<?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-6447777085973739047</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:27:03.943-07:00</updated><category term='PETA'/><category term='Vacations'/><category term='sad'/><category term='free'/><title type='text'>Some Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LFus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978351972023040930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/STWszKnBCnI/AAAAAAAAABU/AeUItVy51qk/S220/100_0183.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447777085973739047.post-3320258009177995978</id><published>2009-12-22T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:59:35.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home for the Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Actually, I will just be home for Christmas, but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;I got home on Saturday after a long day of bus delays, sat around yesterday, got DSL today, going to Grandfathers on Wednesday and Thursday, Christmas is Friday, Vince is coming on Saturday and we are going to China on Sunday. Very Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in sixth grade I went to Italy as a part of an exchange program. My family gave me a lot of money so I could buy wonderful souvenirs. But I was only twelve and had no idea if something was expensive or not so I did not buy alot at all. In fact the most common gift that I brought back for people was volcanic rock from Mount Etna. Not too many people really enjoyed their one of a kind made in Italy rocks. So this time I decided that I want to bring back really nice gifts for people from China. I asked a few people what they would like as a souvenir. My mom wants a red bathrobe, some nice hair things, stuff like that (pretty much anything except a clown head statue, which is what she got from Italy). My sister (a history teacher at an all girls school) wants Lotus Shoes; the shoes worn by women with bound feet; so that she can teach her students what feet binding is really like. My brother wants nothing (if I came back with nothing, he would probably be sad) My friend Andrew wants a GIANT Jade Buddha. This was denied very quickly so now he wants stone chopsticks that have not been smoothed, shined or painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course there were the people who I did not ask what they want but told me anyway. One person didn't tell me what she wanted, she just told me that it better be nice... She wasn't even on my list of people to get something for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided not to ask anybody else. I really expected people to say that they had no preference and that I didn't need to get them anything(even though I would still get them something). Apparently people have been waiting their whole live for somebody they know to go to China and made lists of exactly what souvenirs they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom will get what she asked for because I have to make up for that clown head, Ill try to find the shoes for my sister, my brother will get something nice, and Andrew will get a piece of volcanic rock from Italy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447777085973739047-3320258009177995978?l=somegirllauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3320258009177995978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447777085973739047&amp;postID=3320258009177995978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/3320258009177995978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/3320258009177995978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-for-holidays.html' title='Home for the Holidays'/><author><name>LFus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978351972023040930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/STWszKnBCnI/AAAAAAAAABU/AeUItVy51qk/S220/100_0183.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447777085973739047.post-3779241294606014776</id><published>2009-10-31T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T10:50:10.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/Sux3ycHqHfI/AAAAAAAAADE/wGSI1L-CJTw/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/Sux3ycHqHfI/AAAAAAAAADE/wGSI1L-CJTw/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398821761735859698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I said last time, I'm going to China! &lt;br /&gt;This is very exciting to me and most of my family. I think it is probably most excited is Christopher (my 14th favorite cousin)because he is finally getting his money. You see, when I was about 7 Christopher babysat me and my siblings. He struck a deal with a Chinese man to sell me. He would tell me that some day soon the Chinese man was coming to get me and take me to China where I would be experimented on. So one day, we were walking to meet up with my Mom and there was a Chinese man. Christopher grabbed my hand and started walking towards the man saying that this was the day I was leaving, I tried to escape but he wouldn't let go. That's when I saw my mom down the street. I tried to get to her and away from Christopher and his buyer. Finally I did! I bolted down the street to my Mom. I don't know if Christopher got in trouble for that... I hope he did. The Chinese man never came back because he did not want such a rambunctious little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, dearest Christopher called me the other day and told me that the Chinese man will be picking me up at the airport. Of course he is not paying as much since now I'm old and past my peak but he couldn't turn down the great deal! he didn't even have to fly here again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! That picture is for you Christopher, I know you like red hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I like Pandora radio... it shows me new songs that I would like. Its great :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447777085973739047-3779241294606014776?l=somegirllauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3779241294606014776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447777085973739047&amp;postID=3779241294606014776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/3779241294606014776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/3779241294606014776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/2009/10/sold.html' title='SOLD!'