<?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-4222598244788924567</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:32:50.773-06:00</updated><category term='goals'/><category term='exercising'/><category term='jogging'/><category term='evil wedding traditions'/><category term='Weird'/><category term='bigfoot'/><category term='Puniness'/><category term='5k'/><title type='text'>Inside my head</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-7942073771922738273</id><published>2011-06-22T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T22:31:06.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So .... let's see how this goes</title><content type='html'>After being hacked last week I am feeling very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;leery&lt;/span&gt; of posting on here. Nothing like biting the bullet and getting it over with though is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been super busy of late. Working two places, taking a class and just trying to stay sane is what's overwhelming my life right now. Oh and trying to make myself healthier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far everything is going really well. I wish I didn't have to go to Robinson to work, I wish I was working full time at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cvs&lt;/span&gt; and getting paid for it, but my goal for June is almost completed(!) and it hasn't been that extremely hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been a cake walk.... lots of walking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;involved&lt;/span&gt; but..... so, so far for June I've lost 4lbs, and my goal for this month was to see 5 off, so nearly there. I have this last week and we'll see how it all ends up. Gotta say though I'm really excited with just the 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to get my girls from high school to get together, but they are all proving very stubborn. I mean I know they all have busy lives too, but it can't hurt to at least drop me a line and say "hey not going to be able to make it this year, can't wait for next though!" or something is it?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Welp&lt;/span&gt;, that's all I got right now. Just a short one to try out the new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;passworded&lt;/span&gt; blog.... fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;, sorry everyone had to see all of that on here. That was just ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-7942073771922738273?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7942073771922738273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=7942073771922738273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/7942073771922738273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/7942073771922738273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-lets-see-how-this-goes.html' title='So .... let&apos;s see how this goes'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-3212636060738414792</id><published>2011-06-06T06:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T07:02:14.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I just can't beat myself.</title><content type='html'>So I know I need exercise to make this diet thing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just something I personally need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I have yet to do it. I always have intentions of doing it, but I never do. And I always blame my lack of motivation on my sleep patterns. I just don't like to get up, especially to &lt;em&gt;exercise!&lt;/em&gt; And because I never was able to get up early enough to do it, I never have enough time to fit it into my day, never mind that I'm usually off some what early-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, it's far to hot to do it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it has to be my sleep pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just gotta be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night I set my alarm early and was determined that I would&lt;em&gt; not&lt;/em&gt; just hit snooze and sleep through my work out time (although personally I think that was my exact plan... somewhere deep in the lazy recesses of my brain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning 45 minutes before the alarm was even supposed to go off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There went my theory about what causes my laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's apparently not the part of my brain that wants sleep. Because I also dreamed about, well, not about exercising but the equipment I use. So.... my subconscious clearly is on board with the exercise idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means it's &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; that's being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes that excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and as I'm writing this, I still have 15 minutes til that alarm is supposed to be getting me up to exercise. Foiled again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts of last week : I didn't do to badly eats wise, but I didn't knock it out either, and I just keep not logging. Bad bad Kara! I didn't gain but I didn't lose either. Stayed &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; the same. Frustration. But still it wasn't a gain so I should be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to exercise... I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-3212636060738414792?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3212636060738414792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=3212636060738414792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3212636060738414792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3212636060738414792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-i-just-cant-beat-myself.html' title='Sometimes I just can&apos;t beat myself.'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-1339817798375883852</id><published>2011-05-28T12:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T12:22:29.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a wild one</title><content type='html'>So this week has been something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost 2.2 lbs, super excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that my petition (that I didn't actually petition) has approved and I now get money for my summer courses!! Really super excited about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that might be all the good news....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait! Got gas for $3.78!! Guy at the pump next to me was chatting me up, which was weird but hey.... and the very best news of all, although not for other people? It went up the next day. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; good timing! At least for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Friday was jean day! So yeah got to wear jeans to work! (really good thing as I didn't do laundry and was out of khakis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that really is all of the good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had that crazy storm front go through.... I mean seriously how insane was that thing? It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stretched&lt;/span&gt; almost entirely top to bottom across the US. How nutty is that?! We didn't really have any damage. In fact I don't think any damage. Some poor flowers lost their petals but that would have happened anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been crazy, people stocking up on lanterns and oil and ice and just about everything else under the sun because they were with out power. And then they all came back to buy tons of stuff for Memorial Day weekend! Nuts I tell ya nuts! You hardly get a break, and you go home tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was a bit naughty this week on WW because I haven't been logging my food... and I've been dessert crazy. But I have since corrected the matter. That's right, like a good kid I went back and logged everything that I ate! Because well..... I do better when I see those numbers staring me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now today (Saturday) me and the rents are going to go to Charleston, because we just can't stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the long and short of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a good week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-1339817798375883852?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1339817798375883852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=1339817798375883852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1339817798375883852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1339817798375883852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-been-wild-one.html' title='It&apos;s been a wild one'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-9182940091860063360</id><published>2011-05-18T15:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T16:19:31.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel it keenly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I had an interview for a pharmacy tech position in Robinson yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It went well, even though I hated having to do it. Interviewing just always feels so awkward. Having to think up instances of various &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scenarios&lt;/span&gt; is just difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I did it, I went for it. Which meant that I had to "give up" my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;internship&lt;/span&gt;. It's not like I had to call up the place and tell them that I won't be coming, but I was prepared to for go it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And was almost looking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; to it. Tuition will be cheaper without the internship to pay for and there would only be travel in one direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a short shift to work today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Started out okay... if you count that I thought I started at 9 and it was actually 9:30, oh well just means that I get to sit in the back and read until it's time to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was only really bad thing, it was busy most of the time which is always tiring but it was still a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Brandon came over and asked to speak to me. I had an inkling that it wasn't going to be something I really wanted to hear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So he said I did a really good job in the interview, that he thinks I'd do really well in a pharmacy, that if they get another opening that he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; wanted me to come in and work with them. But that they were going with one of the other applicants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sad face here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean I'm pretty sure that I know the girl who got it. And she totally deserves it, also she lives much closer to the store and seems to me that it's kind of a better &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt; for her to be in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can still do my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;internship&lt;/span&gt;. Of course I'll have to pay for it. And I don't know where I'm going to work. And I'll have to do way more driving. But all in all I'm sure it'll be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least that's what I'm trying to tell myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm really disappointed. And it's making me sort of angry, the poor cat is probably sulking because I kept scolding him quite forcefully. It's not his fault he's a cat and wouldn't stop meowing.... but it was annoying me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm disappointed. And it's making me want to eat ten cookies... luckily there aren't any cookies for me to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay... I don't &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; want to eat ten cookies..... but it's making me want to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relieve&lt;/span&gt; my frustration some how. And apparently that means I want to do something destructive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need my mother to come home so we can walk or something. Something where I am exerting frustrated energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's amazing how something that I wasn't even 100% &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;convinced&lt;/span&gt; I wanted to do, is bumming me out when I don't get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's life for you I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good and bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And who knows, I may really love the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;internship&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Olney&lt;/span&gt;, and it may become something &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;permanent&lt;/span&gt;. Anything is possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now the question is do I try and transfer back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Olney&lt;/span&gt; (where it sounds like things are rather rough right now) or do I see about finding a job somewhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Choices choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do things like that ever effect your diet? Because I feel like it really could mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess I'll just have to try and make sure if it does effect me it's in a positive way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-9182940091860063360?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/9182940091860063360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=9182940091860063360' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/9182940091860063360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/9182940091860063360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-feel-it-keenly.html' title='I feel it keenly'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-2332407466251559813</id><published>2011-05-17T10:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T17:41:48.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm counting on you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;to help hold me accountable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am back on the band wagon kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I fall off it a lot, but I feel a genuine motivation to try again. Before it was more of a feeling of &lt;em&gt;having&lt;/em&gt; to do it, and that's never good for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, here we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got the new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Weight Watchers&lt;/span&gt; app on my phone, which I'm totally loving. Really glad it's there because now I can enter points and everything right away. Instead of having to wait until I get home (which I never did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With my potential job I can have walking buddies again! Which is always a great thing. I managed a few times on my own when the weather was so nice but then I lost it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all in all I just have a better mind set. Which is probably the biggest hurdle for me. If I don't want to eat healthy then I won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But... the thing is, I know I'll still be tempted to sneak &lt;em&gt;"bad" &lt;/em&gt;things every now and again. Which wouldn't be horrible if it didn't send me down a very dark bad trail. And I know I'll be tempted to slack off, which means that I could still be losing weight but not as effectively as could be happening. The other thing that I'll need to be held accountable on is keeping up with the program, not getting discouraged when things don't go perfectly. And if/when I meet my &lt;strong&gt;final &lt;/strong&gt;goal to still be aware of my weight. Because I really don't want to yo-yo the rest of my life, or to only yo. (go one direction and one direction only)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So your task, should you choose to accept it (and you should I need help) is to hold me accountable. Check up with me to see if I've been behaving on the plan, if I've been working out, if I'm still motivated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My goals stand as thus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lose 5lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lose 5lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lose 5lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lose 5lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have lost 25lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lose 5lbs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lose 5lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lose 5lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lose 5lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have lost 50lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lose 5lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lose 5lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lose 5lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lose 5lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reach &lt;strong&gt;final&lt;/strong&gt; goal!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's how this thing is gonna go down! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also there is no time limit on this whole thing, typically I would want to be at a certain weight by a certain date and that's a sure fire way to fail, it's just way to much pressure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think every week I'll try to post at least once about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; or not I've followed the program as I'm supposed too. And once I set up an exercise &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;regimen&lt;/span&gt; I'll post about how that went too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know that I've said a lot of these things before, but that's where you come in again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least if you want too.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-2332407466251559813?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2332407466251559813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=2332407466251559813' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2332407466251559813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2332407466251559813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-counting-on-you.html' title='I&apos;m counting on you...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-6455971757676250767</id><published>2011-03-04T21:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T22:01:04.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just being a little vain here</title><content type='html'>I mean it's not like I created the background or header....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can I just say that I am seriously loving both! They are so awesome! In my oh so humble opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is essentially clean, I need some more storage type things... or I need to figure out how to re-organize things so everything fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I really really want to do still.... Paint!!! I really want to get this room painted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I want to wait for some really nice days when I can open the windows up so the fumes don't harm anyone, and I need at least a couple of days off so I can... well... paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until I can finish the make over to my room, which is almost finished, I happily look at my made over blog. It tides me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog post by the way.... has been entirely pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me babbling to relieve the pressure of having flown through my Medical Terminology Midterm. Which I got a 90% on thanks very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lates&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-6455971757676250767?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6455971757676250767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=6455971757676250767' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/6455971757676250767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/6455971757676250767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-being-little-vain-here.html' title='Just being a little vain here'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-6138742713669696319</id><published>2011-03-02T20:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T20:44:26.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As if...</title><content type='html'>being a girl and having to deal with girl.... stuff, ..... ya know... OH FINE! make me say it, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that wasn't bad enough, I've decided to torture my self a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, I'm back on the wagon, that's right following &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weightwatchers&lt;/span&gt; rules and trying to eat right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's not exactly &lt;em&gt;bad, &lt;/em&gt;per say. Just kinda hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's actually really hard is that I am trying to drop caffeine. Wicked hard, especially for me because I do so enjoy caffeine. I love Mt. Dew and Pepsi and Coke and Crush, it's all so tasty. Also I love tea and chocolate, which also has good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; caffeine in it, not as bad as soda but it's still in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not feeling super great, limiting myself on what I can and cannot eat and now.... &lt;em&gt;splitting&lt;/em&gt; headache, all because of the caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be a grown up about this and not complain.... overly.... cause I &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;I've already mentioned it, and I know I most likely will again. But I won't whine and moan.... er... I'll try not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-6138742713669696319?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6138742713669696319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=6138742713669696319' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/6138742713669696319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/6138742713669696319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-if.html' title='As if...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-8374371842268138460</id><published>2011-03-01T17:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T17:36:01.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And to think that I saw it on Mulberry Street!</title><content type='html'>Okay, to be fair, I think that street intersection is actually Jackson, but Seuss has such a way with words, it's hard to top that line.... so ..... yeah anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OM....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OM with a CAPITOL G!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that I have laughed this hard in a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those laughs where you cry, and possibly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;develop&lt;/span&gt; the hiccups just because you are laughing so &lt;em&gt;hard!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.... today I saw it. One of the most..... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;epic&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;things I have ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if you will, a Hillbilly, hick, country bumpkin. The type that has the long &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;snaggle&lt;/span&gt; tooth that he runs his tongue down as he says "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;, your sure is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;purdy&lt;/span&gt;." . The type that wears a mesh belly tank in summer not because it's hot outside, but because it's &lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt;, as in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; attractive, and has a mullet that's getting a little thin in the front so he wears a baseball cap at all times. The type that can nail a fly at 50 paces with the spit from his chew. The one that has the beat up huge gas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guzzling&lt;/span&gt; Ford truck with the odd plastic purple McDonald's Grimace glued on as a hood ornament. Okay... you with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.... imagine this guy, Billy Joe Jim Bob, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammin&lt;/span&gt;, and I mean '&lt;em&gt;shaking his truck he's so into it&lt;/em&gt;' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammin&lt;/span&gt;, to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NSYNC's&lt;/span&gt;: 'It's gonna be me'. And least you think that perhaps it was a random song on the radio, oh no! It was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt;, I heard the next song starting!! And he was still dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;glorious!&lt;/strong&gt; Simply one of the most elegant things I've seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have peed a little I was laughing so hard. And let me tell you it's hard to laugh that hard and try to look like you aren't. I mean, the dude &lt;em&gt;clearly&lt;/em&gt; was enjoying himself, and who am &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;to detract from such a simple pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only, ah if only I could have captured on film. I would be entering it right now to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AOTS's&lt;/span&gt; around the net. It was too die for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note, I can't actually say the guy wears mesh shirts, or has a receding hair line, or says &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;purdy&lt;/span&gt;, or can preform the spit/fly trick, I can only speculate. &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; the rest of the story? All true! Allllll gloriously true!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-8374371842268138460?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8374371842268138460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=8374371842268138460' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8374371842268138460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8374371842268138460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-to-think-that-i-saw-it-on-mulberry.html' title='And to think that I saw it on Mulberry Street!'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-6335322194917164762</id><published>2011-02-24T19:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T19:36:07.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a skill</title><content type='html'>I'm really good at digging in and deep cleaning..... I mean not all the time, but when I'm just fed up with it all and can't stand the state of filth anymore... I'm really good about getting in there, and over the years I've gotten a lot better at actually throwing stuff out in these rare cleaning times, I used to just find a new spot to store it.  So that's also good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; good at, is taking breaks from cleaning. I mean I will be hard at it for a couple of hours and then.... why I'm hot, clearly it's time for an hour break to go sit on the couch and sip nice cold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that break it's always so hard to get &lt;em&gt;back&lt;/em&gt; into the swing of cleaning. Ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am... I'm sure it's no surprise to you at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that we just got back from supper and I helped mom with her homework cause she has a headache, and that the only thing I did was take the bedding down to be washed and sorted laundry to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a skill I have... taking breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy break to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-6335322194917164762?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6335322194917164762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=6335322194917164762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/6335322194917164762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/6335322194917164762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-skill.html' title='It&apos;s a skill'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-1542279463007232341</id><published>2011-02-18T11:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T11:02:42.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready for an overhaul.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-1542279463007232341?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1542279463007232341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=1542279463007232341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1542279463007232341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1542279463007232341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2011/02/getting-ready-for-overhaul.html' title='Getting ready for an overhaul.........'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-1430522979407432127</id><published>2010-11-14T00:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T01:01:19.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning bemoaning and potentially grossness ahead!!</title><content type='html'>It's never more apparent to me just how weak I am, than when I am in extreme pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;glaringly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; obvious just how much of a baby I am in these moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think that I am a calm, cool, collected person. But really in the face of discomfort I turn into another entity entirely. My emotions are running towards a very short fuse, making it dangerous to say things that will make me angry. Also I tend to feel very bad for myself, rather pathetic really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In point of fact, I am lying here writing this, and when I happen to misspell a word or the site isn't running as fast as I want it to, my fingers can't jab the correcting buttons any harder, either the button or my finger would break. And that would just make me more pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't mistake me, it is pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying really hard to not whine and moan about how it's just &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; painful. But I am failing miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a root canal done &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; and I was actually okay. Thursday wasn't so bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is when it all started. And I'm not really even sure when it started. I know at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the day it wasn't that bad. And by break time at work it wasn't that bad. But by the time it was time to go home the pain had begun, a dull throbbing and it just continued from there. In fact I went to bed with it still throbbing. Woke up Saturday morning and it wasn't really bothering me that much, but by lunch time there it was, back in the forefront of all my thoughts and it's only progressed to the point that I am not literally near tears, but if I let my self I could &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; cry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I admit that I am an '&lt;em&gt;oh so faithful&lt;/em&gt;' google-er. I love google. Look stuff up on there &lt;em&gt;all the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;initially&lt;/span&gt; looked up my tooth problem because I was rather worried about how it was progressing, and what I found was that it seemed like I had an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;abscessed&lt;/span&gt; tooth. So I was one part relieved and one part freaked. The relieved because I had a Grandmother pass from cancer of the mouth and I was (ridiculously?) afraid that that was what might be wrong. And I was freaked because that still seemed like a fairly serious thing to be having wrong with your mouth. So I went to the dentist, they agreed that it was just an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;abscess&lt;/span&gt; and that a root canal would have to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fine. And as I've stated the canal wasn't so bad nor the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;initial&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ensuing&lt;/span&gt; days either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this pain has been so bad that I decided to google &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;. (incessant google-er my friends, that's me) What I found is that horribly enough it's actually not that uncommon for there to be pain. It's because of the infection that caused the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;abscess&lt;/span&gt; in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dying bacteria in my mouth causes inflammation and that is what is causing the pain. Google says I should call my dentist and let them know that this is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occurring&lt;/span&gt; and they will hopefully prescribe an antibiotic that will help get rid of the bacteria more quickly and thus the pain will go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to be fair, my parents have been telling me this whole time that I need to call the dentist and let them know what is happening, and I've not been opposed to this line of thinking, other than I hate the phone and I hate complaining (not that you'd know that from reading this blog) and I dislike that so frequently the dentist in question isn't there. Older gentleman I suppose he gets to set whatever hours he likes. And I haven't actually been disagreeing with the oh so knowledgeable parents. I just haven't done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But "knowing" what the problem "most likely" is makes me much more likely to call. Except I can't because now it's Sunday and I can almost guarantee the dentist won't be there today. So instead I will suffer at least one more day of pain and hope that with enough drugs I can at least manage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you might be happy to know that now that I've reached the end of this post, my typing has returned to normal and my anger level has simmered. I think maybe the pain has placed me in a stupor and I am just going to try and sleep it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe soon I'll blog about the fun time Josh and I had at the Last Comic Standing Finalists show we went to. Ya know, if I can stop whining so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lates&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-1430522979407432127?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1430522979407432127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=1430522979407432127' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1430522979407432127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1430522979407432127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/11/warning-bemoaning-and-potentially.html' title='Warning bemoaning and potentially grossness ahead!!'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-1013522696151802599</id><published>2010-10-16T17:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T17:18:16.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oy Vey!</title><content type='html'>I just don't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room.... which I admittedly spend a lot of time, takes approximately two minutes to get dirty. And I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; MEAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dirty. Like snap your neck your because there isn't anywhere to walk dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like things &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappearing&lt;/span&gt; at random because it's so stuffed full of stuff....'n stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily I found the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dvd's&lt;/span&gt; that I was missing.... and a few things that I forgotten I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I had magic and was able to clean in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Welp&lt;/span&gt;..... let's see how far I can get this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and if you happen to hear a really loud crash... you might check that I'm still okay... just ya know to be on the safe side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-1013522696151802599?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1013522696151802599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=1013522696151802599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1013522696151802599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1013522696151802599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/10/oy-vey.html' title='Oy Vey!'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-8733401467021478145</id><published>2010-10-14T12:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T13:46:53.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait so long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't see you there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See I thought that maybe people had forgotten this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Know I kind of did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean..... that's sort of obvious isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last posting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;August?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it wasn't anything ground breaking.... but there you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny how we are here again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do I really have anything new to report?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well???.... uh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah maybe I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's see what I can find in here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom and Josh had birthday's.  We went out. Food was eaten and stuff was given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Transferred&lt;/span&gt; stores. I like it in Robinson. The first week was cake. I mean the literally have about half the customer traffic that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Olney&lt;/span&gt; had. So that was interesting. I've gotten to know some of the people somewhat so I have people to talk to while standing around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was sick for a while there. Allergies. So I actually missed a couple days of work. But I'm good now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brook had a birthday. We ate German food. I had never had actual German food. It was quite tasty if I do say so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to the Covered Bridge Festival. That was pretty cool. I got a really cool old postcard. It's really pretty, Bird and flowers and a .... church(?) in the background. (I like to say that it's Hogwarts in the background though)  The letter on the back seemed nice. Nice lady that Bernice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of Hogwarts....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who else is super excited about the Deathly Hallows Part 1 coming out Nov 19&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;? Just me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Naw&lt;/span&gt;, can't be! I am so stoked! I've just recently finished re-reading all of the books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good news? Ended just the same as last time! Glad things go so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heard in the rumor mill that Rowling was possibly going to be delving into the world of Hogwarts again. Wouldn't that be fun. It wouldn't have to be the same set of people. I just enjoy her writing and world so much that I think all of her books would be fantastic.  Who knows though, that could be totally wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Read Cassandra Clare's 'Clockwork Angel'. Also an excellent read! If you've read her Mortal Instrument series then you know what I'm talking about. I was kind of worried about how much I'd like this one because it's an historical where the other is a modern series. Same "world" I guess you could say. Meaning same mystical world of hunters and demons and angels and what not. Anyway I really liked the book. It had a kind of different feel to it which it most likely needed with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; a different series but still really exciting and entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't know this was going to become a book review type of post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In fact I was going to (hopefully) in come clever (unknown to me) way work the title of the post into a blurb about Trampled by Turtles. Which is a country(?) group that I've been enjoying. 'Wait so long' is the current song &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jour&lt;/span&gt; for me. So fast and just an awesome song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway I'm going to end it here, because I have to go to work.... and I feel like I've just been torturing you all anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yup.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ima&lt;/span&gt; head out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-8733401467021478145?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8733401467021478145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=8733401467021478145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8733401467021478145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8733401467021478145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/10/wait-so-long.html' title='Wait so long'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-9158292455782678779</id><published>2010-08-26T13:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T14:18:18.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update about life so far...</title><content type='html'>So first full week of school is now over for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so far? I haven't hated it! Which is sort of amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim, Sarah and I have been going together (except the days where I work) and that's fun, people to talk to on the way, there is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reliability&lt;/span&gt; issue and it's nice having people I know in the classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classes themselves have been pretty good too. The one that's the most, I guess "trying" would be the word, for me has been the Interpersonal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Communications&lt;/span&gt; class. It's not even that I dislike the teacher, cause honestly she seems pretty cool. It's not so much the course context... more than anything? It's the other students that are causing me grief.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was like we had group therapy. I don't want to be a part of group therapy! I just want to learn what we are supposed to learn and move along. And I am okay with people providing examples of &lt;em&gt;real life&lt;/em&gt; to further prove the points in class... but going on and on about your personal problems is not cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should have been able to get through most of the chapter's notes but instead we had to hear all about issues with parents and money/boyfriend issues.  It was annoying. I was annoyed... and I didn't hide it very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation to Pharmacy Tech was actually a good class. I love the teacher in there. She's also our teacher for Pharmacy Calculations too.  