'm working full-time now - does that make time fly by? It can't be because I'm having so much fun - I'm really not - I'm just not stressed (not too often anyway) or worried </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/88325093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=88325093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/88325093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/88325093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/01/friday-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-88095764</id><published>2003-01-27T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T08:58:25.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Blah.. MondayThere are many reasons I don't like mondays - there is the obvious fact that it is the furthest day from Friday - and that I am back at work - but what really gets me is the fact that Sean sleeps beside me Friday and Saturday night - then I wake up Monday morning without him - it makes me feel .. wrong.. I just know that something isn't right &amp; it throws off my day...The only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/88095764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=88095764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/88095764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/88095764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/01/blah.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-87899079</id><published>2003-01-23T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T09:21:25.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Very ColdWhy is it so freaking cold outside? Oh yeah, it's winter in Canada - grrr... Moving on - Last night I acutally did what I set out to do ... and more! It's amazing! I didn't just go home and sit my lazy ass down in front of the fireplace &amp; fall asleep cuddling with my cat - damn.. I want to be doing that right now... Last night I went to Photo Solutions &amp; picked up some more film &amp;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/87899079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=87899079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/87899079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/87899079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/01/very-cold-why-is-it-so-freaking-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-87840062</id><published>2003-01-22T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T09:01:11.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> DarkI'm sitting here in the dark at work - well not completely in the dark - I have access to windows and they are supplying me with an ample ammount of sunshine which I am enjoying - this is why the lights are not coming on quite yet. I love the fact that my boss is a cancer like me &amp; he never turns on the light in his office - that is one major thing we have in common &amp; I think it has to do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/87840062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=87840062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/87840062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/87840062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/01/dark-im-sitting-here-in-dark-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496683.post-87781385</id><published>2003-01-21T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T08:54:57.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Where do I begin?The weekend was quite an adventure!We met Jalen - an adorable bundle of tiny features - we stayed at Julius &amp; Sara's place which was decorated almost exactly how Sean &amp; I would have decorated the same space so we felt at home - we shopped &amp; I found a wonderful jacket &amp; hat both on sale &amp; they match - we visited Rachna &amp; exchanged belated Christmas &amp; birthday presants - In </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/feeds/87781385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1496683&amp;postID=87781385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/87781385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1496683/posts/default/87781385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eight.blogspot.com/2003/01/where-do-i-begin-weekend-was-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06190376641625972436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