/><author><name>LFus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978351972023040930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/STWszKnBCnI/AAAAAAAAABU/AeUItVy51qk/S220/100_0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/Sux3ycHqHfI/AAAAAAAAADE/wGSI1L-CJTw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447777085973739047.post-5035317665060147984</id><published>2009-10-25T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:33:15.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm going to China</title><content type='html'>That's right, I'm going to China. A lot happens when your not blogging. Me and 199 other SUNY students will be flying over to Beijing on Dec 27 and coming back Jan 10. New years in China but not Chinese New year... Isnt it said that what you are doing at 12;01 on new years you will be doing all year. But I wont be in China all year (unless i get arrested or something). And does that mean 12:01 in the time of your home country or does that mean the time of where you are. But it doesnt matter because for the past f or so new years i have been playing SIMS and I am not playing sims right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447777085973739047-5035317665060147984?l=somegirllauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5035317665060147984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447777085973739047&amp;postID=5035317665060147984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/5035317665060147984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/5035317665060147984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-i-going-to-china.html' title='So I&apos;m going to China'/><author><name>LFus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978351972023040930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/STWszKnBCnI/AAAAAAAAABU/AeUItVy51qk/S220/100_0183.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447777085973739047.post-616247041786567356</id><published>2009-07-04T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:48:06.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun?</title><content type='html'>Not for me! Okay I'm exaggerating...&lt;br /&gt;From May to last Thursday all I did was sit around, clean the house, and listen to Harry Potter. Now I have a job babysitting a little baby. I like that job because she is a good baby. So far I have argued with about everybody I know and then made up with them. But I'm tired of forgiving people I just don't like... &lt;br /&gt;Woah! No post for a long time and then its just another complaint!! Woops... &lt;br /&gt;I like the show TrueBlood. It was created based on a book series that I used to love. I once showed my sister the books and she said that it was trash or smut or something... who wants to read about vampires... And now she loves the show, and the books, and everything about vampires (ie Twilight) But there I go complaining again... What else? OH! My bird Sargent Gizzard the Man Eating Bird started laying eggs. What a let down. Now I have to worry about egg binding, calcium deficiencies and mood swings. Okay I need to stop. I hope that this was just getting me back in the swing of things. If this is the quality of blog posts then I should just delete this thing. Lets be honest, its not funny or witty or anything other than pathetic and I don't even post frequently enough for it to matter. Whatever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447777085973739047-616247041786567356?l=somegirllauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/feeds/616247041786567356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447777085973739047&amp;postID=616247041786567356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/616247041786567356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/616247041786567356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun?'/><author><name>LFus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978351972023040930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/STWszKnBCnI/AAAAAAAAABU/AeUItVy51qk/S220/100_0183.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447777085973739047.post-3164943004010385433</id><published>2009-05-01T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:29:59.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your only my 14th favoite website Christopher!</title><content type='html'>Last night when I was going to bed, I was thinking as I usually do about very random things. It was then I realized that I always have better come backs after I need them. I can sometimes come up with some good ones at the right time but usually, they come to me later. Here is a specific example. On facebook, I did one of those things in which you pick you top five of a certain subject. I did websites. My cousin Christopher has a website and it was not in my top five. I really had tried to put it up in my five but facebook said no. Christopher saw this and was appaled that his own website was not on the list and said Thanks. To this I explained that I really did try but was not able to put him up there. What I should have said was. Your website is only my 14th favorite website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am always excluded from things I should be involved in. More specifically wedding things. One of my cousins got married and I was a bridesmaid, but even though my very own sister was the maid of honor, at no point in the process was I involved. (Well besides the day before the wedding when I ran errands with somebody I did not know...) Now another cousin is getting married and I am a bridesmaid. AGAIN I DONT KNOW ANYTHING! I try my hardest to be included, I really do. I Even emailed the Maid of Honor asking to be involved. (And she has... partly... I am making the wishing well for the bridal shower) I would just like to say that I have already porchased my dress and some other people have not. I know its not necessary for people to tell me about the menu for the shower or anything like that, but lets try to make everybody at least feel involved!