Exact same students in both classes too so that's kind of nice. I mean I can get to know the students and I'll be able to go to them if any issue comes up in class. Whether I've missed one and need the assignments or I don't get something and need assistance. Course I have my girls for that too, but it's nice to have multiple options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pharmacy Tech class might get a little more difficult when we actually have our textbooks. Which we will by this coming &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;, and also we'll have our first quiz then too. On the first 13 brand name drugs and their generic counterparts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of class we have to know the top 200 drugs on the market... and the generic counter parts.... I'm sort of stressed about this. I have the first 13 down.... spelling might be a little sketchy but I know what they are supposed to look like... but 200! That's crazy! But I'll just take the words as they come and do my best.  I can do this!   We'll see what else class will be like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;, the history of pharmacy techs and the current day practices.... we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pharmacy Calculations again was pretty easy. It might get more difficult but so far it's good. Roman &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;numerals&lt;/span&gt;, fractions and decimals. Nothing to earth shattering.  But it's probably going to get more difficult as we go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bonus to these classes/teacher is there is &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; midterm! How sweet is that? There will be a final and it's comprehensive. The teacher is really nice and wants to see everyone succeed so she works with you if you are having issues.  She has a pretty dry sense of humor too, which is cool cause it fits my sense of humor just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to recap? School while not my favorite thing necessarily? Yeah I'm actually kind of enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would rather only go to that and not still have to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's kind of the downer part of this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my job offer, which means my transfer has been finalized. Which will be nice won't have as far to travel every day. Also have new hours which will be sweet because I won't have to worry about finding people to swap hours with anymore like I've been having to lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss most of the people that I work with but all in all I'm glad I'm swapping stores. I am a little nervous about it though. New store and all. But it'll be fine I'm sure.... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it for me lately.... school work and home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next blog I'll discuss people's birthday's and how they were celebrated.... If I remember it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-9158292455782678779?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/9158292455782678779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=9158292455782678779' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/9158292455782678779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/9158292455782678779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/08/update-about-life-so-far.html' title='Update about life so far...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-7521351812066141313</id><published>2010-08-19T15:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T17:15:08.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news all around</title><content type='html'>So let's start with the mediocre and build from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal of a two pound weight loss for this past week? Not achieved, but I did lose 1 pound and that's loads better than nothing/gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car got new brakes put on it, and today it's to get a new compressor, which is supposed to fix the a/c, the defrost, the power steering and possibly a whole host of other issues! So that's ya know pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin told me she had over heard people talking about me. Now normally I could find this very unnerving and possibly insulting. But in this instance it was a good thing. You see my cousin Lisa works at the store that I am trying to get a transfer to. So them talking about me, saying that I was a cashier... and whatever else they were saying, it's hopefully a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me into the another couple of good things. My transfer date has been approved and set, so that's me working in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Olney&lt;/span&gt; store for a little less than a month and then I'll be at the Robinson store. That is &lt;em&gt;apparently&lt;/em&gt; as soon as they give me a job offer. Even my personal person doesn't know where they are hiring me in at.... so that should be a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Robinson.... Had my first day of classes today. First time, in a college setting that I've actually had a teacher keep me the full time on the first day. Usually they just cover the syllabus and away we go. Nope this lady talked and talked then had us all introduce ourselves, speed dating style to each other then she gave us an assignment for some easy points. I'm still not convinced that this class is going to be easy. She said that there well be very little actual homework, but several instances of roll playing. I don't really know which is worse. I suppose it all depends on who I get to interact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knew Sarah was going to be in the class with me, after all we signed up at the same time and purposefully chose the same times, but was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pleasantly&lt;/span&gt; surprised to learn that a girl from school was not only in this class with us, she's doing the same program too and has all of the same classes we have. Times and everything. So that's really sweet! The only difference is that she is taking an online class. So she lives in this area too and that's &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; person to add to the carpooling. Hopefully even &lt;em&gt;less&lt;/em&gt; gas we'll have to spend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim is living with her dad, Sarah is living with her parents and I live with mine. And not that we don't love all of our parents, we think it would be really awesome to find a place that we could all live together in. Especially if it was in Robinson, then we wouldn't have to drive through all that road construction everyday and that would be so much less driving time. But they both have to find jobs, so it may be awhile until something like that happens.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out how much I was approximately approved for, for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FASFA&lt;/span&gt;. Awesome! I think it's to be divided up between semesters but I'll still have money left over to be able to use on things that I need &lt;strong&gt;outside&lt;/strong&gt; of the actual school expenditures. The downer on all of that is. I &lt;em&gt;don't actually have it!&lt;/em&gt; I just want my money people, what ever amount it may be. Called Tuesday and the helpful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;financial&lt;/span&gt; aid lady told me that my appeal had been approved, but that I needed to fill out some paper work proving my state &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;citizenship&lt;/span&gt;. (I don't know that that's what it's actually called but that's what I'm calling it) I told her that I would be in the next day to get books, could I just fill it out then? She said that would be great, and that she wouldn't have them mail me the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just to keep you in the loop. Tuesday called, told them I'd be in Wednesday to fill out forms and get books, Thursday is the first day of classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Wednesday got up early, Sarah came and picked me up and away to Robinson we went. Her a/c is giving her fits, it was hot and road construction was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occurring&lt;/span&gt;. (I just want you to have the full picture here) Se we get there, and I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; it's busy, lots of kids with lots of last minute things, but I had called people, I had called. So I go in tell the lady who I am and what I am there for. First apparently she thought I was too young? I don't know. She asked if I had brought my parents' id or tax returns for proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh..... what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady I'm 25, I have a valid license, and I work. I brought my &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; paper work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I filled out her paper work, easy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;peasy&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lalala&lt;/span&gt;.... Hand it in. I ask about being able to get my books. She tells me that if I come in before my class the next day she'll at least have a voucher for me so I can get said books, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in leu&lt;/span&gt; of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FASFA&lt;/span&gt; check. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt; up I get nice and early, get ready and away I go once Sarah picked me up. Got there &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; 30 minutes early, plenty of time to get this voucher thing and to get my books! Woo-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except... I get in the office and ask the lady about the voucher. First she didn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recognize&lt;/span&gt; me, which I honestly didn't expect her to know my name, but I would have at least realized that I had just talked to a person the day before. But she's probably had a &lt;em&gt;lot, &lt;/em&gt;I mean a lot, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of people go through in the past few days. I don't hold it against her for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she seemed annoyed that I was asking about a voucher. I was thinking to myself, look lady you are the one who told me to check back before class! But I kept my cool and politely waited like she asked. Not long after she decided I should just go to class and come back afterwards to get it so they could look it up. *gritting my teeth* Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class was as I mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class Kim, Sarah and I talked for a bit then we all headed over to the office. Me for voucher... &lt;strong&gt;again &lt;/strong&gt;and Kim to find out the status of her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FASFA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again lady didn't know who I was. Fine I'm not a memorable person. I again ask about this &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt; voucher and again she tells me they don't have it ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look I'm not saying she has to drop everything and get this voucher for me. What I am saying is that I've been told to come and get it &lt;em&gt;twice&lt;/em&gt; now and now&lt;em&gt; twice&lt;/em&gt; it hasn't been made available to me. If you can't get it ready in the time allotted then don't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; that time! Tell me it's fine but come in Monday, what ever. Quit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stringin&lt;/span&gt; me along!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim just wanted to talk to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;financial&lt;/span&gt; aid lady, office lady told her she was busy. Then not even five minutes later we saw the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;financial&lt;/span&gt; aid lady leave the office... and &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; return again. Again... quit stringing us along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told Kim adios and headed back towards Newton. Got our lovely Huck's drinks (I love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;huck's&lt;/span&gt; drinks... you can add different flavorings to your soda!! and they have the good ice!) Hit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;, because I can never get enough of that place! (but I did need stuff so why not) then we grabbed some McDonald's and away we went. (don't judge me... you know you want some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mikyD's&lt;/span&gt; too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... that rather ended sourly.... I mean the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;huck's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McD's&lt;/span&gt; was all good.. but the voucher business wasn't... let's see.... what's good news again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uhh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom had a good day at work today! That's good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and tomorrow Mom, Miss Tiff and I are going out for a celebratory birthday lunch for Mom's birthday! That's good news too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there... back to good news all around!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you should share your good news! I love good news! It's so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*There was a listing for a three bedroom house for rent!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hiy&lt;/span&gt;-0!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-7521351812066141313?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7521351812066141313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=7521351812066141313' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/7521351812066141313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/7521351812066141313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-news-all-around.html' title='Good news all around'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-7450696276824770428</id><published>2010-08-12T10:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:33:30.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trips and Goals</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a while. I guess (although I did stuff) I felt that I didn't have stuff to blog about.  So maybe this will be a twofer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this past weekend, several of my girls from high school got together for a fun filled weekend.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Evansville. We ate lunch then hit the mall and then that evening we got (as it was termed by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaylie&lt;/span&gt;) '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hookered&lt;/span&gt; up' and went out to eat at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;O'Charley's&lt;/span&gt;. We thought about catching a movie or mini golfing or even finding a karaoke bar but we just ended up heading to our hotel and hanging out there, which was fun.  Apparently groups I am with have a tendency to skip out on staying out in the heat when there is a nice cool hotel room available. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heee&lt;/span&gt;!  No midnight &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;' runs, and there was even a Steak n Shake less than a block away which would have been great. Guess we had enough supplies that it wasn't necessary.  Saturday got up bright and early (yes I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; the first person up!!) got ready and then we all headed to HOLIDAY WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is becoming something of an every year thing for us. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so this was actually only the second year in a &lt;em&gt;row,&lt;/em&gt; but a similar group has gone before. I think we are really going to try and make it an every year thing now though. It's just too much fun not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invariably we manage to pick the busiest weekend possible. But it was still fun. First we dropped our stuff off at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Splashin&lt;/span&gt; Safari, last year we carried it and that just wasn't happening this year. And then back to the main park. I think that was actually the smart way to do it. Lines weren't horrendous I think because mainly people were in the water. Sure waits were typically around an hour but really that was much better than last year. And with us all talking and laughing it really didn't seem that long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rides we hit (in order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legend, Gobbler Getaway, Voyager, Gobbler Getaway, Pilgrims Plunge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we went into the water park. I love that pilgrim's plunge leads right into the water park. We changed and went and climbed into the newer wave pool. I love this thing. We spent a good time in there just goofing off and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;splashin&lt;/span&gt; around. Then we got in the newer lazy river, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bahari&lt;/span&gt;. Love love love lazy rivers! So relaxing, and fun to boot. Sarah, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaylie&lt;/span&gt; and I like to go under the waterfalls and all the added stuff. Lindsay and Abbie did not. TOO BAD! We were all in a circle (don't worry there weren't a lot of people in the river we weren't obnoxious) and if one went it was hard to not get them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water park was closing at 7:30 that day so we got out when we started to get chilled (6:30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;?) and changed back to normal duds. Then back to the main park it was. Some of the girls wanted to get fudge/cookies but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Abbs&lt;/span&gt; and I wanted to ride the Liberty Launch... So we DID! I love that ride. (I don't think there wasn't a ride I went on that I didn't love) And the line was very small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Abbs&lt;/span&gt; and I had respect crushes on the young men operating the L. Launch.  First a kid had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;climbed&lt;/span&gt; under all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;turnstiles&lt;/span&gt;(is that what you call the poles that direct the line) and Nick (I read his name tag) made this kid walk back out and then walk back in going through the whole thing! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!  Then Ethan (what I read one but not the other I don't think so!) made all the little kiddies standing on the bars to get down! And the guy up in the booth (sorry booth dude I couldn't see your badge) was being really fun and interacting with the people on the ride. They were doing their job, enforcing the rules and still having a good time with the people riding. That's awesome!! I love when people are like that!  *respect crush just made a reappearance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all Holiday World &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rocked!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Oh! And we got our picture taken with Holli Dog! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SU&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weet&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the return trip we played catch phrases, which was funny... we get very excited, and it's funny to hear what everyone guesses from the clues you give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So having told that story rather quickly I'll try and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;segway&lt;/span&gt; into the other half of the post title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last year I was at my heaviest weight... the one I was at for so long.  While I was able to go on the rides, I do think it was a near thing, I really wouldn't want to be much heavier (and I think there are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frequently&lt;/span&gt; people who are) So this year! This year I was down in weight.... I wasn't as far down as I could have been had I been following the program and exercise &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;regimen&lt;/span&gt; as I had been doing. But still 30lbs is 30lbs! It made a big time difference! Rides were more comfortable/less painful and I didn't feel as hot this year although I think it was as hot if not hotter and I didn't feel as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to be seen in my swimsuit. All really good things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mom and I both are determined to do much better with the program than we have been doing. Suffice to say that I don't think I've really been to the site in a month, and that's just dumb to not go/do something you are paying for! So there is goal one! Do better on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Weightwatchers&lt;/span&gt;! And the bonus of having lost all that weight will be next year I will be even more comfortable and I'll have no problem what so ever fitting in any ride seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next... before the Holiday World trip I registered for classes with my buddy Sarah! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt; that's one goal DOWN! I can take it off the little side goal there!  Now I have to GO and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;EXCEL&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to keep those words (and words like them) in the forefront of my mind. Making me well.... go and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excel&lt;/span&gt;. I so want this job, I so want to be done with school (having actually finished a degree) and I want to kick this courses booty! I mean I want to be leader of the pack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's undoubtedly going to be hard, Medical Terminology alone will probably give me headaches, but I WILL do this!  (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; go team!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly my goal for a clean room just doesn't seem to happen. I try and I try and I try.. but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eeeeeeverybody  wants to put me down. They say I'm going crazy&lt;/span&gt;... wait... sorry *ahem*  Slipped into song mode there for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so far... and then I lose focus.  And I really want to paint this puppy too! I've had the stuff for quite a while now... it's totally time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it.... follow program, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excel&lt;/span&gt; in school, and clean the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blinkty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blankin&lt;/span&gt; room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy blogging fellow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-7450696276824770428?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7450696276824770428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=7450696276824770428' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/7450696276824770428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/7450696276824770428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/08/trips-and-goals.html' title='Trips and Goals'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-5825897215575283913</id><published>2010-07-27T10:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T10:54:51.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the funny!</title><content type='html'>So on the Chicago trip we had that time at the hotel, around the time of the midnight McDonald's run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that time Brook and Jacob shared this glorious beauty!----&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQSNhk5ICTI"&gt;Double Rainbow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny, and there are even remixes of it. That song is pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then today on Cake Wrecks their blog is called &lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Rainbow Connection&lt;/a&gt;. Suffice to say they are making fun of rainbow dude too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I love when a good plan comes together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-5825897215575283913?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5825897215575283913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=5825897215575283913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/5825897215575283913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/5825897215575283913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-funny.html' title='I love the funny!'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-2071880525847076125</id><published>2010-07-25T01:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T01:47:28.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am obsessed</title><content type='html'>I love a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over now this show, but it's still really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar; The Last &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Airbender&lt;/span&gt;. It's just so funny. I think I've watched all three seasons at least three times now. Because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Clears throat all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; like*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;.... Bought some fun Bands! Birds (cause I love me some birds! Totally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with birds too) and Jam Session. I was totally mislead about the Jam Session one. It showed a piano in the group, there was no piano! It had a dude &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammin&lt;/span&gt; on a guitar instead. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Harumph&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they came in awesome colors, ones that match my polka dot colors on my nails, and they were only a dollar each, which with my discount was even less so... YEAH! Bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading City of Bones by Cassandra Clare. I've read it before, borrowed it from Sarah and it's &lt;em&gt;AWESOME&lt;/em&gt; *sung in a overly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exaggerated&lt;/span&gt; manner* Thing is, I think I might have purchased the first one already... which means I now own two. Unless I didn't in which case, hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have/had been doing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weightwatchers&lt;/span&gt;.... sort of.... well let's face it I feel off the bandwagon &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, how often do I say '&lt;em&gt;oh no, I did bad, now I need to get re-motivated...&lt;/em&gt;' blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is... I've just been enjoying eating to much to care. But I told mom tonight that I want to start walking again come Monday. Not because I necessarily want to start walking again (it's hot out and walking takes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;energy&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ewww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) But because I want to be 'skinny'. There I said it. I &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; want to be skinny. I mean not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; skinny, like 115 or anything insane like that. I don't think I can even fathom that number on me. But I do want to be as in shape and trim and tiny as is healthy for me to be. But let's face it.... I am so not that now. So it's gonna be a long long, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;longlonglong&lt;/span&gt; road to get there. I was doing a good job and then..... eh I guess life sort of overwhelmed me, or something. But I &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;do this! Because I am tired of my belly giggling when I laugh. And I'm tired of feeling like I look like I am pregnant. And I'm tired of being so uncomfortable in not only size 18 clothes but also my own skin. And I'm tired of all my stupid stretch marks. (possible over abundance of knowledge there but it comes with getting a glimpse into my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like all I see when I look in a mirror lately is stretch marks, rolls and a very large number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is not a good vision to have of yourself, but I'm just laying everything out there for you tonight. So if you are still reading this... Sorry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the happier side of things, I set a goal for myself to only spend a certain amount of money until my paycheck on the 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, and so far I've done a bang up job! So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I only have to work a 4 and 1/2 hour shift tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;Sweet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... uh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I re-painted my nails! So yeah... no more chipped messiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I think that's all I got tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Did this blog post seem whiny to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I still didn't write the return trip, I guess there really wasn't that much to tell... really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working on the photos, there sure were a lot of them. I went a little camera happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-2071880525847076125?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2071880525847076125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=2071880525847076125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2071880525847076125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2071880525847076125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-obsessed.html' title='I am obsessed'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-1078051244650548824</id><published>2010-07-23T00:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T01:02:20.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Capture Black and White</title><content type='html'>So I've never participated in this before, but I had so many photos from our weekend Chicago trip that I just had to join in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TEkqt9LcWYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/hzfUD8nPHjM/s1600/youcapturefw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496971789187438978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TEkqt9LcWYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/hzfUD8nPHjM/s320/youcapturefw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view from the top of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ferris&lt;/span&gt; wheel on Navy Pier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TEkquSz5KII/AAAAAAAAAPI/TDxHTa_k8H0/s1600/youcapturebear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496971794994243714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TEkquSz5KII/AAAAAAAAAPI/TDxHTa_k8H0/s320/youcapturebear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cause you know, Bear's got to earn a living too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TEkqtmt2NGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/p6eeNdRbFjc/s1600/youcapturekids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496971783157724258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TEkqtmt2NGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/p6eeNdRbFjc/s320/youcapturekids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just want to say that this is a frequent pose for us, the fact that the statue was there was just happen stance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TEkqtYttyOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/DOu-JgViFcY/s1600/youcaptureladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496971779399076066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TEkqtYttyOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/DOu-JgViFcY/s320/youcaptureladies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my beautiful mother, cause we can do serious too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TEkqtOQWppI/AAAAAAAAAOo/s1Oy9ETLj-E/s1600/youcapturelovers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496971776591570578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TEkqtOQWppI/AAAAAAAAAOo/s1Oy9ETLj-E/s320/youcapturelovers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother and his girlfriend, they are so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ishouldbefoldinglaundry.com/category/you-capture"&gt;You Capture&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4222598244788924567-1078051244650548824?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1078051244650548824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=1078051244650548824' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1078051244650548824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1078051244650548824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-capture-black-and-white.html' title='You Capture Black and White'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TEkqt9LcWYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/hzfUD8nPHjM/s72-c/youcapturefw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-1320547269247345559</id><published>2010-07-22T10:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T11:03:06.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>So day two started out rather leisurely, got up sort of when people felt like it. We all got ready and headed out for another fun filled day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went and ate breakfast at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ihop&lt;/span&gt; first, where the food was tasty but they denied Brook her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cinna&lt;/span&gt;-minions which was just mean. Then we went to board the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Metra&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently there are only 'permit required' parking lots there... so we drove around and around and around until finally father went into city hall (?) where they gave him a one day permit thing. So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! But we had literally just missed a train heading to the city so we had to wait an hour for the next one. Luckily they had some lovely flowers to look at, so that killed all of 5 minutes. Books were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;retrieved&lt;/span&gt; from the van and reading &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commenced&lt;/span&gt;. It was a nice day so it's wasn't so bad waiting around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the train came the station was pretty crowded, pops wanted to sit on the upper level of the train if possible, it wasn't. They were full. So we just hurried to find seats and sat. Dude behind me? Yeah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grunty&lt;/span&gt;, wheezy, sniffy guy. Sort of annoying and gross. But other than that nice ride. (Jacob and I had been on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Metra&lt;/span&gt; before... Not sure if Mom rode that our not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came in to Union Station and we had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-decided to catch a water taxi out to Navy Pier. So we totally did! Oh by the way, always a good idea to watch where you are going and not be staring at a map.... cause then you don't notice those three stairs you are about to walk down-- whoops! Didn't fall though, just... took a jump. My bad! Some comic relief for you there folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some (I can only hope) teenagers getting on the taxi ahead of us (same taxi, ahead in line) and they seemed to be having some sort of feud with some other kids ahead of them, behaving in a very immature manner. And it continued the rest of the time they were on the boat. Did your mother not teach you manners? Oh wait that's your mother/guardian with you behaving the exact same way? Question withdrawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun to head down the river and to see all the buildings. I sort of wished we had been able to do a water tour instead, then you get to see a little more and you can actually hear the guy when he talks on his little intercom thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navy Pier was nice, they have a big noodle like is in front of Wrigley so the kids posed in front of that, Jacob tried to eat it. They had this statue of kids playing.... ring-around-the-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rosie&lt;/span&gt;? Anyway we thought it'd be fun to pose with it, or at least mimic it, so we did! Cause we're &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;goobs&lt;/span&gt;! But I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob, Brook and I went up on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ferris&lt;/span&gt; wheel, the rents weren't real keen on the idea. That was sweet, but they were trying to educate us about the city and all of the directions they were giving seemed way off, and how hard can that be to give directions from Navy Pier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went inside to eat at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Capi's&lt;/span&gt;. They have some serious pasta making skills. Very delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We happened to notice that there was a red carpet laid out. That's very curious. And there was a sign about the Stanley Cup, wait... that means....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Blackhawks&lt;/span&gt;, Champions of the Stanley Cup we're going to be at Navy Pier!! Talk about awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; they were supposed to have been there at 3 (? this is the story I heard it's not been confirmed) but it was past that and they still hadn't shown up. We needed to catch our trolley to get to the L station to get to the game. So we quickly looked through the shops there. One store had a top that I &lt;em&gt;LOVED&lt;/em&gt; but the color I wanted only came in smalls, plus it might have been a kids shirt... the other color's extra large seemed small. So I just came away with some sweet post cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trolley was fun, wicked crowded but fun. The driver was funny, he said I'll call out the stops, if you need off just pull the cord, or if you can't reach that '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dingding&lt;/span&gt;' works for me. So we got to hear lots of people yell out '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dingding&lt;/span&gt;'. But Jacob was disappointed, he wanted to pull the cord for our stop but almost everybody got off there and they all yelled, so no cord pulling for him. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopped on the L, red line just so you know. Well actually the first one was so crowded we decided to wait, the next one was better but only slightly. Standing room only here kids, and it's a bit of a bumpy ride. But I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with it. One of the ladies next to me was not, she was very annoyed that the train was so full. (that's right I read her text over her shoulder... but just the one!) Got off at Addison and we were there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrigley! I love that place! It's so fun. So we walked around the whole thing, Brook had never been. And we looked at shirts and I really wanted a couple. I so wanted one with a name on the back, but I'm not allowed. Every time, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;every time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that I've ever gotten anything with my favorite player's name on it, they get traded. EVERY TIME! I got a pin once like a lapel pin? It looked like a jersey and had Michael &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Barrett's&lt;/span&gt; name on the back, figured I'd be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; since I wouldn't actually wear it? Nope I don't think it was even a month later they traded him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shirt names for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did want another shirt, but they were all like 40-50 bucks, and I am cheap, or poor. Depends on how you look at it. I didn't really want to spend that much, but I didn't really have that much to spend anyway. So... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So game was good... though the Umps were bad, calling people out that were safe and what not! And the starting Cubs pitcher did not have a good inning. But there was a home run or two by the Cubs. But ultimately? Yeah they lost. *sigh* I blame Starlin, he had some really horrible plays. And I just don't understand. If someone is having that bad of a day why do you &lt;em&gt;leave him in?!?!&lt;/em&gt; You took the pitcher out when he did bad, and the next one... so why leave in the bad short stop player? Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story, cute family in front of us? The dad reminded me of my Uncle Tim. He seemed to really love the ladies of his family which is just super sweet. (Again I was being nosy) He was texting someone about the game and said 'I have much to teach my daughters. Meg just asked if it's half time' I love that he found that cute. Cause it totally is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually had to leave before the game was over to catch our train back. But I don't think we missed much. At one of our stops we got to see a &lt;strong&gt;GIANT EYEBALL!&lt;/strong&gt; There should be more of those in the world. It was some art they had on display. Got to see the Public Library which had some sweet architectural elements. And then it was back to Union Station. Again had to wait an hour for our train, literally just missed the one before. (it's a knack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train ride back we sat up top. Not sure Pops enjoyed it as much as he thought he would. Ours was the second or third to last stop the train made so we got a nice long ride. Then into the van and back to the hotel. Where we all just pretty much crashed. It was a long day and full of fun but finally time to end it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel back story tomorrow? Not much to tell really but I might post some pictures there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-1320547269247345559?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1320547269247345559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=1320547269247345559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1320547269247345559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1320547269247345559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-7805887799794601183</id><published>2010-07-21T14:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:21:23.