<?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-6772758</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:33:37.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Othe Side of the Woods</title><subtitle type='html'>Insight derived from the cranial cavity of a ranting/raving romantic.
In other words Chaucer is my Idol.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-111533534443061647</id><published>2005-05-05T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T16:22:24.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it has been some time since the last post hasn't it? We had Dilip's surprise party. It was a total blast, lol Jess did the worm, we all arm wrestled. It was a semi surprise and we gave Dil his new *bling*. We also watched the tape we made which was awkward since apparently he's not moving now...anyways that night after he left we all went to go see Kaal. It was a riot! First, you know how the B-wood films start with the music for KKHH, well as they played it I sang along at the end" Kuch Kuch Hota Hai", and apparently it was a lot louder than I meant it to be cuz it made people laugh. At least I wasn't the only one who did it. Ok. I would go to see that movie a million times over just to see the opening song, Kaal Dhamal, again. I swear SRK is like wine, he just gets finer with age. I think he had been lifting because his arms were ripped. It was insane. *swoon* It was neat how he did the first song with the girl from Dil Se(from Chaiyya Chaiyya) The movie was supposed to be scary, ie) if you go into the jungle you will get eaten by a mutant tiger or something. Jess was freaked out but Pro and I laughed the entire time. I think the funniest part was when they ran over a black cat and it got stuck in the radiator. God knows how...John Abraham was interesting...especially when he was playing with the boa constrictor*literally*...sketchy. Vivek managed to make me hate his character and I give him credit for that... but I think that Ajay Devgan was the best actor in the whole movie. lol "I hate people who don't follow the rules of the jungle." lol Pro and I thought the killer was Vivek until Ajay told us his story. Then we knew it was him...poor tormented man. I found his sarcasm quite humorous. Anyways, soundtrack was amazing. On the way home we blasted the cd in the car and it was Jess's mom who turned it up. I swear the car was shaking to Tauba Tauba. It was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bollywoodsargam.com/albumsbolly/Kaal_Movie/Kaal_Movie_Stills_00516_30_39.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek and John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bollywoodsargam.com/albumsbolly/Kaal_Movie/Kaal_Movie_Stills_00416_30_39.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bollywoodsargam.com/albumsbolly/Kaal_Movie/Kaal_Movie_Stills_00616_30_39.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast, well the ones that make it out alive...well except for Ajay considering he plays a spirit...yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bollywoodsargam.com/albumsbolly/Kaal_Movie/Shahrukh_Malika.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRK and Malika, gotta love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bollywoodsargam.com/albumsbolly/Kaal_Movie/Malika_Arora_Kaal_Movie_Still.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malika, she's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bollywoodsargam.com/albumsbolly/Kaal_Movie/Shahrukh_Malika_Arora_Kaal_Movie_Still1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* see what I mean(SRK and Malika)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;img src="http://www.bollywoodsargam.com/albumsbolly/Kaal_Movie/Shahrukh_Malika_Arora_Kaal_Movie_Still.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shah Rukh and Malika again...tehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else really worthy of printing, all of Vivek's pictures that I could find and John's too were so gay....yup...and I didn't really like the actresses. They were dumb, nothing like a Preity or Rani, or Madhuri. Speaking of Rani, next movie to see is Bunty Aur Babli. It looks cute and I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midtown and PWTs concert on the 20th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro is a Webster virgin, I hope she'll enjoy her first time. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to see Othello at the Hartford Stage tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave Moose a bath today and now he is handsome as ever &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-111533534443061647?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/111533534443061647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=111533534443061647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/111533534443061647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/111533534443061647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/05/well-it-has-been-some-time-since-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-111413629839964387</id><published>2005-04-21T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T19:18:18.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote Poof-&lt;br /&gt;"Oh you dont believe it do you? There´s alot of things people dont know about me then...this is why im a scorpio! I see how the mysterious part of the scorpio plays in now. Well heres a mystery: I love talking to strangers..not stalkerish stragers or men above 40 of course. There now u know. See, Im a full fledged onion"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...c'est triste ma chere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how many Diego look alikes there are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derby Update:&lt;br /&gt;One word, Bandini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to look something up in my copy of the iliad today and I found that it ends when Priam recovers the body of Hector...what the fuck? So my book begins halfway through the war and ends before the most famous event in the whole story ever occurs!Heads are going to roll, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been neglecting my work lately and my fingers have been itching to draw, I think that I will sit down this weekend and do something constructive...have a few ideas floating around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, when I was in Charlotte at the airport waiting to change flights to come to FL last week NY was playing Bos, so I find myself a bar and watch the game through the window. Some other random guy watched with me and I screamed louder than him...actually I was the only one outside the bar screaming...the only girl too...the only person under 21 too... People thought I was a mental case, but come on! And the people in the bar stared at me, there was a small bar that ran along the window and right in front of me looking out was some indian guy drinking something intoxicating and giving me funny looks. He either thought I was a terrible nuisance or something else...anyway he had a nose that I swear is identical to Saif's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maar Dala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-111413629839964387?