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Why is that I only blog when I have something to complain about?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447777085973739047-3164943004010385433?l=somegirllauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3164943004010385433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447777085973739047&amp;postID=3164943004010385433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/3164943004010385433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/3164943004010385433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-only-my-14th-favoite-website.html' title='Your only my 14th favoite website Christopher!'/><author><name>LFus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978351972023040930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/STWszKnBCnI/AAAAAAAAABU/AeUItVy51qk/S220/100_0183.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447777085973739047.post-6693073099930927213</id><published>2009-04-15T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:06:39.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurray!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great news!&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be a Resident Assistant next semester!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WOO HOOOO&lt;br /&gt;I hope I make cool door tags!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324965646253822466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/SeYUCtoeEgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2K6ZGYgiCPs/s320/lava+lamp+door+tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447777085973739047-6693073099930927213?l=somegirllauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6693073099930927213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447777085973739047&amp;postID=6693073099930927213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/6693073099930927213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/6693073099930927213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/2009/04/hurray.html' title='Hurray!!!'/><author><name>LFus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978351972023040930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/STWszKnBCnI/AAAAAAAAABU/AeUItVy51qk/S220/100_0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/SeYUCtoeEgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2K6ZGYgiCPs/s72-c/lava+lamp+door+tag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447777085973739047.post-5932981431828727359</id><published>2009-04-08T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:14:27.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RA??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I have applied to be a resident assistant at school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had four weeks of workshops which were fun and enjoyable, then I had one team interview (a resident director and some Ras) and now I am doing personal interviews (just and RD). I had one yesterday and four today (I've only done two so far). They seem to ask very similar/exactly the same questions which is good but then when they do ask a different one it takes me longer to answer. Anyway we find out who gets to be an RA for next semester next week! I am very nervous! Oh boy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In other news, this Sunday is Easter. It will be an interesting Easter for us all. Danielle (my sister) is going to be in Spain (or France?) So it will be my first Easter without her. But I am looking forward to it anyway.  I guess its just one less person for me and Richard to defeat in the egg hunt and one less person to trade my candy with. Ill miss her, but I'm still excited to go home for a couple of days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I like to have this centered better than the usual positioning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I have realized I only blog when I am angry. In fact I had to remove a post because it would have seemed/it was really ...not nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wish me luck on the RA thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447777085973739047-5932981431828727359?l=somegirllauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5932981431828727359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447777085973739047&amp;postID=5932981431828727359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/5932981431828727359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/5932981431828727359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/2009/04/ra.html' title='RA??'/><author><name>LFus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978351972023040930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/STWszKnBCnI/AAAAAAAAABU/AeUItVy51qk/S220/100_0183.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447777085973739047.post-2222610784541563438</id><published>2009-03-12T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:24:00.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOH and OS</title><content type='html'>People say that I am the best Maid Of Honor ever (MOH).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty good, I mean I send out e-mails to the bridesmaids, I am always thinking about what to do for the bridal shower, it basically has consumed a portion of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being the MOH but a girl needs a little cooperation from other major players here... I'm just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/SbnQgpqxTQI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZKfWowod05U/s1600-h/P8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312506494819847426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/SbnQgpqxTQI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZKfWowod05U/s320/P8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to go on AOL and read their little box of links thing that changes everyday... it keeps me up to date on today's world. (I might be able to find out worldly matters in a more detailed way but I am so busy being a MOH) Today they had a story about objectum sexuals (OS) If I were you, I'd google it. It is pretty much 40 people (mostly women) who love things like the Eiffel tower and the golden gate bridge... very interesting...