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken in a car but the car won't go, that's how you spell chicago</title><content type='html'>I think I learned that 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; or 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade, and I'm still not really sure how it works, but I got to tell you that it does stick in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend was our Chicago trip. So much fun. Saturday mom and I decided that we need to prepare for the occasion by painting our nails. Boys will like you if you paint your nails. *said in a heavy new york accent*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom went with a lovely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pinky&lt;/span&gt; color, more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neutral&lt;/span&gt;. I decided to be bold and brash! I went white with green,blue,orange,purple polka-dots. Fun!! Fingers and toes for me, just toes for mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once that was done, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; me that was a chore for me! We were all ready to go! So Sunday morning bright and early we got up and headed to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Terre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haute&lt;/span&gt; to pick up Brook and Jacob. Who oh so kindly had square donuts for us. Yum is all I can say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit the road for some fun in the Windy City. Sunday was to be a whatever day, Monday was the day we had tickets for. Tickets for a Cubs game. So we decided to go to the Lincoln Park Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking in to look at all the fun animals, Jacob let it be known that if he didn't see some polar bears a koala was gonna get punched! Which just doesn't seem fair for the poor koala, but we were going to make a point to find those polar bears! And wouldn't you just know it the clouds rolled in, the thunder cracked and the rain started pouring down from the sky. Now at least we were prepared and all had umbrellas to use. But still it was coming at us sort of side-ways so we were getting pretty wet. So this Zoo had a sort of "farm" area in it and had a nice house with porch that we ducked under. We just stood under that and waited the storm out, didn't last to awfully long. The lightening was right on top of us but I personally enjoyed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it passed we headed over to the barn to begin our tour. There they had a scale that told you the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;equivalent&lt;/span&gt; of your weight compared to farm animals. Jacob, Brook and I total a sow with a litter of 10 piglets, which just cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we saw some Jacob sheep, a couple bulls and a few cows, some goats and maybe a pig or two. Then we went on to have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we went to see the more exotic animals. I don't know if it was the storm or the heat but a lot of the animals were hiding away so we couldn't see some of them. But we did see a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And happily we eventually saw a polar bear, so all koalas were safe. (although I'm not positive but I think that the zoo didn't actually have any koalas) Saw the cat portion, I love tigers, leopards, and panthers so that was sweet. I also love me some penguins and they were hanging out too! So yeah really enjoyed the zoo. Only animal I was bummed to not see? Elephants. What sort of zoo doesn't have elephants? They totally didn't. Sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we went to eat at Rain Forest Cafe, which isn't really a cafe so why it should be called such is beyond me. But it was really delicious. I liked all the 'animals' they had about. The night sky on the ceiling with shooting stars was pretty sweet too. The only thing that was a bit much for me was the music, it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; loud. And under most situations I probably wouldn't have minded as much but I had a wicked head ache. But I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we seriously thought about going and trying to get bleacher seats for the Cubs game that night but I think we just decided we were to tired. So to the hotel it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about swimsuits for the pool there at the hotel but that would have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;involved&lt;/span&gt; going to purchase some (since no one but father brought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;theirs&lt;/span&gt;) but eventually that was decided against and we just watched the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cubbies&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. Which sort of made us wish we had tired for the bleachers but it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we decided that we needed to make a midnight &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; run (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; maybe 10:30) So in the van we piled one last time for shakes and fries. So good! A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; delicious way to end the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt; for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-7805887799794601183?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7805887799794601183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=7805887799794601183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/7805887799794601183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/7805887799794601183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/07/chicken-in-car-but-car-wont-go-thats.html' title='Chicken in a car but the car won&apos;t go, that&apos;s how you spell chicago'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-4063735669714969097</id><published>2010-07-17T19:01:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T01:33:09.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool, subs and cubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So success was mine!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday after a "fun-filled" day at work. Came home to attempt to go swimming with mom again. We knew that there was to be a private party so they were closing at 5:45, but that left us with two whole hours to soak up the sun. So we went, we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conquered&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We owned that pool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so we just basked in it's cool wetness. But it was lovely, and while mom saw a few of her students from last year they weren't &lt;em&gt;to&lt;/em&gt; horrible. One of them is just a teeny bit bossy, but all in all not so bad. (on a funny note, we got there and barely had our toes in the water when they blew the whistle signaling a 10 minute break) (also I take evil delight in the fact that it poured rain that night, so the party probably got cut really short!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday... Got up and headed to work, first hour seemed to &lt;em&gt;d-r-a-g&lt;/em&gt; by. I mean it was so long, and I was actually busy where as the day before I had &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; to do. Weird. So eventually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Talina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I work with got there, and that's about when the time seemed to pick up. Maybe because Anna and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Talina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; both spent some time up at the service desk talking to me, helped pass the time. So anyway Anna had first lunch and she mentioned going to Subway and well, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Talina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I thought that sounded great. So when it was time for my lunch I decided, 'Hey that sounds like the thing for me.' So I quickly walked to the back, clocked out and headed out to Subway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got there it was pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoppin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' but I thought it'd be okay. Nothing to horrible, just a little down time. So I get my order in and the guys ahead of me were just chatting away with the ladies working there and that was a little annoying. But finally got down to the register and the nice woman there asked if I'd like a meal deal with my sandwich. I told her yes and proceeded to open my purse to get out my card to pay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TEKfqrgGcKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eod0_Bn5Mik/s1600/purse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495130050926112930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TEKfqrgGcKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eod0_Bn5Mik/s320/purse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is exactly what the inside of my purse looked like when I opened it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crucial&lt;/span&gt; piece missing. And what was funny was that I kept moving those few things &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; my purse back and forth as if they were some how hiding that elusive wallet. So I was a teeny bit panicked, they don't take checks so....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nice lady told me I could come back and I said I would and hit the bricks. I went out to my car and was debating getting in and driving all the way back to my store to 'purchase-something-with-a-check-and-write-it-for-over-so-I-have-cash', when I glanced up and saw shining brightly in the sun &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. *angels sing heavenly tunes at this point* I think "I'm saved!" and proceed to cross the street and head inside to buy something, anything so I can get cash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grabbed a pack of gum and waited in line, of course there's a line when you're in a hurry, and while in said line I hear 'What are &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; doing in here?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked up and Lindsay had entered the store! Well hi Lindsay how are you? I'm just here 'cause I'm an &lt;em&gt;idiot&lt;/em&gt; and forgot my wallet. Hoping to get some cash. You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had seen me cross the street while her and her hubby were driving through town and decided to stop and talk to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it was finally my turn to make my purchase, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;luckily&lt;/span&gt; I asked the cashier before she rang anything up. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; doesn't allow checks to be written over the amount of your total! O.O! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsay told me to follow her and she had me hop in their car and she loaned me $15. They drove me back over to Subway. I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; glad she decided to stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I go in to pay for my sandwich and 'skip' the line, seems silly to go through the line just to pay at the end. I wait while a guy attempts to pay for his sandwich with his debt card... which isn't reading. He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;asks&lt;/span&gt; if they take checks, the cashier (same one) said sorry no and smiled at me. I told him not to go over to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; either because they couldn't help him. ( I think he thought I was nuts) Luckily one of the other Subway employees got his card to go through by typing in the numbers. He paid for his food, I paid for mine and then all was right with the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... maybe not with the whole world, but with my little portion of it? Yup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Lindsay was my hero for the rest of the day... maybe even for the rest of the month! Yup I owe that girl big time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral of the story, it's good to stop and surprise someone, you just never know how you might save their day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and am headed to Chicago tomorrow with the 'rents and Jacob and Brook. Super excited. Not sure what all we are doing. Hopefully Navy Pier, maybe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brookfield&lt;/span&gt; Zoo and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a Cubs game! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cubbies&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-4063735669714969097?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4063735669714969097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=4063735669714969097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/4063735669714969097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/4063735669714969097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/07/pool-subs-and-cubs.html' title='Pool, subs and cubs'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TEKfqrgGcKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eod0_Bn5Mik/s72-c/purse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-4382228511986894924</id><published>2010-07-14T17:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T18:02:32.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool</title><content type='html'>First I give a quick update about diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been walking for like three weeks. And it's not even bothering me anymore. Although I do think it would help me lose faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been eating &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; right, I mean I've been staying within my points. But I haven't been doing that great of a job of getting my veggies in, and struggling a little with my water on days that I don't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note I must tell you, that for all of that misbehaving I still lost a pound this week. Which is great!! But I bet, if I was doing things like I was supposed to be doing then I would be losing even more... well a little more each week. Need to exercise and eat better!! Okay, now that I've told you all about that..... on with the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No pool for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, and mother agrees, that it's a sign. I don't believe it's from God though. Just saying someone is trying to tell me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week tried to go with Mom, Jacob and Brook. The rain decided that no, you don't need to go. So this week thought I'd try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go Monday, but didn't. We went and saw Despicable Me. It was really good. The littlest girl was so super adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday could have gone but I went with Sarah to Mattoon and then back to her parents where we just hung out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, &lt;strong&gt;today &lt;/strong&gt;was to be &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; day! Was going to go earlier, but mom thought we should wait til evening when it would be cooler and possible kiddies would be gone, also she wanted to get some cards made and mailed. So fine, we waited. Finally 5 o'clock rolls around and we are headed to the pool! Yay!! We walk up there, see all the people swimming, having a rousing good time! Get to the door and hear the employees telling a group ahead of us, 'Sorry the pool is closed for a private party.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?!?!??!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?? But.... and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to swim. Why won't the pool let me?! Are you sure I'm not part of that party?! Cause I'm pretty sure I can be. If only you'll let me swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool you are so mean to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*mumbles to self in an annoyed manner*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-4382228511986894924?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4382228511986894924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=4382228511986894924' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/4382228511986894924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/4382228511986894924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/07/pool.html' title='Pool'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-4047198477972081750</id><published>2010-07-07T11:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T01:01:58.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>So I haven't blogged in a while... sorry bout that... here come the excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One I was working, always takes a lot out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two I was sick, definitely took a lot out of me, and really who wants to hear all about how sick I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three I had gained weight and wasn't exercising... (i was sick people) so didn't want to blog about how poorly I was doing in that regard either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four I haven't &lt;em&gt;done&lt;/em&gt; anything. It's hard to blog when there isn't anything to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok the last is a bit of a lie, I have done some stuff. Here is a quick run down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Exercised some, Ate better (but not great), Got a facial, Got a verbal, Went to a open house, Bought some stuff, Bought some more stuff, Read a book (or two), Didn't exercise, Went to work, Watched some movies... and winding down to today... Got my hair cut and weighed in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So like I said weighed in... Yesterday was the actual weigh in day that I have assigned my self but when I weighed it wasn't what I wanted to see... it was the exact same as last week which was down from the 2lbs+ but still wasn't all the way back down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well... weighed in today and I don't know if it was just finally showing what I was feeling, or if it was the hair cut or both... but I'm now officially back down to my lowest weight. (meaning the lowest I had reached losing not the lowest I've ever weighed) YAY!!! I am so happy about that. Now I just need to keep going downwardly and get this stinkin weight off!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I suppose I should be happy with all the progress I've made so far which I am. But I think I need to keep in mind just how long it's taken me to get as heavy as I was. It's not like this just suddenly hit me. It's been building for a while now, so it's not going to leave in just one day. I've made great progress and will continue to do so. (but shoot i was hoping to get closer to one-derland for my holiday world trip) Anyway.... on with other things that I have done...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tortured mom today. Took her shopping in Tuscola, not that that was super torture... no that came later. We went to Old navy... I really wanted this white/orange skirt that they have. I just thought it was super cute.... but I didn't get it... mainly because I wasn't necessarily sold on the whole look. Found a cute tee to go with it but I just wasn't in my size!! They had XXL or L not XL which would have been perfect!! *sigh* I guess that was just a sign to not get it.... or something. Did find a couple of t-shirts though. Cute and comfy and cool. (lots of c's)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom got some cute clothes too... then we went back to Mattoon... where I did torture Mom by making her try on 1000 swimsuits..... or maybe not that many... but I did make her try them on... and she wasn't super excited to do so... not that I really blame her but... meh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So hopefully tomorrow we'll go for our walk, shower head to wally for suit buisness and some lunch and then *blaring of trumpets here* DUUU DUUU DUUUUUUUUUU DUUUUUUUUUUUUH!!!!! Go to the pool!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Want to come? It'll most likely be 3ish? You are more than welcome!! It's going to be great fun!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aight... that's all I'm gonna talk about today.... I can't think coherently anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-4047198477972081750?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4047198477972081750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=4047198477972081750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/4047198477972081750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/4047198477972081750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/07/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-7499105851661801602</id><published>2010-06-25T00:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T00:22:19.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaaaaaaah-PHEWY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't like feeling like an idiot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never want to be conned again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a boob!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; here's the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight at work this dude comes up to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I was wanting to get a $50 and a $10 for these $20s."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me-"Okay, no problem." (press button to have my drawer opened)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I then take dudes cash and grab the change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dude starts to leave "Oh!" he says surprised,turning back around. "You gave me a $10 and a $5."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and this is where I am suckered!!-"Weird, sorry bout that. I don't know how that happened. Someone must have messed up some bills on the drawer."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No problem. Just need that 50, it's my daughter's birthday."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I am such a boob!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drawer is opened second time I take the five and give him a $50. Dude wins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As soon as he leaves, I'm like, that was totally wrong. I was just conned. I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; I grabbed a bill from the farther slot, which is what holds the $50s/$100s. I &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I ask for the drawer to be opened a third time, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;csm&lt;/span&gt; is thinking I am crazy. She's called over to Jewelry so the cashier that was with her on pulls comes up to service desk. I proceed to tell her what just happened.  As I'm finishing up the story to her the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;csm&lt;/span&gt; comes over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What was that?" she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;asks&lt;/span&gt;. I tell her the whole story. She gets this look on her face, like 'oh crap'  "What was he wearing?" she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;asks&lt;/span&gt; urgently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I dunno." (I'd make a horrible witness)  Jen (cashier) saw the guy and was able to describe him. Betty (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;csm&lt;/span&gt;) tells me to hang on and heads back to jewelry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you are imaginative, you can figure out where I am going with this story. But I'll tell it all anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Betty comes back to service desk with Larissa and Lisa (jewelry ladies) and tells me it just happened to them too, for different amounts but same dude!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well.... at least I'm not the only boob!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess in my meager defense, I am just not a devious person. I don't think of these things, cons and what not. Who thinks up all the ways to steal from stores?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's not really an excuse though. I've been a cashier for many years now and I should know better than to do something like that. But it was just so quick that I didn't even think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;phewy&lt;/span&gt;!   I'm an idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least tonight I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bummer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let this be a lesson for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would never want you to go through this, learn from my mistakes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone needs to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-7499105851661801602?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7499105851661801602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=7499105851661801602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/7499105851661801602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/7499105851661801602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/06/aaaaaaaaaah-phewy.html' title='Aaaaaaaaaah-PHEWY!!!'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-4231222551566367517</id><published>2010-06-23T12:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T12:20:33.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamped!!</title><content type='html'>Revamped, readjusted, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;remotivated&lt;/span&gt; (again), &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;reinspired&lt;/span&gt;, refocused, rededicated, revised, renewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to say a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may notice a new background (you may not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad week.... 2lb gain. (bad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;badbad&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had been behaving properly, and following my plan like a good little girl I most likely wouldn't have had that. Because honestly I brought this on myself! I ate like there was no tomorrow. Some healthy some not, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; no portion control!! It's like I've learned nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again I find the inner strength needed to lift my self from the funk I was in and get my self &lt;em&gt;back on track!&lt;/em&gt; Cause I really do want to be achieving not failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found a new pretty background to go with my new view, goals, tasks, drive, focus, determination. (because I have a weird thing for word lists today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanks and peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-4231222551566367517?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4231222551566367517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=4231222551566367517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/4231222551566367517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/4231222551566367517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/06/revamped.html' title='Revamped!!'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-8620903940985742795</id><published>2010-06-21T09:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:05:02.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI3NzEyODk5MDcwMyZwdD*xMjc3MTI5MDg3NDA4JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*xZmVkY2NmNzg1ZGQ*/ZTQ5OTJhY2UxMTUzMjUwM2Y2MiZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w186.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http%3A%2F%2Fw186.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fx182%2Fkeara_saint%2Fblogfood%2F8c219493.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s186.photobucket.com/albums/x182/keara_saint/blogfood/?action=view&amp;current=8c219493.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-8620903940985742795?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8620903940985742795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=8620903940985742795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8620903940985742795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8620903940985742795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-8565456259329714177</id><published>2010-06-20T23:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T00:13:42.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want...</title><content type='html'>My friends and I had a cookout this weekend. It was soo good. And not only that but it was fun to display it in lovely platters and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to run a business wiith the girls. I would love to run a resturant with them, but who has the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is something that could sort of be done on a little less funding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in one stop shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography/styling/catering.  Call on us when it comes to your wedding, family function... thing. Wouldn't that be awesome!?  And if eventually we built up enough of a name for our selves and enough money, we could then go on into a resturant type of situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, if we were able to build up enough cash/demand then we could purchase a place like the golf course, somewhere that has a nice outside area and a nice dining area where people could have their reception/photos and well.... it would also work as just a resturant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't that be awesome?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, not saying that anyone wants to do any of this... but if we could get my brother talked into it make it photography/styling/catering/dj !! See it really is becoming a one stop shop thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the venue for the people to use, the food, the pictures, the fashion and the music!! What more does a person need? (ok a dress the preacher/judge and decoration but who's counting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would all be so awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok someone help us out on this!! I just know we can do it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if someone had baking/decorating skills we could do the cake too!!! And I mean how much easier could we make it for the wedding party?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice dream.... maybe someday something will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-8565456259329714177?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8565456259329714177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=8565456259329714177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8565456259329714177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8565456259329714177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-want.html' title='I want...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-8361092587934155619</id><published>2010-06-12T11:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T11:38:05.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot</title><content type='html'>It's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to continue to be hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newton opened their new pool today. Free swim day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no swimsuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no one who wants to go with me. (they want to swim just not with other people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work at 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whimper*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-8361092587934155619?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8361092587934155619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=8361092587934155619' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8361092587934155619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8361092587934155619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/06/hot.html' title='Hot'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-2760705551533460707</id><published>2010-06-09T00:16:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T01:05:39.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe I am doing this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fair warning: this most likely shouldn't be looked at with googlereader... there are pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: Please don't mind the faces I am making in these pics either, I don't even know what I am thinking in a couple of these, but I can assure you I wasn't as miserable as I may look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After much debate (again) I have finally decided that YES I am going to post those photos... which I said I would but then I chickend out... but I've found my bravery again.. soo here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TA8rtSJfSYI/AAAAAAAAANk/BE-BKY3AVsw/s1600/0603001446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480647328498928002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TA8rtSJfSYI/AAAAAAAAANk/BE-BKY3AVsw/s320/0603001446.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was my personal favorite. I don't know what it was exactly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the support that helped hide flaws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fun color and print.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just the way I felt I looked in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TA8poApAJBI/AAAAAAAAANE/PIXI7xZCFy8/s1600/kohls1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TA8ruGpSEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/R9g6jFHng7U/s1600/0603001459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480647342590923378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TA8ruGpSEnI/AAAAAAAAANs/R9g6jFHng7U/s320/0603001459.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this was my second pick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the cut of it, and the color was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all in all I just don't think it was quite right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TA8sZEjowZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Zq1o9Sd7xZ4/s1600/dressbarn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480648080764748178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TA8sZEjowZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Zq1o9Sd7xZ4/s320/dressbarn3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my third choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved the print but I just didn't think it was very flattering.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get over how the material, well not really hugged, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;emphasized my largest section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TA8qh5RJMXI/AAAAAAAAANc/O_j_x5uMkaE/s1600/0603001451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 139px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480646033329959282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TA8qh5RJMXI/AAAAAAAAANc/O_j_x5uMkaE/s320/0603001451.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was mom's favorite, and it wouldn't have been so bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if it had been in my actual size, but still. Just not quite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TA8potfWQAI/AAAAAAAAANM/sugAaZjWXrQ/s1600/kohls2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480645050915766274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TA8potfWQAI/AAAAAAAAANM/sugAaZjWXrQ/s320/kohls2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TA8uHHuqPLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dpWfZSgEYyA/s1600/kohls1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480649971401899186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TA8uHHuqPLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dpWfZSgEYyA/s320/kohls1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the dresses I purchased at Kohl's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still not sure I'm going to keep both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So those are the dresses... and again don't mind the faces... nobody can follow all the things that run through my head.... so it's a mystery as to what I might have been thinking at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4222598244788924567-2760705551533460707?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2760705551533460707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=2760705551533460707' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2760705551533460707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2760705551533460707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cant-believe-i-am-doing-this.html' title='I can&apos;t believe I am doing this...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/TA8rtSJfSYI/AAAAAAAAANk/BE-BKY3AVsw/s72-c/0603001446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-6873401401351156686</id><published>2010-06-08T21:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:58:34.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a whirlwind</title><content type='html'>So... let's see... what have I been up too??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; last day I posted was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;... walked with the girls, walked with the mother and then worked that evening. (It's hard for me to remember too many specifics after the fact so bear with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday .... we'll come back to that (I actually remember &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday walked with the mother and worked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday worked (momma wanted to walk but I was too lazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday had lunch with the family and worked (I remember that much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday walked with Lindsay, then walked with mom. Then we hurried and got ready to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Olney&lt;/span&gt; cause she wanted to get some groceries... and then.... we took too long at lunch and couldn't go shopping cause I had to get home to change and head &lt;em&gt;back&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Olney&lt;/span&gt; to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are it's Tuesday.... but before I talk about today I'm going to go back to Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you thought I forgot but I didn't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was off Thursday and have been wanting to get an outfit for my friend's wedding which is quickly approaching. So mom and I decided to head to Evansville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked with mom and then we cleaned ourselves up and headed out. Wouldn't you just know it we had to find an alternate route to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eville&lt;/span&gt; because of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sthinkin&lt;/span&gt; (yes that is spelled correctly pronounce it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sta&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hinkin&lt;/span&gt;) because of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sthinkin&lt;/span&gt; marathon load that was being brought through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a blast. I mean it wasn't anything too extreme but when you don't know a route it's kind of, oh I don't know... nerve racking to take it. But the father assured me that it would be fairly simple. Only two wrong exits (one more troublesome than the other) All in all not that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;traumatic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eville&lt;/span&gt; and immediately head to the eating place. We were hungry chicks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;O' charley's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nuf&lt;/span&gt; said right there. It's so good! I love their half club/soup lunch combo. Which is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; what I had. I had the half club/ salad combo, trying to lose weight here people. Have to behave as much as possible. I also had their freshly made strawberry lemonade. YUM!!! Never had strawberry lemonade before, it was quite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;delish&lt;/span&gt; if I do say so, and I do so there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in our quest to find the places we wanted to go to... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hobbylobby&lt;/span&gt;, Cato, Joann's, Old Navy, possible bookstore... we spotted the golden ticket! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dressbarn&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was our next destination. Before I go on... let me insert the odd thing that happened when we were in the parking lot. We get out of the car and this random lady stops us to ask if we know the quickest? easiest? way to get to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chicago&lt;/span&gt; from there. Uh...... what? She said wasn't following us but had seen that our license plates were from Illinois &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; we had a Cubs sticker on the car. Uh...... what? Lady I can barely make it from point a to point b with out a map.. you think I can give you short cuts and hints on a trip I've never made? Weird!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get there and they have a &lt;strong&gt;bunch&lt;/strong&gt; of cute dresses, hey it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dressbarn&lt;/span&gt; of course they had cute dresses. But I was really stoked by the quantity of cute ones! Super pumped you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course I have to try on 50 dresses after looking for 2 hours... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; that is a slight stretching of the truth. More like 15 dresses after 1 hour. (something like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side notes (have you noticed I make a lot of these) 1. had a lady (different from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chicago&lt;/span&gt; bound one) in the store asking our opinion on outfits... What it's speak to random strangers day in Indiana and no one told us?? What in the world. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; didn't really mind but it was just so... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt;.... unexpected. 2. I have been losing weight (if you read my blog at all you know this already) so I was excited to see what "new" size I could wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all those dresses and all that time later I find out I can easily wear 16 dresses (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; 18 or 14(so funny mom) thrown in there. Also I reaffirmed that I have no decision making skills. Left that store empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hobbylobby&lt;/span&gt; (where I got paper and adhesive and stamps) and Cato (where I got a purse), Joann's (where I got lots more paper and a few odds and ends) and the mall (where I got nothing but mom got some stuff) and while there we decided it was time for supper. So we ate at T.G.I. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;friday's&lt;/span&gt;. Good food, and waiter had a &lt;em&gt;wicked&lt;/em&gt; cute smile, really nice dimple. Then because mom felt bad and I was still determined to get a dress we headed &lt;strong&gt;back&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dressbarn&lt;/span&gt;, where they recognized us (still makes me giggle) made mom try some stuff on, which she looked really cute in but she didn't totally dig. And I re-tried on stuff and a couple of new things. I was still in love with the dress I liked and mom still liked the one she liked (does that sound redundant to anyone else?) And we just couldn't convince myself to get any of the dresses. We also looked at Fashion Bug ( where they had shockingly few dresses and &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt; a random person talks to us, tells me she likes my shirt which was nice but odd) and Kohl's where I tried some on but they just weren't me. Oh and we stopped at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; (because I can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; get enough of &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; place) and got some piddly stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was about it. Got some gas for the car and headed back to Newton. Fun day, tiring but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... back to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another day off day. So what do I do? Plan to go shopping with mom. The girls and I were going to walk, then Lindsay had issues with work (she's very unhappy with them right now) and I couldn't rouse Sarah so that one was nixed. Walked with the momma and then we cleaned ourselves up to shop (this seems to be a pattern we've developed) We ate lunch at Cracker Barrel. Again good food... Have I ever mentioned I love good food? Cause I really really do. Then we went to Kohl's. The friend who's wedding I've been trying to buy a dress for obviously wouldn't be complete without a gift from me. So we went in because she was registered there. They were having a buy one get one free sale... Made me want to buy half the store... I don't know why that is, I guess it just sounds too good to pass up. So we got something similar to what she had on her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;registery&lt;/span&gt; because they didn't have the actual item and got the free thing for ourselves! And then because I can never pass up clothes (I'm not sure when this trend started) I had to try on clothes. Wouldn't you just know it, they had cute dresses! So what do I do? Try them on. And they were cute... and I was again surprised at the size I was able to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ... because I am just made of money and I still can't make decisions I bought both the dresses I tried on and the cute shorts that fit and the stuff for the wedding and the free stuff for our house!! Again because I am made of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that headed to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; (see I told you I can't get enough of that place) to get some groceries that mom had been wanting to get for almost a whole week. And well I had to spend some more money there, but at least it was mainly on food stuffs. That's better right? *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aaannnnnyway&lt;/span&gt;...... we got home and mom made supper and then after that she asked if I wanted to walk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blink blink* say WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why that was so surprising to me. But after much (internal) debate I finally decided, Yes! I do want to go. And I want to do my jogging! So that's what we did. And I was congratulated by Lance Armstrong for the SECOND time!! Yeah!! Isn't that just &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me giggle! Thank you Nike+!