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/111413629839964387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=111413629839964387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/111413629839964387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/111413629839964387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/04/quote-poof-oh-you-dont-believe-it-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-111405348640975169</id><published>2005-04-20T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T20:18:06.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In FL right now and attempting to tan. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to write the other day something that I thought was funny, I was at J Gilbert's with the fam and was absentmindedly humming Chaiyya Chaiyya under my breath. My mom looks over at me and goes, "Ok Jess, that's enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read another amazing book by Marion Zimmer Bradley called The Firebrand, it's the story of Kassandra(Cassandra) of Troy, I always liked her and she really doesn't get the respect that she deserves. I found it interesting and well written. I have always liked Andromache but this made her even more special. It made me love Aeneas even more, feelings for Hector/Paris/Akhilleus(Achilles) didn't change, however I thought that she portrayed Helen in an interesting light, actually Agamemnon too. I also enjoyed her incorporation of the Kentaurs(Centaurs) and Penthisalea and the Amazons. What can I say, I'm an early western civ buff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self; buy italian dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Karen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was surfing the net and found a french fan site for B-Wood. I thought it was funny, found lyrics translated into french. If anyone is interested it can be found here:http://www.fantastikasia.net/bollywood-lyrics.php3?id_article=428&amp;id_rubrique=26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's KHNH translated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har ghadi badal rahi hai rup zindagi&lt;br /&gt;La vie change d’apparence à chaque instant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanv hai kabhi kabhi hai dhup zindagi&lt;br /&gt;Parfois elle est « ombre », parfois elle est « rayonnement du soleil »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har pal yahan ji bhar jiyo&lt;br /&gt;Alors, vis chaque instant pleinement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo hai saman kal ho na ho&lt;br /&gt;Au cas où tu n’en aies pas la possibilité demain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har ghadi badal rahi hai rup zindagi&lt;br /&gt;La vie change d’apparence à chaque instant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanv hai kabhi kabhi hai dhup zindagi&lt;br /&gt;Parfois elle est « ombre », parfois elle est « rayonnement du soleil »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har pal yahan ji bhar jiyo&lt;br /&gt;Alors, vis chaque instant pleinement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo hai saman kal ho na ho&lt;br /&gt;Au cas où tu n’en aies pas la possibilité demain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaahe jo tumhein pure dil se milta hai voh mushkil se&lt;br /&gt;C’est difficile de trouver celui qui t’aimera du fond du cœur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisa jo koi kahin hai bas vohi sabse hasin hai&lt;br /&gt;Cette personne est la plus belle d’entre toutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us haath ko tum thaam lo&lt;br /&gt;Prends sa main&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voh meharbaan kal ho na ho&lt;br /&gt;Au cas où cette personne qui est si gentille avec toi ne soit pas là demain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har pal yahan ji bhar jiyo&lt;br /&gt;Alors, vis chaque instant pleinement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo hai saman kal ho na ho&lt;br /&gt;Au cas où tu n’en aies pas la possibilité demain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palkon ke leke saaye paas koi jo aaye&lt;br /&gt;Quand quelqu’un vient à toi pour te mettre à l’abri de ses paupières&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laakh sambhaalo paagal dil ko&lt;br /&gt;Prends soin de ton cœur fou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil dharke hi jaae&lt;br /&gt;Ton cœur va seulement battre (pas réfléchir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par soch lo is pal hai jo&lt;br /&gt;Mais réfléchis à cet instant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voh daastaan kal ho na ho&lt;br /&gt;Au cas où cette histoire n’existe plus demain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har ghadi badal rahi hai rup zindagi&lt;br /&gt;La vie change d’apparence à chaque instant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanv hai kabhi kabhi hai dhup zindagi&lt;br /&gt;Parfois elle est « ombre », parfois elle est « rayonnement du soleil »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har pal yahan ji bhar jiyo&lt;br /&gt;Alors, vis chaque instant pleinement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo hai saman kal ho na ho&lt;br /&gt;Au cas où tu n’en aies pas la possibilité demain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har pal yahan ji bhar jiyo&lt;br /&gt;Alors, vis chaque instant pleinement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo hai saman kal ho na ho&lt;br /&gt;Au cas où tu n’en aies pas la possibilité demain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I thought it was pretty together like that. But we all know I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, bought some kickass shoes the other day, they are totally Havana Nights. I can't wait to show them to Jess. Mark my words, she will drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So soccer update; spring season has started and we have a team that's practically overflowing. Tough game coming up this sat against Suffield so it looks like I'm going to have my work cut out for me...but ya gotta love that adrenaline rush. It's going to be rainy so my knees hopefully won't split open. We all know how that went last season.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Random player:"Bri, your leg is bleeding!"