&lt;br /&gt;They have a website but I dont want to do the link thing.&lt;br /&gt;I am half way through a movie which is NOT approved of by the OS community even though 5% of their community is in it.&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that 5% must be the counter culture or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447777085973739047-2222610784541563438?l=somegirllauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2222610784541563438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447777085973739047&amp;postID=2222610784541563438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/2222610784541563438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/2222610784541563438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/2009/03/moh-and-os.html' title='MOH and OS'/><author><name>LFus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978351972023040930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/STWszKnBCnI/AAAAAAAAABU/AeUItVy51qk/S220/100_0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/SbnQgpqxTQI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZKfWowod05U/s72-c/P8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447777085973739047.post-5585476435244967511</id><published>2009-03-01T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T08:47:48.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foundation Plaza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/Saq70vVViaI/AAAAAAAAACc/7i9Zhj7Iuik/s1600-h/100_3400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308261625543100834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/Saq70vVViaI/AAAAAAAAACc/7i9Zhj7Iuik/s320/100_3400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As previously mentioned, a new fish has entered my life. He is a beautiful Betta named Foundation Plaza. He is now on Youtube on a video named after him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go watch him &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/fuscola"&gt;www.youtube.com/fuscola&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/Saq8GQHFqoI/AAAAAAAAACk/DVupYpntry4/s1600-h/100_3398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308261926399486594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/Saq8GQHFqoI/AAAAAAAAACk/DVupYpntry4/s320/100_3398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447777085973739047-5585476435244967511?l=somegirllauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5585476435244967511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447777085973739047&amp;postID=5585476435244967511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/5585476435244967511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/5585476435244967511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/2009/03/foundation-plaza.html' title='Foundation Plaza'/><author><name>LFus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978351972023040930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/STWszKnBCnI/AAAAAAAAABU/AeUItVy51qk/S220/100_0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/Saq70vVViaI/AAAAAAAAACc/7i9Zhj7Iuik/s72-c/100_3400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447777085973739047.post-8173464793684762197</id><published>2009-02-22T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:05:30.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Danielle and Joe</title><content type='html'>As of Friday, February 20th my sister Danielle is engaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle and Joe are getting married! And his proposal was so cute that he deserves a cookie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/SaG8ZtjauvI/AAAAAAAAACU/KK2ifsnWDig/s1600-h/DSCN3137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305728985930054386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/SaG8ZtjauvI/AAAAAAAAACU/KK2ifsnWDig/s320/DSCN3137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as exciting is that I am the Maid of Honor/honour (I haven't decided what I want the official title to be) I cant wait for them to pick a date so I can get started on the Bridal shower. I mean so the bridesmaids and I can get started on the Bridal Shower. This is the third wedding that I have been a part of. (Technically the fourth but I was only a baby for Aunt Miriam and Uncle Richies wedding) BUT it is the first where I will actually be involved!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY FOR BEING INCLUDED!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;Alot has happened since my last post...&lt;br /&gt;Today Vince and I got a new Betta Fish and named it Foundation Plaza. He is a good looking fish. If I don't make a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/fuscola"&gt;youtube video &lt;/a&gt;for him I will at least put up a picture.&lt;br /&gt;Foundation Plaza is in the same tank with the same set up as Bob Weir, Bob Weir 2, and Albuquerque were. Hopefully he lasts a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though alot has happened since I turned twenty, this is all I will share for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447777085973739047-8173464793684762197?l=somegirllauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8173464793684762197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447777085973739047&amp;postID=8173464793684762197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/8173464793684762197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/8173464793684762197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/2009/02/congratulations-danielle-and-joe.html' title='Congratulations Danielle and Joe'/><author><name>LFus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978351972023040930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/STWszKnBCnI/AAAAAAAAABU/AeUItVy51qk/S220/100_0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/SaG8ZtjauvI/AAAAAAAAACU/KK2ifsnWDig/s72-c/DSCN3137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447777085973739047.post-4842208389378050902</id><published>2009-01-29T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:30:15.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im gonna be 20!