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... that's been my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next post? Right after this?? I'm gonna post all the dresses that were tried on (well not all.. just the ones with photos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. if there are still anytypos don't mind them... I didn't feel like going back and re-reading this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-6873401401351156686?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6873401401351156686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=6873401401351156686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/6873401401351156686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/6873401401351156686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-whirlwind.html' title='What a whirlwind'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-5454843545301135846</id><published>2010-06-02T09:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:24:57.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance....</title><content type='html'>One would think that with everyone a little closer together again it would be easier to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;coordinate&lt;/span&gt; things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think that wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's not horrible, and if we get a set schedule set up then it'll get much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so buddy Sarah is back in town and she informed me and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Linz&lt;/span&gt; that she would like to join us for our morning constitutional. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!! Before you know it we'll have a whole gaggle of gals walking with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it goes like this. I live in the middle, almost perfect center. Lindsay lives to the south and Sarah lives to the North. Lindsay works in the west and to get to her home had to come to the middle.... so that worked well. We'd just meet up and then go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;farther&lt;/span&gt; east and walk in Sam Parr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.... how do we get Sarah here with out her having to drive 20 extra miles out of the way??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know. (Notice I'm the one not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;driving&lt;/span&gt;?!?! I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ebil&lt;/span&gt; like that!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to further complicate matters Lindsay had a doctor's appointment today at 8. Which is usually when she would get to my house. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; no big the walk will be pushed back a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I like to walk with the mother as well. So I initially thought, 'Okay mom and I can walk at the normal Lindsay time and then the girls will walk at the normal momma time.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I fell back asleep OOPS! In the midst of doing laundry so I would have nice clean exercise and work clothes I fell asleep. So then things just kept getting pushed back!! Good grief!(as charlie brown would say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the walk is about to happen. The girls are on their way and then when that is done momma and I will walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also yesterday I went with the mother to get one of her books for online class this summer and that took up more time than we thought so we didn't get a walk in yesterday morning. So when I was at work I was kind of thinking that I would go for a jog afterwards. Checked with the momma she was down. Well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got out to the track at the high school, it's still roped off cause they are still working on it I guess. And there just wasn't a ton of light in the parking lot, plus it was 11pm and it just felt kind of weird so we opted to not walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna have to fit an extra walk in somewheres because I want to complete my goal on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nikeplus&lt;/span&gt;!!! I just gotta do it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;A'ight&lt;/span&gt; so girls are on their way and I needs to finish getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-5454843545301135846?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5454843545301135846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=5454843545301135846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/5454843545301135846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/5454843545301135846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/06/distance.html' title='Distance....'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-84871041307598402</id><published>2010-05-23T12:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T13:17:37.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The tiniest thing can make all the difference...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; it be good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week my knees were killing me as I said before. So Friday after picking Lindsay up we stopped at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cvs&lt;/span&gt; in town and I got me a knee brace. Put that sucker on when we got to my house and went for our walk/jog. O M G! I was so amazed what a difference that bit of elastic did for me. During the jog my knee knew no pain! Course by the time of the second jog the knee that was without was killing me so I didn't jog then.... darn it. So need to get another knee brace so I can jog finally!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... still haven't really logged stuff, I am such a bad kid! But I've been keeping far better track.&lt;br /&gt;And that's where I've discovered that not logging can have such a bad effect on my weight goals. I'm not saying I haven't been losing, but I think it could have been so much better.  I realized that when I don't log I don't necessarily eat all of my points (bad), I don't eat all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;variety&lt;/span&gt; of foods I need like veggies and fruits (bad) and I don't get as much water in as I need to (really bad)   Also I haven't been taking vitamins and I don't get my oils in. Bad bad bad! All of these little things amount to big things and little to no weight loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached my 10% and it's almost like I've lost my drive to do well. Still exercising, still eating healthy but not working as hard at it as before. I've got to get my mind back on track!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've been kind of down and out lately, I don't think work is helping. It's not the entire culprit but it's not helping. Either I need to change work routine or actual jobs. This is easier said than done. I almost think I need to speak to my or at least A manager personally about the time I'm having. Because I don't want to just quit. I like the people I work with, I just need to shake things up maybe. I really think I was much happier when I was just a cashier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that new leaf is still turning.... because I haven't quite got there yet.&lt;br /&gt;But I will get there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently re-watched '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cloudy&lt;/span&gt; with a Chance of Meatballs' which made me think of how he always said what he was doing... maybe I need to do that mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dialing! Hanging up!   (just so funny in the movie when he does that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mine should be something like.... 'Re-motivating!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-84871041307598402?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/84871041307598402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=84871041307598402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/84871041307598402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/84871041307598402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/tiniest-thing-can-make-all-difference.html' title='The tiniest thing can make all the difference...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-7737721155457175989</id><published>2010-05-19T23:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:34:11.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bad bad kid...</title><content type='html'>well... not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't walked with Lindsay since Saturday because of rain, my work and her work and doctor's appointments. Walked Monday with mom in the rain, didn't walk with her Tuesday because of moving and walked with her today. So just a little naughty there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't logged the food in a day or two.... very naughty in that regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was planning on cleaning on my days off, I'm sure you can imagine how that went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have a knack for talking my self out of things like that. I keep saying, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; at 10am you'll go get hampers and start your laundry.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; at 11am you'll go get hampers and start your laundry... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; at noon you'll eat lunch and then go get hampers and start laundry... and on and on it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, it's a skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been bad in that way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad bad bad Kara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I admit my faults.... accept them for what they are... and now I choose to work on them and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampers were gotten and laundry was collected and is currently in the wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I hear the machine beeping at me as I write this. So I'll have to go downstairs and finish that in just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking/jogging with the Lindsay-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kinz&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow morning FINALLY! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; have to miss the walk with the momma cause she's going to a meeting for work and I have to work in the evening so we'll miss each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL keep track of my food because tomorrow is another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the room will get some more cleaning done to it! I swear it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really would love to be able to paint it next week when I have two days off together. Most likely won't happen but it would be awesome. Not really sure when that's going to happen. There are a couple of other things I want to have done around the time I paint and I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; don't know when that's going to get done so we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must get self in better gear!!! I've been doing pretty well with blogging and the weight loss and the exercising. Now if I could just stay 100% consistent with everything that would be about just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kind of shopping online (more browsing than anything) went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nikeplus&lt;/span&gt; to look for a sensor holder for my new sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I had purchased new running shoes, I had a pair that were in the style that I wanted but were old and somewhat painful (worn down, caused blisters, not nice) so I really wanted new shoes. I really really wanted a pair that had the sensor spot built in (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nikes&lt;/span&gt;) didn't find anything like that, but I found some that I really liked. So I've been struggling with how to use the sensor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out on the walk with mom Monday that the sensor &lt;em&gt;MUST&lt;/em&gt; be flat to function properly. Walked the same walk with her today as I did Monday and it was a good deal 'longer', The time was about the same but the distance Monday was .20 miles, today 1.8 miles. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GAH&lt;/span&gt;! It was the &lt;em&gt;exact&lt;/em&gt; same walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; back to the shopping story. Was looking online for a holder for the sensor, they sell those ya know, so I wouldn't run into the problem of wrong distances again and fell in love with a pair (or two) of shoes on the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought my running shoes at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;payless&lt;/span&gt;. They are wonderful. I don't need new shoes, plus the Nike shoes are at least $80. That's just higher than I want to spend typically. I mean it's not horrible but..... I just bought new shoes. Then again the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nike&lt;/span&gt; shoes have the sensor spot built in. AND they are described as being the closest you can get to running barefoot. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me you know what a big deal that is for me! I love being barefoot! It's my foot's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;preferred&lt;/span&gt; state of being. So free!! So that would be... heaven!! Ah what a twisted horrible world it is we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet innocent girls like me are forced to choose between the ultimate shoe and the hard earned money she earns!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snicker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; it's not that bad. But seriously, I do wish I hadn't seen those shoes... or that I had looked at them &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; I purchased my other shoes. That's what I get for not doing my homework I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; best go finish some laundry and get my self to bed. I have to get up to walk with Lindsay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'New leaf' and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-7737721155457175989?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7737721155457175989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=7737721155457175989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/7737721155457175989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/7737721155457175989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-bad-bad-kid.html' title='I&apos;m a bad bad kid...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-5550125470005542182</id><published>2010-05-12T13:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T16:35:16.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww maaaaan!</title><content type='html'>Ok so rain postponed Lindsay's walk this morning. That's fine don't really feel like going out and struggling through a new exercise and getting poured on while doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mind thought 'plus now you'll have your sensor for your first jog with linz!' which would be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went out with momma cause the sun was shining by that point. Mother love a duck was it muggy out! But we did it and yay!! But the sensor still wasn't here. But again it was gonna be ok cause I'd just use it the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realized that durn it, I can't walk with momma the next two days because of when I work. Or rather I can't walk with her at our regular time. We'll just have to push it back only about 8 hours. LAME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also means that I have to work 11-8 service desk. Now first off I like the service desk.&lt;br /&gt;But.... I really dislike working midshift up there. Mainly because you don't work up there. You get pulled to work else where. And I wouldn't mind that so much I suppose but just schedule me as a cashier if that's where you are going to have me work. That's all I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything will be ok. Perhaps we will have so many cashiers/sd is so busy that I'll have to stay up at the desk. Or at least that it will be busy enough that the day will fly by but not so busy that I'll just want to come home and drop. (still gots to walk with the momma ya know?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the really sad news? Sensor &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;isn't here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. sensor finally came at 4pm! horray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-5550125470005542182?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5550125470005542182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=5550125470005542182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/5550125470005542182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/5550125470005542182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/awww-maaaaan.html' title='Awww maaaaan!'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-4922493358255754903</id><published>2010-05-11T13:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T14:31:42.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so... due to wanting to wait for my Nike sensor to begin the running process, well let's just say that things are on hold just for another day or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily I do believe that it's supposed to be here tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;Supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be. We'll see when tomorrow arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another happy note I've lost my 10%!!! I am so pumped about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to be able to set another 10% weight goal on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt; site but I couldn't seem to figure it out, well not with out resetting my weight history. I don't want that because I still want to be able to see just how far I've come and I don't think I'd be able to if I reset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I've got to be happy with what I've got. I am thrilled that I've come as far as I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So real quick run down of re-evaluation of the goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  -Start the jogging with Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  -Lose another 10% (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;onderland&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  -Run 5k with Lindsay (distance)&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  -Reach current weight goal 172&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  -Run in an actual 5k with Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That be them!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thems&lt;/span&gt; the goals. Totally gonna happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-4922493358255754903?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4922493358255754903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=4922493358255754903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/4922493358255754903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/4922493358255754903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-things.html' title='Two things'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-2097170076453673112</id><published>2010-05-09T10:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T11:13:48.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week One, here we go!</title><content type='html'>Monday morning; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;begining&lt;/span&gt; of jogging program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some awesome tune clues for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minute warm up:  'We built this city' by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Starship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     -1 minute jog: 'I got a feeling' by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Blackeyed&lt;/span&gt; Peas&lt;br /&gt;  * 4 minute walk: 'Viva la Vida' by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     -1 minute jog: 'Hips don't lie' by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shakira&lt;/span&gt; feat. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wycliff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * 4 minute walk: 'Glamorous' by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fergie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     -1 minute jog: 'Here it goes' by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; Go!&lt;br /&gt;  * 4 minute walk: 'You found me' by The Fray&lt;br /&gt;     -1 minute jog: 'Dance,dance' by fallout boy&lt;br /&gt;  * 4 minute walk: 'Ain't no other man' by Christina &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     -1 minute jog: 'Pump it' by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Blackeyed&lt;/span&gt; Peas&lt;br /&gt;5 minute cool down: 'Don't stop 'til you get enough' by Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now obviously those minute songs... well the originals are just one minute long. We just edited the songs for the part we thought would be the most energy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inducing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a wonderful program that Lindsay's got called garage band for helping us to mix this.. and had we had more time (cough apparently i got over my indecision when it came to music) we could have done vocal cues to help us to know when to jog and such... maybe next time we'll do that. But I like it! Very fun and some of the songs just make you want to shake your booty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna see about posting the actual podcast so others can check it out if they want. (probably not but hey you never know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now ready for our first week of becoming joggers!!  The only thing I'm missing is my Nike+ sensor. Thing is awesome! Syncs up to your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; and it tells you how quickly you are walking, tells you calories burned and well all kinds of jazz... and &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; you input that info to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nikeplus&lt;/span&gt; site and you can link your walk/jog with your routes you can program and then you can see how you did on your walk in real life!! That's just so cool! (at least to me it is!) I've ordered one and I just can't wait for it to get here!! Come on Nike!! Don't let a kid down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aight&lt;/span&gt;, gonna go celebrate mother's day with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's day to all you mother's out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-2097170076453673112?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2097170076453673112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=2097170076453673112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2097170076453673112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2097170076453673112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/week-one-here-we-go.html' title='Week One, here we go!'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-3635036329444873828</id><published>2010-05-07T11:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T12:06:14.115-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5k'/><title type='text'>I runnin!</title><content type='html'>So I'm still working on all my goals there to the side and up above, never fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Lindsay and I sort of have a new goal. We want to run a 5k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like with the number pinned to your shirt and you start with the gun shot, the whole kit-n-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;caboodle&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been working at turning out bodies into running machines (jogging really but why split hairs) and the programs we've been 'doing' are all with the goal in mind of being able to &lt;em&gt;jog&lt;/em&gt; at least the distance of a 5k (3.1 miles for you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;americans&lt;/span&gt;) Which is all well and good, but we discussed that we would actually like to run &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; a 5k! That would just be so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's our 'new' goal to run in a 5k. Now we are being reasonable about this. We know that it's gonna take awhile to be able to do this. But honestly if we follow the programs and don't injure our selves there is no reason why we wouldn't be able to accomplish this by late September or October. We should be well accustomed to jogging/running by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We most likely won't be at our weight goals but we'll be much healthier! And that's always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how are we doing this? Well we have the C-2-5k plan (coach potato to 5k runner) and march/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;april&lt;/span&gt; issue of WW has an eight week plan to get your body accustomed to jogging &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nike&lt;/span&gt;+ has a coach that has plans for you to switch from walking to running in 12 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly if those three programs (which are really similar) can't kick our butts and transform us then I don't really know what will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to take lots of really hard work and dedication but we will do it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to join us? Believe me it's hard but honestly I can't think of a time that I didn't feel proud and excited to be doing it. I mean pain sure there was some of that but still!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that but we are gonna track our progress for all of it, in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;multiple&lt;/span&gt; ways too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos(perhaps), music &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playlists&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;podcasts&lt;/span&gt; made by us, and this fun little &lt;a href="http://nikerunning.nike.com/nikeos/p/nikeplus/en_US/plus/#//dashboard/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. Lindsay has one too, but I'll let her post it if she wants. But it will update our progress on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; too so that's a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the issue.... we &lt;em&gt;really really&lt;/em&gt; want to be in the actual 5k, with shirts and medals and everything (not that we expect to win one) but where do you find one? There is surprisingly a site that tells you all marathons and runs and stuff... and when and where. But then the flip is how to decide and how are we gonna travel and... well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see we don't have the exact details down. I sort of want to pick out the specific run that way I have a definite goal. But I guess we'll get there when we get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main goal right now, to start jogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a run in mind for me? Let's hear it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-3635036329444873828?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3635036329444873828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=3635036329444873828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3635036329444873828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3635036329444873828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-runnin.html' title='I runnin!'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-5415495083162254423</id><published>2010-05-05T16:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T16:42:42.910-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puniness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercising'/><title type='text'>I work hard for my skinny...</title><content type='html'>I'll admit it. I'm not a fitness-guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a shock to anyone who knows me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really you see that weight tracker up above... shouldn't be a shock to you either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fluctuate&lt;/span&gt; between feeling good and ready to go, to feeling like down and ready to sit down and read a good book.. who needs to be seen when they can happily live in the world of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I'm not that extreme, but there are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a half-n-half day. Woke up ready to go, felt alright while walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm glad I did it, but man I wish I didn't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very emotional loosing this weight. Not like I've struggled with inner demons and won type of emotional. But emotional none the less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe that's just all part and parcel of changing my self.It's not just outer looks but inner mind set. And man do I have a lazy mind set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no doubt that if I keep doing what I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; I should be doing, I'll eventually get to where it's not a struggle at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now.... The lazy is sort of winning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lindsay and I are doing what's called c25k, meaning couch potato to a 5k runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ooohhhhhoooooo&lt;/span&gt; man... I.... there... it's like I can't describe it. I mean... I can kind of do it, but honestly there is nothing like a minute jog to slap you full across the face and say "wake up idiot, you are wicked out of shape!".  Seriously, the first minute I was, well alright I guess. The second I was getting by. The third? I'm not even sure I was able to run it all. And there are count 'em &lt;strong&gt;nine&lt;/strong&gt;, that's right &lt;em&gt;nine&lt;/em&gt; stinking jogs! Isn't that just mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably could have done better if it were jog 30 seconds, but nope, jog a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by the way you have NO idea how many times I've typed job instead of jog while writing this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of us for trying and at least "moving" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; the whole thing. But I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really kicked my butt. C25k wins!  And another thing is... I know people who are doing much harder work outs than me... and &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; are winning... maybe it's difficult, but they are winning. It's a little discouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I still want to keep going, I just think that maybe we'll have to tone it down a little. I've got a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;magazine&lt;/span&gt; (looks to the bedroom door hoping the mag will flap it's way to me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it has a similar idea for turning yourself into a jogger, but instead of walk 1.5 minutes, jog 1 minute repeat NINE times. It says to walk 4 minutes, jog 1 minute repeat 4 or 5 times (can't remember)  I think this I could do. I think four minutes would just about be enough time for me to get my breathing under control and heart rate back down so I can start all over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's what I want to try.  Now if only I can talk Lindsay into it..... (plots schemes for convincing Lindsay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go attempt to stretch my leg muscles out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-5415495083162254423?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5415495083162254423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=5415495083162254423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/5415495083162254423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/5415495083162254423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-work-hard-for-my-skinny.html' title='I work hard for my skinny...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-8249520931901486504</id><published>2010-04-30T00:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:55:35.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>G-g-g-g-g-get wid us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love upbeat music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially when it helps to inspire me to move (walk/dance around whatever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My current fav. 'I got a feeling' by The Blackeyed Peas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the video of them kicking off Oprah's 24th season with the flash mob!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that she was so completely shocked by the whole thing! That's awesome that stuff like that can be pulled. I would love to be in one of those things! So awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song is &lt;em&gt;definetly&lt;/em&gt; walking/jogging music!! It just lends it's self to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need more songs like this... do you know any??? You should share if you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess though if I am going to have this song on something to help inspire me to jog I need something to listen to it on.... Like an iPod or something. I've been looking at an Ematic which looks like this ----------&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S9pvdeGXYqI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wOZ1JJWjBv8/s1600/ematic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465803649854169762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S9pvdeGXYqI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wOZ1JJWjBv8/s320/ematic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One I just love the fun colors you can get it in.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gb&lt;/span&gt; mp3 video player, w 2.4" screen and 5mp camera. Sounds awesome to me... and it's only $40 hard to beat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But is it really worth it? would it be what I really want?  I kinda think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno... just can't &lt;a href="http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-be-or-not-to-be-who-can-decide.html"&gt;decide&lt;/a&gt;. It's a hard hard world I live in here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at least I've got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt; music to see me through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p-p-p-party everyday, I got a feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-8249520931901486504?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8249520931901486504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=8249520931901486504' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8249520931901486504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8249520931901486504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/04/g-g-g-g-g-get-wid-us.html' title='G-g-g-g-g-get wid us...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S9pvdeGXYqI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wOZ1JJWjBv8/s72-c/ematic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-9006994857522576185</id><published>2010-04-28T11:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T11:21:04.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to be or not to be..... who can decide??</title><content type='html'>How is it that a person can be an 'adult' and be so confident in some areas and yet in others show such &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cowardice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the&lt;em&gt; hardest&lt;/em&gt; time telling people no. People that are friends/family that is. I mean it's bad. I just don't like to disappoint people. Even when in my head I'm screaming 'NO! I don't want too!' I'll half-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heartedly&lt;/span&gt;, or over &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enthusiastically&lt;/span&gt; agree to what it is they are saying. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Weirdest&lt;/span&gt; thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I hate making decisions, absolutely hate it. I have no decision making abilities. (again this is only applying to family/friends) And it's again because I don't want to disappoint people.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts will be in turmoil, rioting, 'But what if they don't like that... no I better not pick'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in me knows that they are asking &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; to pick because they 1) have the same problem and don't want to choose themselves. 2) honestly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;value&lt;/span&gt; my opinion and want to let me have this choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 1 how mean that you would then make me choose. If 2 how mean that you would make me choose!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look when it comes to being by myself, I can still have issues picking something out, hem and haw for 20 minutes before I decide &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; or not I want to buy a book/movie/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;.  So trying to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accommidate&lt;/span&gt; others is just plan difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've let people down, and made them mad with my inability to decide/say no, I know I have. And to you I say, most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sincerely&lt;/span&gt; I am sorry. I know I'm a pain in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;patoot&lt;/span&gt;. But I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;I lack some gene or something that gives me the skills to be decisive. I'm just sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again... sorry... and..... ....... Stop taking advantage of me! You big bullies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt; just teasing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-9006994857522576185?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/9006994857522576185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=9006994857522576185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/9006994857522576185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/9006994857522576185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-be-or-not-to-be-who-can-decide.html' title='to be or not to be..... who can decide??'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-8846206791254096622</id><published>2010-04-22T13:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T13:49:47.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still getting everything together</title><content type='html'>So I'm still working!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals to the side there are still valid.I'm still getting everything together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't signed up for classes yet. But I think I just might get to that next week or so. I guess technically I have all summer to get it done, but well... we all know how I am (procrastinator) so might as well get it done now as not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on the weight goal. I've been doing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weightwatchers&lt;/span&gt; online (eating better) and so far down 17lbs (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt; to me). I think I'll have a while til the size goal (getting closer though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking almost everyday with momma which is really good, and I keep meaning to do my exercise video more... hasn't happened yet though. Guess I've got to be happy with what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blogging &lt;em&gt;clearly&lt;/em&gt; hasn't been happening. Like I said I'm getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room needs some re-cleaning? Needs some dusting, laundry and then hopefully sometime this summer I'll get it painted!! (Fingers crossed kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the thing... I know all around I could be doing &lt;em&gt;even&lt;/em&gt; better, I could be outside on all these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; days we've been having... walking, or well really anything. But instead I stay inside and try to find something fun to do on the computer or I just read, which isn't 'bad', but honestly I could at least sit outside and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a really happy with all the progress I've made and I know I'll keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose my blog is a place for me to try and kick my self in gear.  Complain a little here and re-read it and go "wow what a WHINER!" and then I work towards fixing those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..... notes to self....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog more (make it more entertaining too)&lt;br /&gt;Keep up the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weightwatchers&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Do Richie video!!&lt;br /&gt;Get that room clean/painted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-8846206791254096622?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8846206791254096622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=8846206791254096622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8846206791254096622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8846206791254096622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/04/still-getting-everything-together.html' title='Still getting everything together'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-5494502934142802638</id><published>2010-03-05T10:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:03:52.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>.... darn it all</title><content type='html'>It's me... I know you're surprised. I haven't posted in.... many many moons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I go, complaining again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought expanded, as thoughts often do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there are images to go with the thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(here's the complaining part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to capture the images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How unfair is that. That there are people who can see an image perfectly in their noggin, but they can't bring it to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very unfair is what it is......................................................                        &lt;em&gt;(very&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;atomic)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am done complaining. And thinking to my self.