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; turning twenty on Saturday! I'm pretty excited because I like my birthday. I get to have awkward phone calls from my family, I pick dinner and then I get cake. Nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two decades is a very big deal to me, seeing as the celebration of my first decade was less than perfect because my older and only sister was not there to help me celebrate. Instead she went to her track meet. Let me ask this. Who would rather sweat and run around a track than eat delicious ice cream cake or a yum-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tastic&lt;/span&gt; dinner of my choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two decades may be a big deal to me but it probably is not to my &lt;a href="http://www.thatguyoverthere.com/"&gt;cousin Christopher &lt;/a&gt;who is one decade my elder, meaning that he is going to be THIRTY this year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hohoho&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also like my birthday because for the past couple of years, I get exactly what I ask for from my Mommy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets start four years ago:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16th- I got a blue fender guitar with all the trimmings. (I went on to never learn how to play it and said guitar is now in my boyfriends room)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday- Sargent Gizzard the Man Eating Bird (The picture is of that birthday)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/SYIOWc1xMVI/AAAAAAAAACI/Yzy7dauS3Lw/s1600-h/new+folder+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296811890602750290" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/SYIOWc1xMVI/AAAAAAAAACI/Yzy7dauS3Lw/s320/new+folder+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday- I had an Elvis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;impersonater&lt;/span&gt; at my party. Nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday- I got a sweet Camera (also with all the trimmings)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday- (Which I already got because I needed it to get back to school) Big red suitcase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what's on the menu for this Saturday you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, for lunch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; having candied carrots and then for dinner my guests and I will dine on baked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;zitti&lt;/span&gt;.  Following dinner is the Half Moose Tracks half mint chocolate chip ice cream cake!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very Nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447777085973739047-4842208389378050902?l=somegirllauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4842208389378050902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447777085973739047&amp;postID=4842208389378050902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/4842208389378050902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/4842208389378050902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-gonna-be-20.html' title='Im gonna be 20!!'/><author><name>LFus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978351972023040930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/STWszKnBCnI/AAAAAAAAABU/AeUItVy51qk/S220/100_0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/SYIOWc1xMVI/AAAAAAAAACI/Yzy7dauS3Lw/s72-c/new+folder+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447777085973739047.post-6593427072178734280</id><published>2009-01-19T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T08:32:47.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cry</title><content type='html'>So I just realized I cry alot.&lt;br /&gt;Its not always because I am sad. Mostly it happens because of corny endings in movies or commercials or anything with a happy ending.  Today I started crying when I went to post secret and their was a secret that said, "on saturday when you didnt know where I was, I was getting your ring".  Their was a picture of an engagement ring and their pet cat.  Then the guy who sent that emailed them a picture of the womans hand with the ring on it and she was holding the cat.  Thats two things that are sure to get me crying: 1- People getting engaged and being in love and 2- People  who love their pets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never used to cry at sappy things but thats not the case anymore. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447777085973739047-6593427072178734280?l=somegirllauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6593427072178734280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447777085973739047&amp;postID=6593427072178734280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/6593427072178734280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/6593427072178734280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cry.html' title='I Cry'/><author><name>LFus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978351972023040930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/STWszKnBCnI/AAAAAAAAABU/AeUItVy51qk/S220/100_0183.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447777085973739047.post-5151904970074329545</id><published>2009-01-09T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:29:22.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twilight Saga</title><content type='html'>So my sister Danielle got me the four Twilight books for Christmas. She loves them and thought I would too because I love Harry Potter.  So I started to read the first one. And then I finished it. The next two were very similar to the first.  Here's what happens:&lt;br /&gt;Girl falls in love with vampire who likes the smell of girls blood.  Vampire tries really hard not to kill Girl.  They fall in love.  Girl is almost killed by evil Vampires. Girl is saved.  Vampire runs away because he doesn't want to put girl in danger. Girl is sad. Girl is almost killed by evil vampires. Girl is saved. Girl is in danger she is saved and repeat that one more time.&lt;br /&gt;Girl becomes a vampire and they live happily ever after...&lt;br /&gt;That included the fourth and last book. However I didn't really mind the last book but I'm bothered because people say that these books are better than Harry Potter.  Last time I checked Harry Potter was not a depressing love story with a perfect little happy ending where nobody dies and there really is no struggle.  They don't even compare.  Now if I was thirteen I would have loved these books. But I am not. I'm glad I read them but I'm not rushing out to see the movie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447777085973739047-5151904970074329545?l=somegirllauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5151904970074329545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447777085973739047&amp;postID=5151904970074329545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/5151904970074329545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/5151904970074329545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/2009/01/twilight-saga.html' title='The Twilight Saga'/><author><name>LFus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978351972023040930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/STWszKnBCnI/AAAAAAAAABU/AeUItVy51qk/S220/100_0183.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447777085973739047.post-7156739019382179042</id><published>2008-12-28T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:48:21.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Vince</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vince is my boyfriend and I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We met at school on the third day of orientation.  We live about four hours away from each other and that is not fun.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a non-poem ode to Vince because he always calls when he says and he knows all the silly things that bother me and he does'nt do them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He is a great boyfriend. The best in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He checks my blog all the time even though I havent posted in a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love him!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you put our initials together (LV) and say it out loud it sounds like love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry, its the very small girly part of me showing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447777085973739047-7156739019382179042?l=somegirllauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7156739019382179042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447777085973739047&amp;postID=7156739019382179042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/7156739019382179042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/7156739019382179042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/2008/12/ode-to-vince.html' title='Ode to Vince'/><author><name>LFus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978351972023040930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/STWszKnBCnI/AAAAAAAAABU/AeUItVy51qk/S220/100_0183.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447777085973739047.post-6069750503183354015</id><published>2008-12-16T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T05:58:11.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/SUez2SUfBeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JD8_sZKQQtA/s1600-h/dmbtest.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/SUez2SUfBeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JD8_sZKQQtA/s320/dmbtest.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280386833327261154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals week is here! &lt;div&gt;I mean Finals Monday and Tuesday are here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like finals week because I am a good student. I get good grades, I rarely fall behind on my work, and I help other people stay on top of their work too (I'm a tutor).  It's not that I like long boring exams, it's not that at all.  What I like is watching the kids that don't care about school scramble and try to figure out what the difference between Johnes and Mastitis is so they get a C instead of a D. I like to see all the kids who don't know what classes they have on Wednesday but can't wait until Wednesday night, COUNTRY NIGHT, YEE HAW!  Its just too funny to see them all freak out and stress.  The usually quiet and moderately filled Library is packed. But its not just those crazy farm kids.  Its the even crazier city kids too. (except they are waiting for Fridays Hip Hop night. 'Aight)  I like them the best because I have to figure out what they are saying before I can laugh silently in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh!! I can't believe I almost forget about the very annoying Long Islanders. When you walk past a group of long islanders any other time of the year, you hear stories about jager bombs, their new haircuts, and why Rick's girlfriend is such a skank. This time of year you hear things like, "OMG, do you remember what that lab we did on that thing, like a long time ago was about, I totally slept through it because I was so drunk."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These things make my easy breezy studying go even nicer because at this time  of the year, everybody wishes they had done what I did all semester long!  How sweet it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447777085973739047-6069750503183354015?l=somegirllauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6069750503183354015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447777085973739047&amp;postID=6069750503183354015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/6069750503183354015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/6069750503183354015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals-week.html' title='Finals Week'/><author><name>LFus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978351972023040930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/STWszKnBCnI/AAAAAAAAABU/AeUItVy51qk/S220/100_0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/SUez2SUfBeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JD8_sZKQQtA/s72-c/dmbtest.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447777085973739047.post-362779510971506863</id><published>2008-12-10T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:34:51.