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is any kind person out there that would be willing to take a crack at bringing my thought to life... that would be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SVWEET&lt;/span&gt;!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-5494502934142802638?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5494502934142802638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=5494502934142802638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/5494502934142802638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/5494502934142802638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/03/darn-it-all.html' title='.... darn it all'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-8044569924241108751</id><published>2010-02-01T14:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:45:30.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I digress from my goals</title><content type='html'>Some times I just have &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is like... I'm going to say 93% finished, and I just won't finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusting, putting a few things away and laundry, that's it.   And will I finish it?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not. Instead I spend a free day reading, and watching movies with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the time before I go to work hanging out with Sarah, and fighting her pull on me that says "stay home, you don't really need to go to work... stay here!"&lt;----- evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I've been &lt;em&gt;wicked&lt;/em&gt; slacking when it comes to the exercising. So lame, so lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell ya what.... just no stinking follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that maybe state out loud(on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;) that I've been slacking will provide me with the incentive to do better.  Hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a fun note, helped Sarah set up her mom's new toys, fun fun fun!  But it makes me want one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a jealous creature am I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I think that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-8044569924241108751?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8044569924241108751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=8044569924241108751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8044569924241108751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8044569924241108751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-which-i-digress-from-my-goals.html' title='In which I digress from my goals'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-3836951645902677112</id><published>2010-01-28T15:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:52:02.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So close and yet... no cigar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It may be hard to tell.... but I am getting really close to being done!!!! Isn't that exciting... you won't have to hear about my ridiculous room any more, or hear me whine about how I have too much and don't know where to put it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can tell you are thrilled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was getting tired of writing about it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually I was more tired of having to clean it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that is left, and this may sound like a lot (but really it's not so much in comparsion) is to dust the shelves, sort books, vaccum (cause the swiffer isn't picking everything up... poor thing is only so mighty) and then make my bed with the nice clean sheets that I still have yet to wash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all in all just kinda minium stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am soooooo happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to be finished!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh.... and I guess there is that mountain of clothes to wash downstairs... but that's not in the room any more so it doesn't totally count!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2IFWAAJYKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/z6NVf1vzWq4/s1600-h/so+close+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431909976078114978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2IFWAAJYKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/z6NVf1vzWq4/s320/so+close+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2IFWucn6hI/AAAAAAAAAM0/inBNlUi7UK8/s1600-h/so+close+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431909988545587730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2IFWucn6hI/AAAAAAAAAM0/inBNlUi7UK8/s320/so+close+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2IFV__5EaI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ijYrwn_6L_k/s1600-h/so+close+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431909976077046178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2IFV__5EaI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ijYrwn_6L_k/s320/so+close+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2IFVjg3QeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/hxbbCRDnrCo/s1600-h/so+close+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431909968430711266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2IFVjg3QeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/hxbbCRDnrCo/s320/so+close+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4222598244788924567-3836951645902677112?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3836951645902677112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=3836951645902677112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3836951645902677112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3836951645902677112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-close-and-yet-no-cigar.html' title='So close and yet... no cigar....'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2IFWAAJYKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/z6NVf1vzWq4/s72-c/so+close+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-3351950093819515954</id><published>2010-01-27T10:47:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T11:40:39.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I take the first step</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is not so much of a shock to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still there are times when it hits me.... 'whoa, you have a serious problem!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on the room some more, this is a major project here people, I kept thinking it was just a matter of cleaning the room, it'll only take a couple of hours.... Oh how very wrong I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll only take a couple of YEARS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; slight &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exaggeration&lt;/span&gt;, but it will take a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really hoping this will all be over by Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(these are pictures of where the books are sitting until I can sort them and put them away properly..... if you'll notice none of these containers are small, also the very vast quantity, so sad. You know in a way that makes me secretly &lt;em&gt;*maybe not so secret*&lt;/em&gt; happy sort of sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2BuyLmkQFI/AAAAAAAAAME/G9XFqUIP3mc/s1600-h/books+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431462958995882066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2BuyLmkQFI/AAAAAAAAAME/G9XFqUIP3mc/s320/books+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2BuyakhzaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/k8hor1rMMTI/s1600-h/books+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431462963013864866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2BuyakhzaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/k8hor1rMMTI/s320/books+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2BumJRVWbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/vM5NldDDgXI/s1600-h/books+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431462752211524018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2BumJRVWbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/vM5NldDDgXI/s320/books+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2BulVtNcTI/AAAAAAAAALc/2m27hzDwVQg/s1600-h/books+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431462738369802546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2BulVtNcTI/AAAAAAAAALc/2m27hzDwVQg/s320/books+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2BumUE3_jI/AAAAAAAAAL8/LrvIQkN-m2Q/s1600-h/books+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431462755112058418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2BumUE3_jI/AAAAAAAAAL8/LrvIQkN-m2Q/s320/books+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2B6IhA5rsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2YiP0ICRbqE/s1600-h/books+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431475437328510658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2B6IhA5rsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2YiP0ICRbqE/s320/books+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2BulwxJxhI/AAAAAAAAALs/gJhQxxh72i8/s1600-h/books+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431462745634096658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2BulwxJxhI/AAAAAAAAALs/gJhQxxh72i8/s320/books+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2Bultg0EJI/AAAAAAAAALk/y6yFJYG4HOQ/s1600-h/books+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431462744760258706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2Bultg0EJI/AAAAAAAAALk/y6yFJYG4HOQ/s320/books+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4222598244788924567-3351950093819515954?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3351950093819515954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=3351950093819515954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3351950093819515954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3351950093819515954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-which-i-take-first-step.html' title='In which I take the first step'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S2BuyLmkQFI/AAAAAAAAAME/G9XFqUIP3mc/s72-c/books+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-6931380626503991081</id><published>2010-01-26T15:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:23:11.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's quite possibly too much!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am working so very very hard to get this ever loving room of mine clean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm going to lose this battle... there is just too much stuff, and no where to put it so I can clean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CAN'T win!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pics just so you fully understand (and I can't believe I am doing this....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S19cmanqe5I/AAAAAAAAALM/0plmKwNH8lY/s1600-h/0126001500a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431161490682575762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S19cmanqe5I/AAAAAAAAALM/0plmKwNH8lY/s320/0126001500a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S19cm3Z8XVI/AAAAAAAAALU/WimKJame3uI/s1600-h/0126001500b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431161498409655634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S19cm3Z8XVI/AAAAAAAAALU/WimKJame3uI/s320/0126001500b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S19cmF3u1VI/AAAAAAAAALE/2sFvuPY2EE0/s1600-h/0126001500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431161485112825170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S19cmF3u1VI/AAAAAAAAALE/2sFvuPY2EE0/s320/0126001500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S19cl9eF2JI/AAAAAAAAAK8/6pm0YWNW3Rs/s1600-h/0126001459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431161482857797778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S19cl9eF2JI/AAAAAAAAAK8/6pm0YWNW3Rs/s320/0126001459.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S19cl9eF2JI/AAAAAAAAAK8/6pm0YWNW3Rs/s1600-h/0126001459.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/4222598244788924567-6931380626503991081?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6931380626503991081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=6931380626503991081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/6931380626503991081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/6931380626503991081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-quite-possibly-too-much.html' title='It&apos;s quite possibly too much!!'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S19cmanqe5I/AAAAAAAAALM/0plmKwNH8lY/s72-c/0126001500a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-6019768209303318860</id><published>2010-01-19T12:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T13:01:15.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Babbling shall commence</title><content type='html'>I find that I have to &lt;em&gt;LITERALLY &lt;/em&gt;make myself exercise, not because I don't need it, not because I don't want to (or maybe a little bit don't want to) but because I just... it's mainly I don't want to get up and put the video in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vcr&lt;/span&gt;. Ha! My exercise videos are in fact &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vhs&lt;/span&gt;! Isn't that awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's petty of me but I do so love when "know-it-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;all's&lt;/span&gt;" are proven to be mistaken in their theories! It just tickles my funny bone! Got to see that last night at work, I had to hold the laughter in. But it was worth it. Don't think it fazed the guy at all though. (typically doesn't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that I work best under some what strict routines. Apparently I need those firm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;boundaries&lt;/span&gt;. Plus it's much easier to go on autopilot when you have a set schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take photos of a before and after of my room, proof of the amazing cleaning job that would &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ensue&lt;/span&gt;. I find that I can't though. Far to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love upbeat rockin music. And if it has a loud thumping bass, even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; want to work a longer shift yesterday, so when they called on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; why did I say&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;yes? I don't know, but it turned out really well. Got to work service desk for Carla who had a doctor's app. So I guess some how some benevolent being was looking out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's funny that there is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much disagreement about what my name is. Or rather how you pronounce it. Lots of people at work really think that it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kera&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pronunciation&lt;/span&gt; wise) and others think it's Car-ah.... I figure as long as you are looking at me and call me something with a K sound at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; (although I've been known to respond to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;popeye&lt;/span&gt;) I'll respond. I don't really care people. Thanks for being so concerned though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have favorite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; shows. I can never watch them. I am always at work. Thank god for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hulu&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more follow through when it came to writing my&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;stories. I think some of them might actually be kind of good... but I get lost half way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not wanting to go to work tonight. It won't be bad, but it won't be fun either. I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; wish I worked during the day. That would make me much happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorta wish I was in school right now (college not anything younger) I almost miss having that interaction with other students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the cat just fell off the back of the couch..... he's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt; to act all cool. (must be super &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this Friday is to be cleaning day.... I'm really hoping no one else will be home because sometimes... things have to get a lot worse before they can get any better. My plan of attack was going to be drag EVERYTHING out of the room and to start afresh. I can only do this if no one else is around. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to miss the holidays? I feel like I didn't really get to enjoy them. They just flew by. I wish that some how everyone got winter breaks! At least two full weeks. It would never work though. Which is really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish I had a boy friend, just so I'd have some one to go out with. Not just to a movie, not that there is anything wrong with that. But like a nice evening out, with dressing up and everything. I suppose I could do that with friends, but I wouldn't mind having a guy to do that with too. But that's really all I want him for right now. (sorry possible future boyfriend prospects)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Seeley&lt;/span&gt; Booth is hot and adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Baldwin is hilarious! My favorite Baldwin (even if he isn't related to the others) Plus... BONUS he's from Illinois (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chicago&lt;/span&gt; area).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being creative, but I usually lack &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;motivation&lt;/span&gt; and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lates&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-6019768209303318860?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6019768209303318860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=6019768209303318860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/6019768209303318860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/6019768209303318860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/01/babbling-shall-commence.html' title='Babbling shall commence'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-8897691743112642464</id><published>2010-01-18T13:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:40:07.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I strive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You might have noticed the list to the left side of the screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those are my new goals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I suppose 'new' is a relative term. I've had some of these goals for awhile now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So perhaps I should say I've newly renewed my dedication to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I keep being inspired by people around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. My brother has lost all his eight and it seemed to go fairly easily for him (I'm sure it was hard work though)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. My mom is on a diet (I suppose my thought is 'If she's loosing, I'm loosing')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. My friends have started exercising (same as #2 if they are, then I am)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. I have cute new hair... some how the hair makes me want to be... more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;? I rather like styling my hair and (brace your self Lindsay) doing my makeup. So I want a leaner face to go with the cute hair (weird inspiration I suppose) I think the hair is very complementary for my face but I think it could be better! (darn you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alice&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that's my inspiration for #'s 1-3-4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Further inspiration... My friends have been blogging a lot more lately and I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; I've said before that I will start being more faithful to my writing... but &lt;strong&gt;I WILL THIS TIME!&lt;/strong&gt; (see the list)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also I currently like my job, I'm mean it has it's issues, what job doesn't. But it's not what I really want to be doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thus we have reached #5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I worked briefly in the pharmacy in C-pain wally, and suffice to say I LOVED it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I would really like working in a pharmacy full time. To achieve &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; I've got to ya know.... &lt;strong&gt;finish school!!!&lt;/strong&gt; So... as I said... #5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus while taking said courses I can look into other fun ones (lit. or photo or ya know fun ones)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I might add more goals as time goes on.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; gonna update as things are achieved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess these are kind of my resolutions. Sorta, but it's not really things that I'm only trying to achieve &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; year. They are just the things that I'm working on now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So there we go. List of goals and my quest to achieve them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(mission..... quest.......... thing. guess that leaves you out pip.) &lt;---sorry but had too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, the first goal is not the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; whole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; goal, just the first small step along the way. I'll update that later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-8897691743112642464?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8897691743112642464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=8897691743112642464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8897691743112642464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8897691743112642464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-which-i-strive.html' title='In which I strive'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-2719397631581725418</id><published>2010-01-14T16:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:42:26.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I attempt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S0-dRHnUM3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/WbKo7WnzDCI/s1600-h/2010_0114HeadStart20080004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 206px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426728993432023922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S0-dRHnUM3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/WbKo7WnzDCI/s320/2010_0114HeadStart20080004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S0-dQguc9BI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KinEMPLYIKg/s1600-h/2010_0114HeadStart20080003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426728982992974866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S0-dQguc9BI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KinEMPLYIKg/s320/2010_0114HeadStart20080003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempt to style my hair in fun and new ways... ok so this is just my first day styling it, still wanted it to be cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I did to bad really.  I wish the photos came out better... poor lighting and while I kinda like the posing it is hard to take your own pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4222598244788924567-2719397631581725418?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2719397631581725418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=2719397631581725418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2719397631581725418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2719397631581725418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-which-i-attempt.html' title='In which I attempt...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S0-dRHnUM3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/WbKo7WnzDCI/s72-c/2010_0114HeadStart20080004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-3995965140192351086</id><published>2010-01-13T12:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:40:23.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I finally conquer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S04QUUk6_sI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EV1Tmvs-TuE/s1600-h/before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426292542335024834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S04QUUk6_sI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EV1Tmvs-TuE/s320/before.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's time! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Past time really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've been wanting to chop my hair for awhile now. And I do mean CHOP!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So.... FINALLY I've gotten it cut! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But just to fully demonstrate how ridiculous it was... before and after for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S04QTA-jiMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/V_HWZWLkwn4/s1600-h/before1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426292519893960898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S04QTA-jiMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/V_HWZWLkwn4/s320/before1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S04QTnPr5cI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9QmHcRBln5w/s1600-h/before2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426292530166359490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S04QTnPr5cI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9QmHcRBln5w/s320/before2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see how LONG the hair was! I couldn't take it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now the after!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..............................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inspired by Alice Cullen's hair in New Moon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S04QSsTMPzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-1Ucg9V0wAc/s1600-h/after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426292514343370546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S04QSsTMPzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-1Ucg9V0wAc/s320/after.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S04QSfmZUkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/1_GK752imvg/s1600-h/after2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426292510934258242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S04QSfmZUkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/1_GK752imvg/s320/after2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These photos aren't the greatest but I LOVE the hair... I can't wait to play with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun fun fun short new hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I also got the eyebrows ripped out! They really needed it too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S04QSfmZUkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/1_GK752imvg/s1600-h/after2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4222598244788924567-3995965140192351086?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3995965140192351086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=3995965140192351086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3995965140192351086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3995965140192351086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-which-i-finally-conquer.html' title='In which I finally conquer!'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/S04QUUk6_sI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EV1Tmvs-TuE/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-4491802894468387848</id><published>2009-12-21T00:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:33:39.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of year...</title><content type='html'>I still can't seem to find the time to write on here with any type of regularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I choose to write about the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to unfortunetly miss out on dad's side of family's get together.  Sad!! I mean don't get me wrong I enjoy working service desk, and I know it's not walmart store manager's fault he didn't chooose to let the temps go but man oh man do we need there help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily christmas is this friday.... almost ready for it.... just need a few more gifts and then to wrap them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited!!! I enjoy getting to hang with everyone and well.... ok i gotta admit i do enjoy getting stuff too (i also enjoy giving it and surprising people) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While work will be fine.... i do wish i didn't have to go this week.  or next.... or well i guess i could just skip out of all work... lol cause i'm just a lazy kid like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm just excited about the season being here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lates&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-4491802894468387848?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4491802894468387848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=4491802894468387848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/4491802894468387848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/4491802894468387848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s that time of year...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-8571926866994996153</id><published>2009-11-30T13:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:52:43.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There are days...</title><content type='html'>There are days when I love seeing old movies.... actually I typically like watching old movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also fun (some times funny) to see remakes of old movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 'The shop around the corner' with James Stewart sunday and monday watched 'You've got mail' with Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan. Both good and vastly entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the 1952 version of 'The importance of being earnest' which in turn made me want to watch the 2002 version I have starring Colin Firth and Rupert Everett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very fun! Both humorous for their own reasons (typically because they are comedies) and just all around enjoyable movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of movies, looking up info on these movies sent me to imdb.com .... one of the best websites ever!!! You can find out almost anything regarding entertainment, tv shows, actors, movies, music... etc.  While looking around on there saw the trailer for 'The imaginarium of doctor parnassus' and the new extended trailer for 'Percy jackson and the olympians: the lightning thief'    I cannot wait for either they look so absolutely fantastic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww movies!!! They and books are my main source of enjoyment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-8571926866994996153?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8571926866994996153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=8571926866994996153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8571926866994996153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8571926866994996153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-are-days.html' title='There are days...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-7073681901016100029</id><published>2009-11-18T15:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:10:49.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep on trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do, but I've got nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-7073681901016100029?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7073681901016100029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=7073681901016100029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/7073681901016100029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/7073681901016100029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-keep-on-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-3337122930921983887</id><published>2009-10-12T11:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:35:01.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The most we can do...</title><content type='html'>I have this weird need to be inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to be anything big, maybe just an inspiration to actually fix my hair today, or something deep like becoming a more humane human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reading blogs and seeing how others work towards similar goals themselves. And I guess the thing that I've noticed about said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;, I don't think they actually &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; working towards said goals. Not that they don't hope to be a little bit better of a person day after day. It's just that that isn't what their life is completely about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I look at blogs and go 'oh if only I could be like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;suzy&lt;/span&gt;' and I'm pretty sure that's not what the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; are out there trying to do. They aren't out there trying to make you see the lacking in your life. They are most likely out there hoping to write a funny memory to share, just to make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've got it now. It's not about being profound with each sentence you write. It's living a life that happy and good (as much as you can) and sharing the funny with everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe there is something just a little .... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;profoundish&lt;/span&gt; in that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-3337122930921983887?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3337122930921983887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=3337122930921983887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3337122930921983887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3337122930921983887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/most-we-can-do.html' title='The most we can do...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-2371738791869650744</id><published>2009-09-28T12:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:00:59.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops!</title><content type='html'>Where does the time keep going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear each day drags by endlessly while I am at work, and yet I don't know where the time has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday it was the beginning of September and now it's virtually October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Blink* ... now it's Thanksgiving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Blink* ...... Forth of July again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Blink* ..... 2025?!?!?!    Holy Guac!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIME SLOW DOWN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note, FINALLLY got my new Sharon Lathan book.  ''Loving Mr. Darcy, Journeys beyond Pemberley"  Getting close to the end and all I'm going to say right now is.... &lt;strong&gt;LOVE IT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-2371738791869650744?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2371738791869650744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=2371738791869650744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2371738791869650744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2371738791869650744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/09/whoops.html' title='Whoops!'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-3214502762807379429</id><published>2009-08-31T11:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:23:03.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love movies.  But more I love watching movies with family/friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;New or old, doesn't matter. I just love some good movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So yesterday on TCM they had a Jean Arthur marathon yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She a really good actress. And I really love some of the movies she's in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hadn't seen all of them, but I have now and they are some really good ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The devil and Miss Jones, You can't take it with you, Mr. Smith goes to washington, and Shane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So good. She has a real flair for comedy but she can do serious too. Always a good find in an actor. I think my favorite two though were, You can't take it with you and Mr. Smith goest to Washington. Don't know why exactly, but it might have had something to do with Jimmy Stewart. You can't go wrong with Jimmy Stewart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So after watching those movies and helping mom with some school stuff it was late but I really wanted to watch a tv show. I was intriqued by it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ok so I'm a sucker, I had to watch all of 10 things I hate about you. New tv show based loosely off of the movie. Same characters slightly different plot.  Funny, cute, smaltzy but good none the less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But holy guac! Ethan Peck!! Frijoles that boy! Ok I shouldn't call him boy, he is after all only 2 years younger than me. But man oh man. I admit I get weak in the knees over 'pretty' boys like anyone else. AND not only that but his voice, *excuse me a moment while I squee.....SQUEEEEEEEEEE*  Could literally listen to him talk all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here is another fun fact about him, which sort of brings me around to my old movie perspec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ethan is grandson of Gregory Peck, actor of such greats as, To kill a mockingbird and Roman Holiday. Those are my main ones for him. And I LOVE To kill a mockingbird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That was just icing on the cake for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Aw family gotta love 'em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-3214502762807379429?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3214502762807379429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=3214502762807379429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3214502762807379429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3214502762807379429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-which-i-sigh.html' title='In which I sigh'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-2900477350939107374</id><published>2009-08-28T14:22:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:56:26.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I reminisce</title><content type='html'>I admit that sometimes I go back and look over old posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I've written, try to decide if I was funny or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a few things today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it seems that I either write rather short posts, or super long ones that probably aren't all that fun to read anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Second, I noticed how many times I've blogged about cleaning my room. And this is going to be a little blurb about that very topic again, I &lt;em&gt;STILL&lt;/em&gt; haven't cleaned it. So WRONG!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm working on this instead of my room (momma you will be disappointed in this) and just in general feeling rather lazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Third, it made me really sad... but as I read a few posts I couldn't remember what the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HECK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was talking about. I mean I knew at the time... but now?!?! And it was less than a year ago! I shouldn't be able to forget something like that. That's just weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't know why I'm being so morose today, just..... not feeling my inner blog-goddess I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Inner blog-goddess... *snort* I crack my self up sometimes. I don't have an inner blog-goddess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-2900477350939107374?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2900477350939107374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=2900477350939107374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2900477350939107374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2900477350939107374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-admit-that-sometimes-i-go-back-and.html' title='In which I reminisce'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-1252737400711684649</id><published>2009-08-28T00:18:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T02:27:06.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So I wracked and wracked my brain for a good thing to write about on here today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I mean &lt;em&gt;wracked&lt;/em&gt; and I came up with a big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' goose egg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bupkis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Zilch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I was fresh out of creative juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And then I went to work. Which is actually somewhat of a mind productive place for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Some of my best work is inspired from my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And while it wasn't actually at work that this idea came to me, it was on the way back from that it did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's not actually all my creative-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;. I am borrowing from fun., which is the name of the band by the way. fun. That's their name. It's a keeper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So I was listening to one of their songs on the way home and I know that I've stated that I would love to be an author. Well not just that I want to be an author. I just want to write, just one book would be nice. &lt;em&gt;ANYWAY, &lt;/em&gt;my point is that I am frequently inspired with scene ideas by music or well any number of things. And this song put this scene in my head. And seeing as I had nothing else to write about I thought I would give you a sample of the type of writing I would do if only I could conjure up a whole story plot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You'll have to listen to the song for the full effect. I recommend reading it through once and then you can skim it while listening the second time to really get the full scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;By the way it's just easier to say this right away. This scene is taking place at a newly-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wed's&lt;/span&gt; reception. Dinner is more or less over, people have had cake and it's just before the dancing and such. Everyone is talking.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Scene inspired by 'The Gambler'- lyrics and music entirely by fun." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Ok everyone, now is the time that I am going to do something special for my lovely wife and make a bit of a fool of my self. This happens to be one of her favorite songs and it doesn't actually apply to us yet, but I hope it does some day so yeah... enjoy this." the groom says causing his new wife to turn to him in surprise and look at him questioningly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He just smiled in response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A lovely tune begins to play on a piano, the bride turns in surprise to see her mother-in-law playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And then she hears her husband begin to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Slow down, we've got time to be lazy.&lt;br /&gt;All the kids have bloomed from babies, into flowers in our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;We've got 50 good years left to spend out in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care to beg your pardon,&lt;br /&gt;We should live until we die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Suddenly a violin player stands among the friends at the reception and joins in the song, drawing the bride's attention for just a moment before she turns back to her groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"We were barely 18, when we crossed collective hearts.&lt;br /&gt;It was cold, but it got warm when you'd barely crossed my eye.&lt;br /&gt;And then you turned, put out your hand,&lt;br /&gt;And you asked me to dance.&lt;br /&gt;I knew nothing of romance, but it was love at second sight.&lt;br /&gt;I swear when I grow up I won't just buy you a rose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;All the bridesmaids and flower girls suddenly brought the bride multiple and varied bouquets of flowers, making the bride laugh even as she teared up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"I will buy the flower shop, and you'll never be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Even if the sun stops waking up over the fields,&lt;br /&gt;I will not leave. I will not leave 'til it's our time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The groom holding out his hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"So just take my hand, you know that I will never leave your side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The groom points to the new members who are now joining in. The best man is dressed in a bib and bonnet and is kneeling on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Well it was the winter of '86, all the fields had frozen over.&lt;br /&gt;So we moved Arizona to save our only son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The best man rips off the baby gear and stands proudly as a man again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"And now he's turned into a man, though he thinks just like his mother.&lt;br /&gt;He believes we're all just lovers, he sees hope in everyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The best man hands the bride the receiver of a telephone that has a long cord attached to another receiver that the maid of honor is holding, who is wear sunglasses with big cardboard blue eyes pasted to them. A few more members join in playing brass instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"And even though she's moved away,&lt;br /&gt;we always get calls from our daughter.&lt;br /&gt;She has eyes just like her father,&lt;br /&gt;they are blue when skies are gray.&lt;br /&gt;And just like him she never stops.&lt;br /&gt;Never takes a day for granted, works for everything that handed to her.&lt;br /&gt;Never once complains."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"You think that I nearly lost you.&lt;br /&gt;When the doctors tried to take you away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The bride's hand is again taken by the groom as friends and family wheel in a portable fireplace that is 'lit' up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"But like the night you took my hand beside the fire,&lt;br /&gt;nearly 30 years ago to this day.&lt;br /&gt;You swore you'd be here 'til the day we decide that it's our time.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not time, you've never quit in all your life.&lt;br /&gt;So just take my hand, you know that I will never leave your side.&lt;br /&gt;You're the love of my life, you know that I will never leave your side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The groom gets up and joins the bridal party on the dance floor and dances a regency era dance befitting the music. He stumbles through a few of the steps but it's the moment that means so much to the bride and she can't help but laugh. By the end of the instruments flourish he rushes back over to finish his song to his bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"You come home from work, and you kiss me on the eye.&lt;br /&gt;You curse the dogs you say that I should never feed them what is ours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The ring bearer brings a tiny puppy in for the bride that has a bow tied to it's collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"So we move into the garden,&lt;br /&gt;look at everything we've grown,&lt;br /&gt;and the kids are coming home,&lt;br /&gt;so I'll set the table.&lt;br /&gt;You can light the fire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Everyone cheers as the song ends and the bride still laughing kisses her husband as he gently wipes away the few tears that his love and care has caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Thank you! Thank you everyone!" the bride finally says into the mike making everyone laugh some more. The reception resumes the normal proceedings of first dances and more, but it will be a special moment that everyone, especially the bride will remember for the rest of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There that wasn't so bad was it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think it's better if you could actually see the scene as it plays in my head, cause it's really funny and so very very sweet. Well anyway, that was really long and it's possibly even longer if you re-read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Was it worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-1252737400711684649?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1252737400711684649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=1252737400711684649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1252737400711684649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1252737400711684649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-which-i-imagine.html' title='In which I imagine'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-9013376465753008748</id><published>2009-08-25T23:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:38:04.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I giggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!! There are some days that I love being the odd duck that I am. (*quack*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today is one of those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I love that at work there are people who look at me and different things happen automatically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For example, Jessica looks at me and can't help but smile/laugh. I think it's my goofy faces but who knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But my favorite is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Talina&lt;/span&gt; (who's name by the way I LOVE! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taaaaaah&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;leeena&lt;/span&gt;!! So fun) who can't help but get the Charles' in charge theme song stuck in her head every time she looks at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I LOVE that! It's so funny! And I know it's happened too because she'll look at me and wave hi, then all of a sudden she scowls and I know the song has &lt;em&gt;arrived!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am just pure evil! What else can I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I suppose I should explain why the song gets stuck in her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But it's much funnier to me that some of you don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You just think that people look at me and get a random song stuck in their head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Aw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;w!!! I win! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;... Charles' in charge of our days and our nights.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-9013376465753008748?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/9013376465753008748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=9013376465753008748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/9013376465753008748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/9013376465753008748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-which-i-giggle.html' title='In which I giggle'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-1324064957481791713</id><published>2009-08-21T00:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T02:02:34.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficulty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's hard when the person you always talk to, can't talk to you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I mean it's not a permanent loss I've suffered. (My mom's cell phone took an unexpected dip and is no longer functioning.) But it's still hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Little things that I want to tell her escape my memory by the time I see her. And when boredom sets in she's the one I'd talk to for entertainment. And she was the one I complained to when things were giving me fits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So now I'm in a pickle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm sitting here deeply in lament. Wishing I could again speak to her. Just once! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sniff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;.... This one's for you Momma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-1324064957481791713?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1324064957481791713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=1324064957481791713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1324064957481791713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1324064957481791713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/difficulty.html' title='Difficulty'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-4389445025543589462</id><published>2009-08-19T17:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:24:58.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I decide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I wish that I were better about blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Not only that but I wish my blogs were more entertaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I also wish that all of my writing was more entertaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So I've come up with an idea that will hopefully make me a better writer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lots of authors that I like to read have been asked how to become better writers, and their suggestions are usually to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Just write, always write. If you're writing then you are using your mind and learning better ways to use your words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So this is my new mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;To write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It may not be impressive and it may not actually work, but I've been trying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I want to be more perspective and ... oh I don't know insightful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So although it may be short, I am going to try and post everyday. And I've been writing a journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;They may be simple goals but I'm still gonna try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-4389445025543589462?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4389445025543589462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=4389445025543589462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/4389445025543589462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/4389445025543589462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-which-i-decide.html' title='In which I decide'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-8817951208095143085</id><published>2009-08-13T15:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:59:43.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The ol' gray cow....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She ain't what she used to be, ain't what she used to be....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah you get what I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it's so sad how badly my memory functions sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't get me wrong sometimes it's really great. I mean super spot on at times, like when it comes to books. Go on ask me about the plot of some book that I've read and I bet I can tell you what all goes down (just don't ask for the ending I hate spoiling the ending for people) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then there are those times when I can't remember if I actually had a conversation with someone, or imagined it, or had it in a dream or &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; so... yeah. Sometimes my memory really sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like today, and some of yesterday. I would start to do something and about two minutes into it I'd already &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt; what I was doing. I open a new tab to google with the express purpose to look something up and then it finishes loading and I can't remember what it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's not like it was anything life changing but &lt;em&gt;still, &lt;/em&gt;it bothers me that I can't remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*SIGH*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-8817951208095143085?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8817951208095143085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=8817951208095143085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8817951208095143085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8817951208095143085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/ol-gray-cow.html' title='The ol&apos; gray cow....'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-3322847686811171195</id><published>2009-07-22T10:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:41:09.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I freak out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So this weekend was a weekend of learning in lots of ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I learned about new bands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I learned about new fashion. (Humor-har)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I learned I apparently can't handle large crowds very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SURPRISE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Shocked me. But I don't think it was just the crowd it was the entire situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You see, it our second day of the festival (sunday which was actually day 3 of pitchfork) and it was almost time for the last band. The Flaming Lips! WOOOOO!! If you don't know the Flaming Lips I feel sorry for you! They are an AWESOME band! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyway back to the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My brothers and I had packed up our gear and headed into the fray while the band before the lips, were still on stage. That way when those fans left to watch something else or whatever we would be able to move up&lt;em&gt; politely&lt;/em&gt; into those empty spots. Get our selves into good positioning for the final concert! We took our time, only moved into empty spots when they became available. Easy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So we had gotten, fairly close within confettie distance at least, and had at least an hour to kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now I suppose I should have mentioned that the day before when we had gone over to watch Beirut, we had people say "Excuse me" we'd make a path for them and then they just stood right in front of us. Wanted to knock their blocks off. But this was far far worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ok so Flaming Lips is the Head lining band, so of course people want to see them, and of course they also want to be close. But here's the thing. Knocking people over in your quest to get closer to the stage? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT COOL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I mean seriously people, common sense? Yeah I thought so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But I am getting ahead of my self. Ok so we had gotten to about the position we wanted to get too. (but if a big opening had occured we would have tried for it) So we were just chillaxin and having a good time, thinking about the fact that we had an hour to kill standing in one spot, but at least we kept getting glimpses of Wayne and Steve and so on.(Lips in case you were wondering) People were kinda gently pushing against our backs in an attempt to get the whole crowd to move foward so they could be closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am still doing good at this point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Don't know how it happened really, I think it was the guy who came to sit with his group of peeps (also not cool by the way, taking up lots of room sitting when everyone else is standing) and made me stand really close to the people that were in front of me, like wicked close, so close I might as well have been part of this couple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now I have a very large personal space bubble, but I can shrink it down in crowds, but this was beyond my comfort level. Their's too I think. But I couldn't help that. And it made me further uncomfortable when more people around me decided to sit. There honestly wasn't room for that, unless they wanted to be stood on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And the other problem with them sitting? It made it look like there were big gaps that people could come fill. So there had been a few stragglers who shoved their way through and then got to our area and realized, oh crap there isn't anywhere for me to stand, and happily most moved on, but not all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And then&lt;em&gt;...... oh and then&lt;/em&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ok so we were crowded, I'm getting really uncomfortable from the odd stance to accodomate people close to me sitting and standing. When out of no where, I hear a voice say "excuse me" with an infliction that hinted at the fact that they didn't really care. I braced my self thinking, 'No way, there just isn't anywhere for me to move, find a different path'... When &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*WHAM&lt;/strong&gt;* I get knocked down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ok so they shoved me and seeing as I literally only had the one spot for my feet I got tangled and couldn't keep my blance and fell backwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;At least my brothers were standing behind me. I mean I knocked into Jacob really hard. But ya know not as bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But this evil twit who shoved me just stops right where I had been standing. My brothers braced me and stood me back up and made a slight adjustment so I had a place to put my feet but she and her little posse just stood there. Josh flipped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He literally snapped, I mean Josh is a mellow guy but I guess you don't knock his sister over and not even look to see if she's alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Are you kidding me? No. Keep moving" he says and grabs the twit's backpack. She spins around, knocking into more people all offended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Move where?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He just points and says 'That way' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"There are people over there." (Brillant one this evil twit from hades)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"There are people &lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;." I snap at her. She just gives me this 'oh please' look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Josh was still hoppin mad. "There isn't room here, people moved from over there, keep going." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Did you just grab my backpack?" She suddenly asks like that's the worst crime ever committed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(No ok, not super cool to grab a backpack but it was just to get her attention not like he yanked her off her feet... or ya know&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;knocked her off her feet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Keep moving." he just says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"That really rude, you just don't grab some one's bag" She looks to me like 'are you really with this guy'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"It's really rude to knock people down." I say, she responds with the 'oh please' look again. (Can I punch her now. I mean I don't get angry all that often but man oh man please can I?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think she got a look at the situtation and realized there are three quite large people (two males) mad at her right now and she is there with her group of two tiny females and one little emo boy. Ok new tactic. Get on the big girl's side of things, get her to feel for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"That's just what a concert is, yesterday I was watchin a band and this girl in front of me kept flicking her hair into my face. You just deal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;..............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Seriously?!?! You think getting smacked in the face with someone's hair, while not nice is the same as knocking people over in your quest to be closer to the bloody stage?!?!?! Ok fist is forming.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Little emo dude is trying to calm everyone down, I don't think he wanted to defend his friend's honor against my brothers. Finally she just turns around (Her and her stupid backpack) and trys to ignore us. I guess it was hard to do because she kept shooting dirty looks over her shoulder at us, she started talking to the people around us about the rudeness of some people at these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am not cool anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I still want to punch this twit, and all her friends, I want to take out all the stupid sitting people and on top of all that I am standing with my feet on top of each other cause I have no room and I'm leaning really far back because of her stupid bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I lost it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I freaked out. I admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The breathing turned to wheezing and I was getting tears in my eyes and I was literally freaking out. I turned to my brothers said "Give me the bags" (we were smart and had our bags at our feet) and said "I can't take it, I'm freaking out. I'm out" and waited for them to part. Jacob seemed shocked but I was seriously gonna start punching and puking and screaming. I had to get out of there. Josh grabbed the bags from Jacob and started to leave, I told him he didn't have to move but he just made a path for me to get out of there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gotta say people are much nicer about moving when you are leaving and crying and hyperventilating. They smile at you like 'aw poor little lamb' and move for you. Annoying but it worked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We got out of the crowd and I am crying a bit more cause I feel so bad making Josh miss the show, but I can't talk about it, I can't freaking breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He opens the chair we had with us and tells me to sit, asks if I want a drink. I just shook my head trying to calm down. I really didn't want to throw up but that seemed like what I was going to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ANYWAY... I finally calmed down and the show started which was making me cry (ya know tears running down my cheeks, not sobbing) cause I am making Josh miss the show, but he said it was ok he had been just about to send the stupid twit crowd surfing. Show was awesome, but I didn't get to watch it from the place that I had wanted too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Suffice it to say I apparently can't handle large crowds cause once I was out of that I was able to cool out. Sorta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I still feel bad for making Josh move, though I did tell him he could stay. And I wish I hadn't let that stupid twit get to me but.... what are ya gonna do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That was a kinda crappy way to end what had been such a great festival. But we still go to see the Lips. So all's well that ends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What's your opinion? Did I freak out or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(wow that was a long story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-3322847686811171195?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3322847686811171195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=3322847686811171195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3322847686811171195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3322847686811171195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-which-i-freak-out.html' title='In which I freak out'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-8762035289455785512</id><published>2009-07-22T10:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:26:37.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I couldn't help but laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SmcqOFFnXjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JKqTvSvhaQU/s1600-h/theweird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361300302780128818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SmcqOFFnXjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JKqTvSvhaQU/s400/theweird.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so while at this festival, We got to see lots of really awesome things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Good bands, good art, good food...etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And then.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There was the not so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Unless you wanted a laugh. And oh man did I laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't know if these people genuinely thought, hey this paisley print top with these leopard print &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;capri&lt;/span&gt; and yellow sunglasses are a good look, or if they just blindly grabbed what was handy. Maybe they dressed that way because they &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; it would be sure to draw attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What ever the case, it certainly got mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Those are just the few pictures I managed to capture, I didn't really snap too many weird outfit pics the second day. And some are far more weird than others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Weird egg decoration in the hair... odd but not too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Weird rose printed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;onesie&lt;/span&gt; body suit with black &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pleather&lt;/span&gt; micro mini and white fur vest with hair in a pony straight from the top..... that was my elusive character. She was fast and I just wanted &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; good shot that would capture her.... uniqueness. I told Josh as he was chuckling at my attempts to capture this mystical creature that I felt like what those people trying to catch 'Bigfoot' must feel like. You just won't believe the story unless you see the proof... I &lt;em&gt;MUST&lt;/em&gt; have proof!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Funny funny funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thank you random people dressed in various and silly ways. You make me oh so happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Next post... my &lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt; story from pitchfork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-8762035289455785512?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8762035289455785512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=8762035289455785512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8762035289455785512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8762035289455785512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-which-i-couldnt-help-but-laugh.html' title='In which I couldn&apos;t help but laugh'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SmcqOFFnXjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JKqTvSvhaQU/s72-c/theweird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-5855381226298268065</id><published>2009-07-21T11:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:00:52.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I hear some music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SmX8E1KByoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BklD9BVqlAw/s1600-h/pitchfork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360968091373259394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SmX8E1KByoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BklD9BVqlAw/s400/pitchfork.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Just a few pics from the fun that was had there at Pitchfork Festival '09!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It was surprisingly cool all weekend, and who wasn't prepared?? Yeah that's right, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ok so I took some jeans and leggings so that way I wouldn't be as cold but did I wear them? Nope sure didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ah well it was still really fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If you want a fun music filled weekend, then Pitchfork in Chicago is a really good choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If you plan it right, or don't mind missing a few bands, you even have time to see some of Chicago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We didn't really have that option, unless we wanted to be up and going at like 6 in the morning, but that's because of the train we had to catch to get into Chicago. Not complaining, just kinda wanted to see Navy Pier but maybe it'll happen another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It was lots of fun and lots of really good music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And I gotta say, I do enjoy getting to spend time like that with my brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-5855381226298268065?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5855381226298268065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=5855381226298268065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/5855381226298268065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/5855381226298268065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-which-i-hear-some-music.html' title='In which I hear some music'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SmX8E1KByoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BklD9BVqlAw/s72-c/pitchfork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-1412364686644336362</id><published>2009-07-15T15:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:58:12.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The theater, the theater....</title><content type='html'>Oh how I love the theater!!!! Not only do they let me watch WICKED awesome movies such as Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, they also give me peeks at what is to come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But let's stick with the Harry Potter review for now....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I loved it! I gotta say I really enjoy David Yates directing style (he also directed HP5) I think he/the screenplay writer have done a fabulous job of fitting as much of the story line in as they can. You gotta admit that they are big books so it's no easy task. The only thing left out of 5 that I missed was the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;quidditch&lt;/span&gt; (I mean come on! Ron is the King in that one! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Weasley&lt;/span&gt; is our King!) and the only thing that I wished they had covered more in this one are the '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;horcruxes&lt;/span&gt;' what each one is/could be. Thing is I think they figure most people that watch these movies are also fans of the books, so not EVERY TINY THING needs to be covered. But I think it just would have saved time for the next films. Now it looks like Harry and pals will have to 'figure' it out all on their own. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having said that, I loved everything else about this movie. I loved &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt; even more this one. I think most people will agree that the original &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt; was&lt;em&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;but seeing as he passed... well this new one has been growing on me more each film and I gotta say this one, he was just about the perfect '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt;' for me. A nice combo of spry wit and old age showing through. I like that, when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt; makes those off the wall comments that just make you blink in surprise... It's just great! And you may not like him, but you gotta admit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Albus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dumbledore's&lt;/span&gt; got &lt;em&gt;style!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids are as great as ever, and I do so love goofy Harry/Ron! When they have both taken a potion (R&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; a love one, Harry the luck one) they are so.... so..... Just so funny. I love getting to see silly sides! And they do great jobs of behaving in believable ways. Poor Hermione just can't seem to catch a break when it comes to love! And I loved her story about her dad needing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stitches&lt;/span&gt;! Makes me laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really do believe that this movie is one of the best so far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It does make me sad to say... only two more to go. (But at least I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; say two yay that!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my squealing..I think I might have actually squealed out loud with my unbelievable joy when I saw/figured out what sneak peek trailer I was watching.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited about Percy Jackson and the Lightening Thief!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't even &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that was going to be made into a movie! You just wouldn't believe how excited I was to learn of that. It was possibly the most exciting thing for me that night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I say that and maybe you are thinking to your self... what kind of crap is that. Kid goes to see the midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince and she didn't even enjoy it as much as a trailer? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not saying that at all! It's just that I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; I was going to be watching Harry Potter, I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; what to expect in that movie, I mean I've read the books how many times?? But the &lt;em&gt;trailer&lt;/em&gt; that was a complete and &lt;em&gt;TOTAL&lt;/em&gt; surprise! So it was the most exciting bit of the night. Not necessarily my favorite part of the night, but the most.... well surprising! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all a really great time to be had with me mum and pally Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-1412364686644336362?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1412364686644336362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=1412364686644336362' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1412364686644336362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1412364686644336362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/theater-theater.html' title='The theater, the theater....'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-748880126199132034</id><published>2009-06-26T15:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:07:23.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok so i am lame...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;looking at other's blogs, where they talked about how they possibly wanted their hair made me want to look at pictures of how i wanted to do &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ok first... this is how I was thinking of doing my hair for sarah's wedding...&lt;/span&gt;&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;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351743860901987746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SkU2r83wxaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IB2MkKVn0AA/s200/hairforwed2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351743863379066578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SkU2sGGV_tI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EUqj3oIob18/s200/hairforwed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and then this is kinda how i would like to do &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;short hair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;alice cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351745245842238930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SkU38kLP7dI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ipyaFJZZo8o/s200/AliceCullen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;inspired by alice (kind of a play on her hair)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351743868978898722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SkU2sa9cpyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/zqjfaUoLre4/s200/alicestyle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and here is another choice... i actually like the thick line of bangs, doubly so with the messy layers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351743872359026578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SkU2snjVT5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/h6OTAe4KvvA/s200/shortyhair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so what do you think??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-748880126199132034?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/748880126199132034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=748880126199132034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/748880126199132034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/748880126199132034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-so-i-am-lame.html' title='Ok so i am lame...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SkU2r83wxaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IB2MkKVn0AA/s72-c/hairforwed2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-5762644815545856675</id><published>2009-06-16T21:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:28:20.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There are days....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.... when I just like to be silly and take tons of quizzes on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. For example, tonight I took a bunch about '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soulmates&lt;/span&gt;' and such. Kinda funny... and oddly what I would want actually. Which is a little spooky, but not that realistic. I mean these quizzes are usually 5 questions long, how accurate can they be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But doing that did make me.... well a little sad. Course that could also be from all the friends and family getting married lately. And here is little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' me single as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not so much that I need a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;significant&lt;/span&gt; other, it's that it would be nice to have a special someone who shares a more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;intimate&lt;/span&gt; aspect of your life. Also I can't help but seem to want more out of my life.... I want an actual career, not a job that is just something I do for cash, but something that I enjoy and actually chose to do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hence&lt;/span&gt; some more school this fall. I would actually like a home of my own. Not a rental-type of thing, but a home. One in which I can do what I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that comes from the bathroom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;remod&lt;/span&gt; that's been going on here at home. I'm not saying that I want to do the bathroom differently from how it's being done. I'm saying that I want my own to do anything I want. Purple carpet, red walls, green ceilings, blue furniture... ya know anything (by the way would NEVER combine those things... I was just throwing that out there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think... and this is a rather shocking thing for me... but I think I'm actually growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've matured and now want things that are more adult. Which is just surprising as all get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there it is. I was super surprised when one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;csm's&lt;/span&gt; at work tonight said she was surprised to learn that I wasn't her age. I asked why and she said I am just so mature she assumed that I was older than 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blew my mind, I can honestly say that the number of people who have said that I was mature for my age is oh...... about 1 now. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;... I'm not really I have a very high immaturity level)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But knowing how I have been feeling lately... maybe I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; getting more mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was bound to happen at some point. (Don't worry it's not to very serious yet I still have lots of silliness in me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-5762644815545856675?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5762644815545856675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=5762644815545856675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/5762644815545856675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/5762644815545856675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/there-are-days.html' title='There are days....'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-557812962498931662</id><published>2009-06-08T11:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:25:04.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Hey hi.... how's it going? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;It's been way, way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;waaaaaaaaaay&lt;/span&gt; too long since I've blogged on here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Not really any excuses either. Just haven't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;First I didn't have anything I wanted to say, then I couldn't seem to find the time, and well..... just haven't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;So here is a quick run down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Work has been an almost everyday type of thing, which is good in the money sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Had a girl's day with Grandma, Aunt Donna and momma, shopped, watched a movie, ate and laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Watched a couple of movies with my friends, not to mentioned played some good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' RB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Been trying to find bridesmaid gowns for pal-y Sarah's wedding, finally got those ordered this weekend which is good..... still have to find the shoes though.... gonna have to look around for those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Still trying to find an outfit for pal-y Lindsay's reception, got some cute bottoms but haven't figured out a top yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Went to a couple of wedding-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; functions, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; party and a bridal shower... that was all in one day too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Re-modeling the bathroom..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so I've only helped along about 1/6 of the progress... my brother has been pretty much heading up this project and he has completed most of the work, mom has done everything else that he hasn't. I am just a big slacker. I did help come up one of the major colors though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;So those are the things that are happening around me right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Next weekend is to go like this.... Free day-Friday, Wedding/reception-Saturday, Fireworks trip?-Sunday.... the trip, the trip, if nothing else I do believe my brothers are going to go and I'll hitch along with them but they had been wanting it to be a big group of people cousins and uncles and fathers and whatnot, so who knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I can't really think of anything else to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;This whole thing hasn't been very witty or even funny.... just thought I'd do a little catching up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-557812962498931662?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/557812962498931662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=557812962498931662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/557812962498931662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/557812962498931662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/so.html' title='So.....'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-3440242689753726274</id><published>2009-04-29T22:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:06:48.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There must be something in the air...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;First a blog writer that I enjoy reading (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cjane&lt;/span&gt;) was too sick to write a proper blog (you should read that post it's funny) and now I am feeling all crappy too!! Not nice at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I could blame the new job which exposes me to other sickies not to mention all their money which is coated in germs no doubt. But I've been leading a very sheltered existence lately so work has also forced me out into the world where I've been forced outside where the pollen can get me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So either I've caught something from an evil customer who shared far to much of themselves, or the outside world has struck me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Either way I've got a sore throat, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ucky&lt;/span&gt; cough and sore ears too. (Personally I'm thinking outside world... feels like a sinus infection to me I've had enough of those to know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyway, I don't know if any of you have noticed but I am a &lt;em&gt;bit&lt;/em&gt; of a complainer.... it's how I do... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anywho&lt;/span&gt;.... I complain a &lt;em&gt;lot!!&lt;/em&gt; But I've been trying to keep the whining to a minimum.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now I look back at this post and realize that I've failed horribly.... when I feel it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to blog about being sick I am obviously complaining freely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So sad (pathetic sad, not ya know... heart wrenching sad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh well.... just how I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt; (cough cough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;. maybe it has something to do with the sickness... but I am having the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aboslute&lt;/span&gt; hardest time spelling correctly tonight.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt; must look into this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-3440242689753726274?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3440242689753726274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=3440242689753726274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3440242689753726274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3440242689753726274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/04/there-must-be-something-in-air.html' title='There must be something in the air...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-5120250123773212983</id><published>2009-04-24T12:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:19:25.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha! Who knew I was such a genius?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I never knew it, I mean I &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; knew it. Complete surprise to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So I've been working on a story, have most of it written really... but I decided it needed re-working.  Rules changed, circumstances and what not, even a few characters changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;At first I thought I was a big idiot for even attempting to change my story which was rather complicated and involved anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SURPRISE!!! Turns out what I've wanted to change has worked out quite brilliantly. See genuis! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just never knew how utterly brilliant I was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well I'm off to continue my great stroke of brillance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-5120250123773212983?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5120250123773212983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=5120250123773212983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/5120250123773212983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/5120250123773212983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/04/ha-who-knew-i-was-such-genius.html' title='Ha! Who knew I was such a genius?!'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-9111561271288979930</id><published>2009-04-20T18:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:44:46.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well it's finally offical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I am once again a Wal-mart employee. Glad for the job and money.... not so excited about having to go through all the training agian... well no &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the training but still enough that it's a pain in the butt. Still it's a job and that makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;They kept me in the dark as to where exactly I would be working. Now that has been revealed to me too, I am to be a cashier. It was debated whether I would be a Garden Center cashier (which I kinda wanted) and a regular cashier, so ya know... now I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So, I guess that's all I got. Supper is ready and I'm hungry for a yummy burger and FUNYUNS!! Oh how I love me some funyuns!! Yumer yumer yumer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Alright...Lates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-9111561271288979930?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/9111561271288979930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=9111561271288979930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/9111561271288979930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/9111561271288979930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-its-finally-offical.html' title='Well it&apos;s finally offical'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-2244396781706851390</id><published>2009-04-17T16:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:19:19.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How vast and deep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;OCEAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;An ocean (from the Greek Okeanos 'oceanus') is a major body of saline water fresh water, and a principal component of the hydrosphere. Approximately 72% of the Earth's surface (an ocean of some 361 million square kilometer) is covered by ocean, a continuous body of water that is customarily divided into several principal oceans and smaller seas. More than half of this area is over 3,000 meteres (9,800 ft) deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Isn't that amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;More to this random-ness later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-2244396781706851390?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2244396781706851390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=2244396781706851390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2244396781706851390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2244396781706851390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-vast-and-deep.html' title='How vast and deep...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-8747344801031070484</id><published>2009-04-15T14:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:02:43.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh so very very yummy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SeaRhPz8U6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/mQeYV2te1Xg/s1600-h/lovinghand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325103609778295714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SeaRhPz8U6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/mQeYV2te1Xg/s200/lovinghand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SeaRgzTZJOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/d-qdrfqgAlE/s1600-h/darcybnw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325103602125579490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SeaRgzTZJOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/d-qdrfqgAlE/s200/darcybnw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do so love me some Pride and Prej. I mean it's is one of my favorite books. So good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I found a 'continuing tale' entitled Mr. and Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Two Shall Become One. Oh my word so good. Sharon Lathan is so talented. Not only did she gracefully combine the two stories, making it seem like something Jane Austen her self could have written, she does it in such a way that it still gives her her own voice. Really good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only and I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; mean only, downside to this novel is that it's only the first one, there are two that have scheduled releases coming up soon-ish and more to come after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya know, having to wait is a real bummer but hey what are you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very very good, and not only that she has her own website (as many author's do) and it has fun things for all to enjoy as well! &lt;a href="http://www.darcysaga.net/"&gt;http://www.darcysaga.net/&lt;/a&gt; check it out if you are a fan, see all the fun things you can see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp I'm off. Gots to find something else fun to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lates!&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/4222598244788924567-8747344801031070484?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8747344801031070484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=8747344801031070484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8747344801031070484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8747344801031070484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Oh so very very yummy!'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SeaRhPz8U6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/mQeYV2te1Xg/s72-c/lovinghand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-7273564057973177759</id><published>2009-04-11T09:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:42:33.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter and stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I don't know if you have noticed, but I seem to have blog a.d.d. in that I just can't seem to leave the background alone. It's &lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thecutestblogontheblock&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt; 's fault. They have so many cute options I just can't stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;diggin&lt;/span&gt; this one right now though, so it'll probably be awhile before I change it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I think it's got a nice spring vibe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flowin&lt;/span&gt; through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So I don't know if it was my subconscious mind's way of reminding me that Easter was here when I had forgotten, but I had a wicked weird dream. (Nothing new there eh?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm not going to go into the details, not the point of this entry (don't know that if it actually has a purpose but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whatev&lt;/span&gt;) my point is, isn't the brain odd.  It does what it can to help us even if we do have a few misgivings about it.  Good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' brain. Further proof that it wants us to succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I think I am now done rambling in my sleep befuddled state. (Just thought I was due to blog and this was all I could think of to talk about)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Oh and ...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-7273564057973177759?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7273564057973177759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=7273564057973177759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/7273564057973177759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/7273564057973177759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-and-stuff.html' title='Easter and stuff'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-8543469450329137723</id><published>2009-04-08T15:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:58:49.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The best laid plans...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Anyone who knows me, probably knows exactly how reliable I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Well I guess I should qualify that... I can be extremely reliable when it comes to certain matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;But then on others...... well..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I've had several plans ruminating in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' noggin of mine. And this past Saturday I put another one in there. I came up with an idea for a scrapbook type of project. I really want to make these things!!! (And no I won't say what it is... there are people out there who it WILL remain a surprise for!) Thing is... I have several other things I need to do before I can do the fun things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So here is what I do. I make lists... lots of lists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Current list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Edit Jess' paper. --- Dishes at Sarah's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Clean room. --- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Clean anything. --- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Clean for Cheryl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Work on story. --- Work on scraping project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;You see my problem. I make a list and just don't follow through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I've started a couple of them. But..... I can almost guarantee that the entire list won't get finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Ah if only I was more reliable. What are ya gonna do??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;. called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt; since writing this.... the whole process is just dumb!! Makes me not want to job.... well almost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;p.p.s oooh!! Look at that!!! One more item off the list!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-8543469450329137723?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8543469450329137723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=8543469450329137723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8543469450329137723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/8543469450329137723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-laid-plans.html' title='The best laid plans...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-1442929496125854902</id><published>2009-04-01T17:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:31:29.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interviews.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So I had an interview with....(sigh) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Don't get me wrong... I would love a job, I just.... is it evil to say I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; didn't want to work for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt; again, and now that I've admitted it out loud at least more than once, I probably won't get the job. It's not so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt;, or the job (cashier in L&amp;amp;G) it's.... I dunno, I guess it's that I've done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt; and I know that it's not something that easily leads to bigger and better ya know? Then again most jobs that I've had don't exactly lead to that so.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Anyway on with the complaining... yes complaining.... I feel that my blog has become a place for me to vent my feelings, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; good or bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I knew some of the people going in, I mean hello I worked at that store half a year and shopped there besides, yeah I should know some of the people. So that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, kinda nice actually. But I hate stupid interviews. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The questions are supposedly designed to find out how good you are at teamwork, multi-tasking, handling responsibility... stuff like that. Questions like give me a time when you were working with a team, what was hard about it, what did/could you do to make it better, what did you learn from it all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I mean, the heck?!?! Could we make this any harder? Not to mention, anyone can make up a story to paint themselves in a good light, and you wouldn't know that they are actually a really bad person to have working for you until they are causing you problems, or someone could stammer all over their answer and sound incompetent and in truth they are dedicated employees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I get that they have to try and weed people out some how, but I seriously hate those type of questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Don't know if I got the job. Who cares that I worked for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; for more than a year, who cares that I've done this exact type of job for around 5 years. It all depends on if the stupid computer thinks that I answered the questions well enough to go ahead and hire me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;*sigh* why couldn't I have heard from the library. I really want that job. I mean really really really want that job. But it's probably already filled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Oh well... such is the life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And again don't get me wrong, if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt; wants to hire me, I'm all for it.... just feeling anxiety over it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-1442929496125854902?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1442929496125854902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=1442929496125854902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1442929496125854902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1442929496125854902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/04/interviews.html' title='Interviews.....'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-975967054347551760</id><published>2009-03-31T18:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:37:49.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My day is just not complete...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;.....unless I've caused some sort of trouble for someone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I feel so much better!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Which means?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!  ehh??? any one?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;That's right! I... without even being there (well at least not at the exact moment of the evilness I've wrought) I have tortured Sarah's fragile &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; mind!!! Muahahahah!! Heh!  That's what she gets for putting the info in &lt;em&gt;MY&lt;/em&gt; mind in the first place!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Now..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Who can I torture tomorrow?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-975967054347551760?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/975967054347551760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=975967054347551760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/975967054347551760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/975967054347551760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-day-is-just-not-complete.html' title='My day is just not complete...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-3302670267944401367</id><published>2009-03-30T18:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:43:42.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it odd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Just when I start to give up all hope, a little ray of sunshine peeks through the clouds and causes a little blossom of hope to unfurl it's petals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So there are no sure fire guarantees in life, but there are some fun little surprises sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Even if said surprises aren't exactly what we were looking for, they are usually something we can enjoy, and just maybe the path to something better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Isn't it just a little odd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-3302670267944401367?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3302670267944401367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=3302670267944401367' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3302670267944401367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3302670267944401367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/isnt-it-odd.html' title='Isn&apos;t it odd...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-1538957130815476202</id><published>2009-03-17T15:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:47:22.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I do love you so!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling very spring-y today, not like I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a spring, but very much in love with spring, spring-y. You see the difference now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to wear half my wardrobe because the colors were just all wrong. When I finally decided on a good spring-ish top I had to dress it up with my new necklace! SOOO cute!! Also took a page from that cutie Elizabeth K. and gave myself a headband. Just needed something cute for the hair ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup definetly spring time! And if you need further proof you should listen to the first song on my music play list. If nothing else you'll get a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I chose the green color in honor of st. patty's.... can anyone explain this tradition to me? Why do people get pinched if they don't wear the color?? It's just beyond me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ok so St. Patrick's color is actually blue, so you see we shouldn't even wear green (techinally) but I guess enough Irish people would wear shamrocks and call it 'wearing the green' and that's how that got started. But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the pinching??!?! Still so lost on that front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You just might be shocked to know that while selecting my spring outfit I did NOT choose any green. (and I'm a girl who likes her green clothes) But I say I was safe for I have a green purse! Well, and I further provided safeguards against pinching fingers by wearing blue and yellow, and anyone who knows their color wheel knows that blue and yellow make green! You see!!!! I was safe all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Welp I'm off to see if I can't find a few pretty spring flowers to capture pictures of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(humming the chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-1538957130815476202?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1538957130815476202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=1538957130815476202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1538957130815476202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1538957130815476202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/ah-spring.html' title='Ah, Spring!'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-6457308300489768229</id><published>2009-03-17T09:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:02:57.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it be known,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;through out all the land....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I am going to get my self in gear!!! Seriously! I am! I'm gonna exercise, cause I really need it. I'm gonna try harder for those jobs, cause I really need one, and I'm gonna stop being such a lazy bum!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;SERIOUSLY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*to any heavenly powers that be... could ya maybe help me out a little? Please?!?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-6457308300489768229?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6457308300489768229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=6457308300489768229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/6457308300489768229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/6457308300489768229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-it-be-known.html' title='Let it be known,'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-7786375675165070298</id><published>2009-03-13T12:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:55:59.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all on the list...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Step one: respond like the true fan that I am (I've been slacking) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHECK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Step two: edit the story like I promised about four months ago (I am the worst person ever!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHECK-ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Step three: clean the room that's needed it for a really really long time (it only ever got cursory cleanings)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;again the cursory work continues, at least I started again though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Step four: Start typing! (I have about three story starts that I've been wanting on the computer I'm just to lazy to type it up *plus I owe an update*) can't even put a faint check on this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Step five: Blog...blog...blog! (if this thing is even going to be worth having I MUST blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; working on that check right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Step six: Gots ta head to my paying gig! *at 5* (But let it be known!! I told her she didn't have to pay me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ok I think I'm out of steps, but that's the current list. I'm sure there are others who would like me to add more to it (my mother for example would most likely like me to add cleaning the toy-D room but ya know.... we'll see, maybe that will be a surprise step)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;If you can think of any steps I might need to add let me know! It might be important!! Ok off to try and make a bigger dent on two or three (I really want to have three done I just don't want to have to do it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lates&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-7786375675165070298?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7786375675165070298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=7786375675165070298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/7786375675165070298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/7786375675165070298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-all-on-list.html' title='It&apos;s all on the list...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-6970537933543228645</id><published>2009-03-03T12:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:56:15.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a slacker and that's ok, I sleep all night and I sleep all day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Anyone? anyone? Monty Python?? Ok so I took a few liberties with it.... ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It's still true. I am SUH-&lt;em&gt;LAC-&lt;/em&gt;KING!! Last post about v-day... have I no pride??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ok I have pride I just haven't really had anything to blog about. It would help if anything ever happened in my life. But pretty much it's always the same day in, day out. And not really any of it is exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;What's a kid to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Well, it still holds true, nothing new to report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I guess I can tell you that Valentine's day was really fun, lots and lots of laughter. The baby shower, also fun. Miss got lots of cute stuff for baby Mackenzie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Saw her and Ben, Brad and Linz, and Sarah and her cousin Melissa this weekend. We all went out to eat at the mexican place here in town, Love that rice and cheese man! Again lots of laughter.  So that was some fun to be had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;After diner Sarah, Melissa, Lindsay and I all went back to Sarah's for some more fun. They like to torture me they do. Picking on me! So cruel! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Anyway, that's it. Not really much of anything else to report. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;See... I told you nothing happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So what is a kid to blog ABOUT?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I guess about nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sorry for the rambling.... but it'll probably happen again so ya know, there it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-6970537933543228645?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6970537933543228645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=6970537933543228645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/6970537933543228645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/6970537933543228645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-slacker-and-that.html' title='I&apos;m a slacker and that&apos;s ok, I sleep all night and I sleep all day...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-3953248181468127973</id><published>2009-02-12T19:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:17:52.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gots&lt;/span&gt; a new phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little undecided actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry phone. It's not that it's not cool. It's more that I've been helping mom figure out stuff on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hers&lt;/span&gt; and well... now I like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hers&lt;/span&gt;. Mine is fun too though! Don't get me wrong. I got an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;enV&lt;/span&gt;2 and it's neat-o! I love the keyboard, wasn't sure I would, but I do. I just need to play around with it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gots&lt;/span&gt; to figure out where everything is. I'll really like it when I have all of my music on it. That will be even more fun, I enjoy getting to use mom's phone to listen to music so it'll be fun to do the same with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we'll see in a few weeks time. I'll probably love it! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; already love it more than my old phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note...Valentine's day is this weekend. As we all know... I'm pathetically single, but a group of friends/family is getting together and going out to eat. So Saturday is going out to eat with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday is one of said friend's baby shower! So that will be fun too. Busy busy weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Welp&lt;/span&gt; I'm off to play with the fun some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-3953248181468127973?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3953248181468127973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=3953248181468127973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3953248181468127973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3953248181468127973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/yay.html' title='Yay!!'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-2656634198443030522</id><published>2009-02-06T13:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:27:02.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning day... *eesh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ok... I admit it.... I can be really organized. I &lt;em&gt;can!&lt;/em&gt; But usually.... not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of late.... yeah not really at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But .... and it's been a long time comin'... cleaning day is finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean so far it's going ok, it's starting to look like a habitable room again... but I bet I could be doing a far superior job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I buckled down and really got too it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee..... we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it does get cleaned completely I'll take a pic and post it!! Maybe that'll be insentive for me to really hunker down and get to it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;....................probably not though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-2656634198443030522?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2656634198443030522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=2656634198443030522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2656634198443030522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2656634198443030522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/cleaning-day-eesh.html' title='Cleaning day... *eesh*'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-2706519540094677988</id><published>2009-02-04T08:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:59:53.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dishes, Dresses and Drifting Snow.... oh my?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So let's do a quick run down of the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Friday &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; got over to Sarah's to do the cleaning I said I would do. Played a little P.o.p first then got down to business. I was proud of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; I got done, but I kinda felt like I should have been able to do more.But Sarah was pleased so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;all's&lt;/span&gt; well and all that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Later went out to Lindsay's we got some food for several of the people who work with her fiance and of course ourselves. *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt; Joe's* then we went shopping at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;. When we got back we decided to play a little RB, and that again it was time for make-overs!! I don't know why we like to completely change our look on the game from time to time, but we do. Sarah was going to come out but it was rather late, she was tired, we were tired so I just headed back. Not to mention we had to get up early the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Saturday, when we were up bright and early, we headed off to Farina for bridesmaid dress shopping. Let me just get this off my chest right off the bat... It would have been a total fun filled day if I were a size 12, just a size 12. 14 wouldn't have been that bad but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OOOOHHHH&lt;/span&gt; NO! I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; in that size frame. It's just wrong! The first place had lovely people working there and a nice range in style and color of dresses but not in sizes. Oh they would order a lot of different sizes but they didn't carry samples of those sizes in their store. Which is just wrong. I'm not saying have every dress in each size in your store, but try to have a dress size in each style. Is &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; so hard. Then you at least get a better idea of what 'dress x' looks like because 'dress g' has a similar build. I mean come on!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway the second place we tried, on a whim. Wasn't so bad. One it was close to closing time, two we didn't have an appointment. So the people were nice, just not right there wanting to help us all the way. Which ya know it was like 15 til closing, I don't fault them. They at least carried dresses in a more varied of sizes. But we didn't really find what we were looking for there. *Sigh* So next Saturday we are going to a D.B., as far as we know they tend to carry a much more varied size in dresses so that will be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now that's not to say we didn't have a good time, we were goofing around in the car with the camera. Just taken silly pics. And we always joke around, so the whole trip was fun, just would have been that much better if we could have worn some dresses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway, I went out to Lindsay's with her, we watched some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; with Mr. Bradley. Later when Sarah came out we watched a movie, had some chili and played a little RB finally!! She got to see our new looks! It was fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sunday was the big game day, you know the finale in football, yeah apparently there is a big stink over saying which bowl it is but I think you know what I mean. Didn't go anywhere or do anything really. Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;stayed&lt;/span&gt; here with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;, had some pizza and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wienies&lt;/span&gt;. Watched the game, wasn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; interested in who won or who lost. But it was a good game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nothing really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;, dad was home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt; to make his room look nice for the guy who was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bringin&lt;/span&gt; over his new machine. I've already forgotten what it's called but, it keeps you breathing while you sleep. We went out to eat together but really it was a pretty low key day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt; now we come to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tuesday, snow day for mom, so she was home. Lindsay text me about a possible job at Bradley's work that I need to apply for. I'm all for it. BUT at about the same time, a friend and co-worker of my mom's called and told her about a possible job opening. I really hope I get this one. Not that B's place of work would be bad, but I'd love to work in an office if I could, not to mention I would pretty much be hired on as full time right away, not as a temp. I'll take whatever I get, don't get me wrong. Just if I had a choice, I want the 8-5, no weekends job. Eh just me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So anyway mom and I decided we better put an app in right away, we want to be first!!! So we decided, after having lunch with papa that we would head out. Well some of us (ME) had to fix their hair so they looked pretty. (What I want to make a good impression) So took the time to do that, print out my resume and then off we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Effingbird&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And OH MY GOSH!!!! The drifts were &lt;em&gt;horrible&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; not the whole way, but bad enough, plus snow was being blown around so there was no visibility. As always there were a few jerks on the road. You know the ones, they never drive properly but it's even worse in bad conditions. Yeah they were out in full force. Sad! But mom and I had an alright time, after filling out the app, we headed to Wally world for some stuff, she got stuff for her valentines and a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt;, I got stuff for Missy's baby shower and some new books. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; BOOKS!!! We jammed out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt; on the way home (New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; ya know?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;All in all a somewhat busy time I've had. It's a good thing I don't have a job yet cause I would have been swamped!! But I do hope I get one soon!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Please hire me places I'm applying too!! PLEASE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh and just for fun... here are a couple of the pics from out camera session!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(I include them both so you can see both of the lovely girls!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SYm1MqzdOPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XpJMGuyn3QA/s1600-h/totheright.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298965665831270642" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SYm1MqzdOPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XpJMGuyn3QA/s200/totheright.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SYm1Mf8LQdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Jq-RUblZAnA/s1600-h/totheleft.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298965662915051986" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SYm1Mf8LQdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Jq-RUblZAnA/s200/totheleft.