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PETA'/><title type='text'>PETA kills animals???</title><content type='html'>Not that I am a big supporter of PETA, but I do like some of the things they do.  For instance they do things to stop people from wearing fur, and they help promote animal welfare laws.&lt;div&gt;Overall I would have to say that I like PETA despite all of its temper tantrums and crazy paint throwing ways.  I knew that PETA euthanized animals but I sure as heck didn't know how many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I found a website that broke my heart &lt;a href="http://www.petakillsanimals.com"&gt;www.petakillsanimals.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not know that Ingrid had a seeing eye dog taken away from a blind man, or that they had a dead animal freezer, or that they killed animals that could potentially be adopted out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember watching the PETA special that was on TV last year where Ingrid went out and found a neglected dog and gave it s dog house, food, water, and toys.  That was when I started liking PETA, I said to myself, "Lauren, how could you dislike something that helps darling little dogs that need food?" I ignored all the bad stuff I already knew about PETA, like they don't want me to have Sargent Gizzard the Man Eating Bird and they would rather my fat little Barley lived out in the woods somewhere rather than sleep on my bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PETA has killed over 19,200 animals since 1998. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even use PETA address labels when I send out mail. But now I take it all back.  I'm throwing out those labels and re-hating PETA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate you Ingrid Newkirk for taking away the lives of animals everywhere and continuing your animal loving farce.  Go away Newkirk and never come back! You are a LIAR, SWINDLER and CROOK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447777085973739047-362779510971506863?l=somegirllauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/feeds/362779510971506863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447777085973739047&amp;postID=362779510971506863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/362779510971506863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/362779510971506863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/2008/12/peta-kills-animals.html' title='PETA kills animals???'/><author><name>LFus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978351972023040930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/STWszKnBCnI/AAAAAAAAABU/AeUItVy51qk/S220/100_0183.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447777085973739047.post-1007475589297468444</id><published>2008-12-08T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:37:51.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Free Vacation!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/ST3mmeM10UI/AAAAAAAAABw/vP9pDE6wAOs/s1600-h/Sun_Princess_Cruise_Ship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277627886964429122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/ST3mmeM10UI/AAAAAAAAABw/vP9pDE6wAOs/s320/Sun_Princess_Cruise_Ship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back, I think it was June, I went to a convention (comics and such) with my bestest buddy Marissa. It was my first con and actually my only one too. I wasn't really looking forward to it but was happy to come because she came somewhere with me. I was happily surprised when I found out Jason Mewes was there and I almost took a picture with him but it was way overpriced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when we were leaving there was a raffle for a free vacation. I gave them my phone number, my name, my school address (even though I would be at home for 2 more months) and said I have a visa card, which I do not. I thought nothing of it because I don't usually win anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week later, I got a call telling me that I won the free vacation. I was getting a free flight to Florida, where I would be get on a cruise to Mexico. On the cruise I would have a large suite of some sort with a 24 butler. That whole thing would last 9 days. On top of that I also got two free mini vacations, one to Las Vegas and one back to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was very pleased with this. So pleased that I cried, and I laughed, and I danced, and I jumped with glee. My Mom and Sister huddled around me watching me act crazy. The man on the phone asked who I would take with and I smiled at my mom while I said "I'm taking my Mom!" This made me extra happy because on top of 3 free luxury vacations I was going to give my Mom a vacation too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I started to hear what my family was saying. It sounded something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its a scam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shes so excited, this is terrible"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ask how much its going to cost you Lauren"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally I handed the phone to my mom who told the man that he was a terrible person for doing this to me and then she hung up on him... she hung up on my free vacation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know now that it wasn't really a free vacation, the man did tell me I would have to send $500 dollars before I got my ticket vouchers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was dooped, I was swindled, I was led to believe that I would be having the time of my life sometime within the next 7 months before my vouchers expired. It was so terrible I cried for about an hour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I remembered this story because I read a blog  called &lt;a href="http://www.slightlymordant./"&gt;http://www.slightlymordant.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now when I get spam emails, I feel sorry for those who want to believe that they are getting a free vacation or won a lottery from another country.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447777085973739047-1007475589297468444?l=somegirllauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/feeds/1007475589297468444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447777085973739047&amp;postID=1007475589297468444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/1007475589297468444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/1007475589297468444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/2008/12/free-vacation.html' title='Free Vacation!!'/><author><name>LFus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978351972023040930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/STWszKnBCnI/AAAAAAAAABU/AeUItVy51qk/S220/100_0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/ST3mmeM10UI/AAAAAAAAABw/vP9pDE6wAOs/s72-c/Sun_Princess_Cruise_Ship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447777085973739047.post-6497895448378008307</id><published>2008-12-07T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T09:03:27.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sims 2</title><content type='html'>I like the Sims 2. I used to be addicted but I kicked the habit... or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently put it back on the computer. It owns me.  I play and I play. It really makes me feel like a drone but oh how I love to play. Building houses, making Sims, fulfilling skills, needs, and wants.  It is heaven on earth.&lt;br /&gt;I knew this would happen when I put it back on. It was very obvious.  So I planned ahead. You see, I don't play on those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-made towns. No way, that's for beginners and I've been playing Sims since kid Sims were taken away for not doing homework and there were only 20 wall papers to choose from. So I make my own town.  To deter me from playing too much I named the town after a place I hate. When I drive past it I get mad. I really hate that town in real life so maybe, I thought, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sims&lt;/span&gt; as much as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not playing now is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; supposed to be doing homework...&lt;br /&gt;I hope its not as bad as last time(I was playing for about ten years before I realized it was a problem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's time to do some good old homework, then its Sims all night long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447777085973739047-6497895448378008307?l=somegirllauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6497895448378008307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447777085973739047&amp;postID=6497895448378008307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/6497895448378008307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447777085973739047/posts/default/6497895448378008307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somegirllauren.blogspot.com/2008/12/sims-2.html' title='Sims 2'/><author><name>LFus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06978351972023040930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr0kzMTCuJs/STWszKnBCnI/AAAAAAAAABU/AeUItVy51qk/S220/100_0183.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447777085973739047.post-2351499767374499014</id><published>2008-12-02T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:31:52.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>Inspired by my cousin Christopher and encouraged by my boyfriend Vince, I decided to make a blog. So welcome to &lt;a href="http://www.somegirllauren.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.somegirlLauren.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should say a little something about myself and what I want my blog to be.&lt;br /&gt;I go to college, I'm from Queens, I don't like to describe myself, and I can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opinionated&lt;/span&gt;. And now for my first official blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago somebody broke the soft serve ice cream machine in one of the dining halls.  I can kind of understand why somebody might do that. There has been a small controversy over what kind of ice cream should be available in the machine but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a whole different topic because frozen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yogurt&lt;/span&gt; is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted a frozen treat today and was about to head over to the freezer where they sometimes house tasty treats like strawberry short cake bars or other such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;delectables&lt;/span&gt; when the new director of food... or something like that asked me what I was looking for and I told him. Here is the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Director of food: Are you looking for something&lt;br /&gt;Me: I was just going to see if there was any ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DOF&lt;/span&gt;: No somebody broke the ice cream machine&lt;br /&gt;Me: (thinks what does that have to do with the non-soft ice cream?) Oh yes I saw that. What happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DOF&lt;/span&gt;: Well a kid pulled off the front of the machine.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why, I mean you guys are in college now and this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; happen. This was a $20,000.00 machine we're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I guess they really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hulked&lt;/span&gt; out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;DOF&lt;/span&gt;: Well it was really just wires and plastic&lt;br /&gt;Me:Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;DOF&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hulked&lt;/span&gt; out? You guys taught me a new one&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two problems here&lt;br /&gt;#1 Why is this $20k machine just wires and plastic?&lt;br /&gt;#2 Since when is hulking out a new one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all for this blog. 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