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-2706519540094677988?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2706519540094677988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=2706519540094677988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2706519540094677988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2706519540094677988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/dishes-dresses-and-drifting-snow-oh-my.html' title='Dishes, Dresses and Drifting Snow.... oh my?'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SYm1MqzdOPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XpJMGuyn3QA/s72-c/totheright.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-5213323962041215912</id><published>2009-01-28T07:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:43:55.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Again I am a slacker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I was 'hired' to clean!! That's right I'm going to be a maid (really it's a job and I NEED one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this darned beautiful snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong I love snow! I mean I really love it! I would enjoy watching it fall all day long, but it makes it hard to get out. Heck even my poor brother couldn't get more than two car lengths down the drive. So how am &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; supposed to get my cleaning gig?? Huh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right! I &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt;! So I shall instead, sit here in the comfort of our home and try and find ways to entertain my self. Movies, games perhaps, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; and always the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' standby reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm slacking.... but I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; too! Nature dictates it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-5213323962041215912?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5213323962041215912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=5213323962041215912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/5213323962041215912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/5213323962041215912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/again-i-am-slacker.html' title='Again I am a slacker'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-6272484814958822043</id><published>2009-01-27T04:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T04:39:13.435-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evil wedding traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bigfoot'/><title type='text'>Curious.... very curious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just a random request...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mainly for Lilo, it was after all, her in the scenario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can people &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have me for their maid-of-honor and force me to take part in some ritual to bring unity and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;purification&lt;/span&gt; to their wedding/vows by 'hunting' Bigfoot in an industrial area with only laser tag equipment?? A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bigfoot&lt;/span&gt; I might add that looked like 'Harry and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Henderson's&lt;/span&gt;' big foot but was really really mean and evil, I mean this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bigfoot&lt;/span&gt; wanted to take us out and all we had were little puny toy guns that shot lasers that only registered on a few 'safe' dots on a small chest covering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bigfoot&lt;/span&gt; was wearing??   Not only all of &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; but can the blasted thing not, not not, not&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be led by my former team leader Scott???  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you and have a nice day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;. have I ever mentioned on here how very very &lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt; my dreams can be??  Perhaps that's pertinent information too know.  Ya know... for like the future and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pps&lt;/span&gt;. that was only a small portion of the dream too... the most pertinent part in my opinion at least for my blog today that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-6272484814958822043?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6272484814958822043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=6272484814958822043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/6272484814958822043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/6272484814958822043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/curious-very-curious.html' title='Curious.... very curious'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-1969590631028969109</id><published>2009-01-22T08:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:58:29.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well!  Aint that a -----!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's amazing what can change in the space of an hour....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The good mood is gone!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Long gone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I hate twists of fate... Ok not all twists of fate but this latest one was a low blow and it makes me quite sad!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Good bye job *sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-1969590631028969109?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1969590631028969109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=1969590631028969109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1969590631028969109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1969590631028969109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-at-that.html' title='Well!  Aint that a -----!'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-5157695759160885858</id><published>2009-01-22T07:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:59:05.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'And the pain shall be lifted from them....'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just a shorty here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just wanted to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The pain has abated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am comfortable with the guys, and the work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-5157695759160885858?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5157695759160885858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=5157695759160885858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/5157695759160885858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/5157695759160885858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-pain-shall-be-lifted-from-them.html' title='&apos;And the pain shall be lifted from them....&apos;'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-2293016512135998200</id><published>2009-01-20T08:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:33:43.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A very feeble 'yippee' for me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So today... last night?!?! How to put it... I guess last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So last night at work was much better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;No shouting matches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My 'job' was switched a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And I got to know the guys I work with a little better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;For precaution, I took some Back and Body pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; before going to try and help the minor soreness I was experiencing. It really did the trick. I felt really good when I got to work. Ready to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Did a lot of the same stuff, but now, as per Robbie's ( supervisor ) orders I'm to mainly put in shelves and drawers. So really I rarely and I do mean &lt;em&gt;rarely&lt;/em&gt; have to hang doors. And oddly enough my favorite kind to deal with were the corner cabinet doors. You only have to shove the top three and bottom hinges together, no adjusting the door... no screws involved. Not so bad really. (Their downfall is that they are again really tall doors) So pretty much everything else was clips, shelves, a few screws, maybe a short door or two and even fewer big doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;All in all not so bad of a night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We also had quite a bit of down time tonight, a drill broke... or something (???) Anyway due to that we had time to pretty much just sorta chat and try and look busy. You know, sweeping, filling bins, taking out the trash... that sort of thing. Anyway got to know them all a little better. Which is nice. Now I don't feel &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; awkward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ah... but the result of such a night...... MY LEGS ARE &lt;em&gt;KILLING&lt;/em&gt; ME!!!! My lower back too... but only a little. I haven't done this much squatting in... oh yeah... &lt;em&gt;NEVER!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So very very sore. And rather worn out. My last cabinet was just going south in a hurry. I didn't hardly have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;energy&lt;/span&gt; to raise the shelves into their clips. It was rather sad. But I got them all in and then it was time to go!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Horrah&lt;/span&gt;!!! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Oops&lt;/span&gt;, did I leave the doors and locks for someone else to put in??? Yeah I did, but the guys told me it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;... *in my defense*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So now, I'm typing this up while &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; still up. I am going to try and go see about setting the timer to record the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;inauguration&lt;/span&gt; *sigh*, take some more back and body drugs and Off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;la la&lt;/span&gt; land I go!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hopefully tomorrow will go even better... *fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-2293016512135998200?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2293016512135998200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=2293016512135998200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2293016512135998200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2293016512135998200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/very-feeble-yippee-for-me.html' title='A very feeble &apos;yippee&apos; for me...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-2832881428910074704</id><published>2009-01-19T05:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:23:02.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo and *HUGE Tears* for me.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I have chosen this sickly green color because I feel it matches me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Work was a dud... or I was a dud at work... that makes more sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm feeling very down in the mouth at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;A more pathetic creature I have never known than myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so maybe there were a few things that factored into the whole mess but really.... I am still pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Tonight was &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; night!! It was the&lt;em&gt; big show.&lt;/em&gt; And I blew it.... in so many way&lt;em&gt;s &lt;/em&gt;did I blow it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;First I set myself up somewhat for puniness...(is that a real word?? If not it should be!) I didn't eat supper before I went to work tonight. Mistake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;numero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;uno&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Second they set me up by giving me a task that I am apparently unable to do (who knew I was such a weakling... not I) My job was to mainly attach doors to really tall cabinets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Let me describe this in detail to you... thus you understand fully why this is beyond my abilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The cabinets are definitely more that six feet tall. (or maybe they are right at 6' &lt;em&gt;ft)&lt;/em&gt; The doors to these cabinets are no light weight things, they are in fact quite substantial. The process for hanging these doors is thus: Hold the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; heavy door with one hand while supporting it on one foot, aligning the hinges with screws (that hopefully you don't need to install because we didn't take the time for that step) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; now that the hinges are aligned with those screws we need to screw those screws in!! (it's in their nature to want to be screwed... it's what they are) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so take the air powered screwdriver (oh I hope you switched that from air nozzle to screwdriver cause well other wise you need to set down the door and we'll have to start all over) and let it rip! Show those screws who's boss..... what they aren't going into the hole?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;?? Well imagine that... that's because we can't just have the screws go readily into their holes, Oh no no no no no no.... You have to use force on those suckers... really push hard to get it to go! Got it??? You have that door hung yet???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yeah!!! Exactly!!! I mean... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so I am apparently a weenie... I mean I can lift the doors just fine, I can even hold them in place for someone else... but I can NOT hold it in place one handed/footed while using lots of force with the other hand to push the cabinet away from me. I just CAN'T!!! I'm sad and puny but there it is!!! Also somewhat in my defense I am rather short (5'6" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;?? &lt;em&gt;Maybe&lt;/em&gt; 5'7" not tall here kids) and those cabinets are tall.... or maybe they just seemed extra tall considering the awkwardness I was in! But still they are taller than me and trying to tighten a screw that's above your head under those conditions is very very hard! (at least for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; and another thing, it wasn't bad, but the place has a certain...... shall we say odor? It's the laminate, plus glue, plus ply-whatsit lacquer thinner or whatever. The smell (which I'll admit I can easily get used too) was a bit of a surprise, an unpleasant one at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So I choose the sickly green color because while I had been keeping up &lt;em&gt;fairly&lt;/em&gt; well, not setting any speed records here, I suddenly felt it... it was going to happen.....Something that hasn't happened in many years, so you could have forgotten what it feels like. But you don't. You can never forget what it feels like when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; FINE! I admit it.... I THREW UP, tossed my cookies, ate in reverse, shouted at the floor. Take your bloody pick!! But there it is.... Not only that but in front of... oh let's face it everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; not everyone everyone... but all the guys that I will most likely have to work with, not to mention my team leader &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; supervisor!! Can it get worse than that?? Anything else to make everything more mortifying?? Oh how about the fact that I didn't want to throw up in front of everyone so I tried to hold it in... and failed *&lt;strong&gt;GROSS WARNING HERE*&lt;/strong&gt; so there was a little on my shirt (only good thing, it was mostly liquid that time, ONLY good thing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;'That time?' you ask... oh my dear dear friends... there was more than one shouting match held.... luckily all the others were in the bathroom (THANK GOD!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;If it hadn't be so mortifying, I might have laughed at the look on the faces of my team leader and supervisor. It was like they didn't quite know what to do... help the person who is throwing up... keep well out of the way... choices choices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I am just so....... what's the word.... disappointed ( I guess that works ) I mean what a way to start your new job that you are so desperately needing. ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; no real bills to speak of although I'm sure mom would like to be repaid and receive reimbursement on that whooping text bill) Not to mention jobs aren't exactly up for grabs right now... I was really lucky to get this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Let's just all hope and pray that 1. I feel better tomorrow, 2. There are no repeat performances and 3. Nothing&lt;em&gt; worse&lt;/em&gt; happens next time I'm there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I mean really..... what could be worse.... (course now that I say that.........)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why oh why did tonight have to be such a complete and TOTAL failure??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-2832881428910074704?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2832881428910074704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=2832881428910074704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2832881428910074704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/2832881428910074704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/boo-and-huge-tears-for-me.html' title='Boo and *HUGE Tears* for me.....'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-259808833171443482</id><published>2009-01-15T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:58:14.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrah for me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That's right this is all about the greatness of me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you caught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not all about the greatness of me... I'm not so sure that type of statement can even apply to me. I mean seriously... Greatness of ME?!?! I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to get back on track here... I do feel very '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;horrah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for me' right now, not so much of anything I did. No no no... it's because of what I now get to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right kiddies... I have a job!! FINALLY!!! I know, I know... I've taken my sweet time about it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;em&gt;entirely&lt;/em&gt; my fault. I've applied at multiple places and they just didn't show an interest. But (and thanks goes to many people for this) Stevens Industries Inc. wants me and I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Lily for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;perjuring&lt;/span&gt; your self on my behest. Thanks Stevens people for wanting me in the first place. And.... Well.... Heck why not thanks to me huh?? I mean I'm the one that had to keep applying her self even though she kept receiving rejections... and I had to pass that &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt; pee test, that's right no drugs for me!!! By the by I HATE those things... It's not so much the having to pee it's that guys are much more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;equipped&lt;/span&gt; for that sort of thing. And well let's face it, they are a &lt;em&gt;little teeny tiny &lt;/em&gt;bit embarrassing. But ya know what?? It's worth it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have a job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have A job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE a job!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a JOB!!! I don't think there are any other ways to express my excitement over the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go out and randomly buy clothes now if the need strikes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can pay for more schooling... which &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but it's a necessary evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can even horde...er... save up all my money and maybe one day buy my self something real real nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The options are limitless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My excitement knows no bounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we'll see how I feel after the first few days... I've been out of the work loop for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we'll see how I feel in about six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only that really great guy would get around to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;introducing&lt;/span&gt; himself....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-259808833171443482?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/259808833171443482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=259808833171443482' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/259808833171443482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/259808833171443482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/horrah-for-me.html' title='Horrah for me!!'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-5988168032383082618</id><published>2008-12-19T01:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:01:18.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm slacking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's not my fault! Really it's not. I mean when the same things happen day in and day out what is there to blog about? (I'm speaking in rhymes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought to my self *as I frequently do* "Self what can we possibly blog about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I visited some of my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and read what they are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it's pretty simple. Most were talking about what they are thankful for. Makes sense to me seeing as it's Christmas time, a very nostalgic time of year. Leads one to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reminisce&lt;/span&gt; and well.... be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't I have been so clever as to think of this on my own??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Oh well at least the thought is there now right? Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loving family, even if they do try and make me watch National Lampoons Christmas Vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loving friends, even if they are leaving me the only one in a very very single status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our warm home. Good food. Beautiful Christmas decorations. Funny blogs. Fun online friends. Holiday cheer. Cute holiday movies. Fun times shopping with my family. Happy memories of holidays past. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hopeful&lt;/span&gt; dreams of holidays to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; memory and sadly my memory is failing a bit so it's not even one hundred percent clear, is the one where we had a ton of snow. Or so it seemed at least! We lived in our house on Walnut street and there are 5 or 6 semi-steep stairs that lead to the front porch. We scooped all the snow to one side of the stairs and packed it down nice and smooth. It was perfect! A million times better than any hill. Don't get me wrong sledding down a huge hill with a nice snowbank at the bottom for you to plow into is always great fun. But those stairs... HEAVEN! We ran up and down them all day! You slid down them so fast and then you only had to run up a few stairs to sled back down again. No trudging up a hill that takes 5 minutes to reach the top of and only 5 seconds to sled down. Not to mention that snow, having been packed down lasted at least two days! The best idea ever!! Now I'm not saying go out and cover half of your stairs with snow... in all truth it's probably not the safest thing we've ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was by far one of the most fun! I think that was also the year we kind of made an igloo... all the snow piled up from the drive being cleared we just tunneled in... but I'm not sure. But I DO know &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; sledding was AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... look at that. A nice long blog update. And not a picture to be seen. All it took was a little inspiration from some great blogger authors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't let me have all the fun.... What's your holiday thankful list, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wish list&lt;/span&gt;, favorite memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you have fun just thinking about it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-5988168032383082618?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5988168032383082618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=5988168032383082618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/5988168032383082618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/5988168032383082618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-im-slacking.html' title='So I&apos;m slacking...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-371082117077411435</id><published>2008-12-10T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:15:55.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally! It's craft hour!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's finally time to get these Christmas crafting down! It's taken me just about forever to get this on here. I had a hard time getting these photos on here but finally success is mine!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ok so there are three 'projects' if you want to call them that. They were pretty easy, although I only did one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;First we have a snowflake wreath. Second a button christmas tree. Third wooden letters spelling 'JOY'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SUBRFvQINkI/AAAAAAAAADA/cKxn4DshIRM/s1600-h/wreath1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278307922303530562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SUBRFvQINkI/AAAAAAAAADA/cKxn4DshIRM/s200/wreath1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; This is the one that I did. I just saw the supplies in a scrapbook store that my mom and I like to go too (Daisylane for those who wish to know. Mattoon Il) What I bought was the circle background and then there were several different types of cut outs to choose from. Seeing as it's christmas I went with the snowflakes. I paints the circle front and back a metallic blue and the snowflakes got a good covering of off white paint. Once everything was dry I used glue dots to apply the flakes to the wreath background. I went with the dots because they gave me the option of even more of a 3-D look. I rather like how it turned out, although I do wish I had went ahead and purchased the second pack of flakes just to fill everything out more. Ah well live and learn yes??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SUBRF_oqc1I/AAAAAAAAADI/sTIjW9yyJdg/s1600-h/crafttree.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278307926701405010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SUBRF_oqc1I/AAAAAAAAADI/sTIjW9yyJdg/s200/crafttree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is one my mom did. She saw pictures of it on another blog and thought 'Hey I can do that!' and so she did. She started by picking out some buttons. Next she glued the bottom couple rows on and used pushpins to hold them in place. Next she glued the rest on at random dispersing red and white buttons on it for the look of ornaments. On the very top she happened to have a white star button that she stacked on top of a couple green round ones. We let it sit over night just to be certain that the glue was dry, though you could just use pushpins then no dry time necessary. The little ornament girl next to the tree was just to perfect. Mom collects 'Precious Moments' and all the winter ones are set out for the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SUBRFsZGTCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/U0mpyf8SqVg/s1600-h/joy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278307921535847458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SUBRFsZGTCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/U0mpyf8SqVg/s200/joy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;These were also mom's idea. These are just wooden letters that mom bought, again at Daisylane. Paper and embellishments too for that matter. The paper is the same paper she is using for her christmas cards which makes them extra special. I really like the paper cause it almost has a retro vibe. I just like it even more. Obviously she cut the paper to fit the letters. Then she added metal snowflake embellishments. There is also ribbon at the top of the 'j' and bottom of the 'y'. But she did think that was quite enough. So using her cricut she cut out holly leaves and berries. Just for a plash more color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;These were just some simple and fairly quick craft projects we did to help spruce up the house for the holidays. You can do these easy projects too if you want for any type of place to decorate. Whether it be home, work, or church even. They can also be adapted for multiple situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What fun things will you do to make the holidays special??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4222598244788924567-371082117077411435?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/371082117077411435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=371082117077411435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/371082117077411435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/371082117077411435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-lets-just-see-if-this-will-work.html' title='Finally! It&apos;s craft hour!'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/SUBRFvQINkI/AAAAAAAAADA/cKxn4DshIRM/s72-c/wreath1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-1917486587178862798</id><published>2008-12-09T12:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:31:53.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how the time flies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So my plan had been to update quickly about the fun craft projects that my mum and I did. And then......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Frankly I don't know what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I do know I've been sick for almost a week now. That's not so much fun. But the thing is that it wasn't exactly something that kept me in bed unable to move or anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;In fact&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I went wedding dress shopping with one of my friends, it was fun helping her find her dress. It's very pretty and is so her. None of us really thought she'd like it (L included) but it was exactly what she was looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Before that we had one of our Friday night jam sessions! Always a good time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;And before that..... let's see I spent a day at my mum's school. Some of the other ladies who work there had been sick and they needed a stand in. It was actually pretty fun. Cute kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But that's just three days accounted for this past week. What else have I done with my time?? Nothing! Not one darn thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I guess I was just being lazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Well no more!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Seeing as this has run somewhat long (me and all my excuses) I'll do another post following this.... &lt;em&gt;FINALLY&lt;/em&gt; covering the craft projects!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Until then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-1917486587178862798?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1917486587178862798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=1917486587178862798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1917486587178862798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/1917486587178862798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-how-time-flies.html' title='Oh how the time flies...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-657568518326702411</id><published>2008-11-30T01:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T02:52:22.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok so really...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's been several days since I've blogged. Not a huge deal. But that means that several of the things that I'm going to be talking about will have happened several days after the fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So first things first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The tree! It's up! It's decorated and it looks great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/STJSYidI2YI/AAAAAAAAACI/cR1p-iuChLQ/s1600-h/headstarttree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274368695123630466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/STJSYidI2YI/AAAAAAAAACI/cR1p-iuChLQ/s200/headstarttree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ok so that is a tree that I helped my mom decorate for a tree decorating contest. It's still really cute! We decorated that tree this past Wensday(26th see it really is past the fact)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is our tree.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/STJSoLMmPqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ax_F_hQ_1Ac/s1600-h/nakedtree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274368963758145186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/STJSoLMmPqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ax_F_hQ_1Ac/s200/nakedtree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The before....(we couldn't find the tree topper. this was put up on Friday 28th)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/STJS32h7A0I/AAAAAAAAACY/vejiAqm6kgk/s1600-h/finshedtree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274369233088348994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/STJS32h7A0I/AAAAAAAAACY/vejiAqm6kgk/s200/finshedtree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The after...(much better! finally finished on Saturday 29th)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/STJTTrqe_RI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ud4KIx-ees8/s1600-h/bestpresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274369711207808274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/STJTTrqe_RI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ud4KIx-ees8/s200/bestpresent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The underneath?!? (our cat LOVES lying under the tree! It's like he thinks he's the best christmas gift!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/STJTT3wmdCI/AAAAAAAAACw/hVl7bWLPcTE/s1600-h/snowpeople.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274369714454688802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/STJTT3wmdCI/AAAAAAAAACw/hVl7bWLPcTE/s200/snowpeople.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We also decorated the rest of the house. Mom collects snowmen... and it just always seem to be that when anyone knows that you collect something they feel this need to go out and find you the weirdest, most unique piece they can find. (We have some weird ones)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/STJTTuFUXII/AAAAAAAAACo/ORqwwOYLAJM/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274369711857228930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/STJTTuFUXII/AAAAAAAAACo/ORqwwOYLAJM/s200/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is some of the fam on Thanksgiving day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We had a mini Thanksgiving on the actual day. The Saturday before was my mom's side of the family Turkey day and the Wensday before was my dad's side. So we had a mini one at home on the actual day of Turkey-dom! (Not only that but we didn't even have actual turkey that day... we had ham! Mmmm ham!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well I'll tell more about all the happenings around here later... Got to have something to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just a heads up.... Get ready for Craft Time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/4222598244788924567-657568518326702411?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/657568518326702411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=657568518326702411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/657568518326702411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/657568518326702411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-so-really.html' title='Ok so really...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhd_b9AUFRM/STJSYidI2YI/AAAAAAAAACI/cR1p-iuChLQ/s72-c/headstarttree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-3374764921022518852</id><published>2008-11-24T13:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:59:01.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>O tannenbaum, o tannenbaum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Doesn't it seem weird that I've been so excited about this holiday and I'm who was the most eager to put up a tree and now of all my friends I'm the only one who STILL doesn't have a tree up?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I've helped decorate two trees and I'm supposed to help mom decorate one tomorrow for a Christmas tree contest type thing they are holding at the library. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*SIGH* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Not only that but everyone has blogged about their trees and... well I guess I've talked about trees but I haven't gotten to talk about "OUR" tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*BIGGER SIGH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The upside is that we are perhaps putting it up this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Downside?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That means that I have to clean the whole house.. BLAH!!!! Anyone want to come help? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I don't know what it is I have no problem helping to clean other's houses but when it comes to my space I just hate doing it.  But I'm probably not alone in that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Anyway here's hoping that I'll soon have a tree of my own to brag about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Still sad that I'm the last one to get one up though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-3374764921022518852?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3374764921022518852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=3374764921022518852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3374764921022518852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/3374764921022518852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-tannenbaum-o-tannenbaum.html' title='O tannenbaum, o tannenbaum...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222598244788924567.post-6238596093346221038</id><published>2008-11-23T01:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:42:06.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ok so due to people having to work on actual Thanksgiving day my family had thanksgiving today! It was of course, wonderful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Food-Delish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Company-Fantastic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Games-A Riot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Time had-PRICELESS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;We also decorated my grandmother's christmas tree, loads of fun and loads of ornaments. I guess though that she's lead a very full happy life which leaves lots of great memories to be commemorated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The only downer to this thanksgiving was even though we couldn't have it on the actual date because of work conflicts... there were still family members that couldn't make it. Sad :( but it was great none the less!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The other fun and wonderful thing that I did today was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINALLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; getting to see 'Twilight'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Needless to say it was &lt;strong&gt;WONDERFUL&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;See my friend's blog for full details on why we didn't see it yesterday...click &lt;a href="http://rayneyday84.blogspot.com/2008/11/stupid-people.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;... Suffice it to say I &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; stupid people!!! Sorry it's true... well.... I at least hate stupidity!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Not that anyone would doubt it being great, I'm sure! It was just great to finally see it! We've read the books and they are such extremely well written books that when word was out that there was to be a movie we were STOKED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The movie is a masterpiece!! It's so well done! Not only is it beautiful (hard not to be when in such a lush environment) but it's got some really great acting. They did a great job staying true to the book, it followed it nearly to the letter. If you've seen the book it's a whopper. So for the director and screenplay writer to condense it into a 2 hour movie is in it's self quite the feat. The only way in which it deviated was some small added in parts and they were done in such a way that it was as if it could have been written in anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;All in all a GREAT movie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Only downer to the movie was what we went through the night before(not the movie's fault) and the theater where we saw(yes same place that gave us so much guff) had a few problems with their projector. The reel cut out two (almost three) times. Once was during the previews, not a big deal other than the fear that the movie wouldn't be playing, but the second was during the actual film. But they got it up and running again in no time and nothing was lost for the mishap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The almost third time was during the credits and most people don't even stay around for those(my friend and I do though and I would have been a little bummed) but it didn't so no harm no foul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So suffice it to say... My Thanksgiving was great and I have a TON to be thankful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(Can't wait for the actual day... I think the other side of the fam is getting together.... I do love my Thanksgiving meals!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222598244788924567-6238596093346221038?l=akirasheadspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6238596093346221038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222598244788924567&amp;postID=6238596093346221038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/6238596093346221038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222598244788924567/posts/default/6238596093346221038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akirasheadspace.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving...'/><author><name>Akira_kin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00862272048399939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_5pd_qx1D8/TXl0MWCZN6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HgZoaz6_uLI/s220/meeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