&lt;br /&gt;Me*contemplates blood oozing down leg, shrugs*:"I know, I'm fine, I just won't let the ref see"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of refs, I hope we have a halfway decent one and not one of the usual half stoned idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Even though I left "Troy" wanting to throw things at people I thought that these two did the best job in the movie, they were the most accurate and convincing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hector and Andromache &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bemyastrologer.com/pitthectorandadromache.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-111405348640975169?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/111405348640975169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=111405348640975169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/111405348640975169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/111405348640975169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-fl-right-now-and-attempting-to-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-111326599086016598</id><published>2005-04-11T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T17:33:10.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So as you can see, someone figured out my password.&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jess's house yesterday and we(me jess and pro) dressed up in saris, actually I wore a salwar but that doesnt matter, and we danced in her front yard and waved at cars. It was absolutely hilarious the looks some people gave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakefield got a win today...I think, only listened to up through the 3rd inning before we got to the barn.&lt;br /&gt;Moose is a dustball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.romeo-juliet.newmail.ru/dzeffirelli.files/palms.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Palm To Palm Is Holy Palmers Kiss&lt;br /&gt;;) gotta love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.romeo-juliet.newmail.ru/dzeffirelli.files/mercuzio.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's my biotch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sympathy For The Devil, The Stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please allow me to introduce myself&lt;br /&gt;I’m a man of wealth and taste&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been around for a long, long year&lt;br /&gt;Stole many a man’s soul and faith&lt;br /&gt;And I was ’round when jesus christ&lt;br /&gt;Had his moment of doubt and pain&lt;br /&gt;Made damn sure that pilate&lt;br /&gt;Washed his hands and sealed his fate&lt;br /&gt;Pleased to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guess my name&lt;br /&gt;But what’s puzzling you&lt;br /&gt;Is the nature of my game&lt;br /&gt;I stuck around st. petersburg&lt;br /&gt;When I saw it was a time for a change&lt;br /&gt;Killed the czar and his ministers&lt;br /&gt;Anastasia screamed in vain&lt;br /&gt;I rode a tank&lt;br /&gt;Held a general’s rank&lt;br /&gt;When the blitzkrieg raged&lt;br /&gt;And the bodies stank&lt;br /&gt;Pleased to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guess my name, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ah, what’s puzzling you&lt;br /&gt;Is the nature of my game, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;I watched with glee&lt;br /&gt;While your kings and queens&lt;br /&gt;Fought for ten decades&lt;br /&gt;For the gods they made&lt;br /&gt;I shouted out,&lt;br /&gt;Who killed the kennedys? &lt;br /&gt;When after all&lt;br /&gt;It was you and me&lt;br /&gt;Let me please introduce myself&lt;br /&gt;I’m a man of wealth and taste&lt;br /&gt;And I laid traps for troubadours&lt;br /&gt;Who get killed before they reached bombay&lt;br /&gt;Pleased to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;But what’s puzzling you&lt;br /&gt;Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby&lt;br /&gt;Pleased to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;But what’s confusing you&lt;br /&gt;Is just the nature of my game&lt;br /&gt;Just as every cop is a criminal&lt;br /&gt;And all the sinners saints&lt;br /&gt;As heads is tails&lt;br /&gt;Just call me lucifer&lt;br /&gt;’cause I’m in need of some restraint&lt;br /&gt;So if you meet me&lt;br /&gt;Have some courtesy&lt;br /&gt;Have some sympathy, and some taste&lt;br /&gt;Use all your well-learned politesse&lt;br /&gt;Or I’ll lay your soul to waste, um yeah&lt;br /&gt;Pleased to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guessed my name, um yeah&lt;br /&gt;But what’s puzzling you&lt;br /&gt;Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down&lt;br /&gt;Woo, who&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, get on down&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby, what’s my name&lt;br /&gt;Tell me honey, can ya guess my name&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby, what’s my name&lt;br /&gt;I tell you one time, you’re to blame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-111326599086016598?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/111326599086016598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=111326599086016598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/111326599086016598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/111326599086016598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-as-you-can-see-someone-figured-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-111283764585644391</id><published>2005-04-06T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T18:34:05.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, so boston kicked ass today, for once in the series. They finally had a pitcher up that could get it done. &lt;br /&gt;Bronson: *Have Delivered Smackdown*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever Pitch is premiering at Fenway tonight, all the guys were at the park walking the red carpet. Papi claims that the next thing on the list is the Passion of the Christ 2 with Johnny. Haha, gotta love 'em.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I have a feeling that I am going to walk out of that movie wanting to throw things...it can't possibly be accurate. You just can't make a good baseball film into a chick flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a peep slideshow for Romeo and Juliet, it's great;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.theplainjane.com/peep_plays/rj_scene01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.theplainjane.com/peep_plays/rj_scene06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.theplainjane.com/peep_plays/rj_scene07.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.theplainjane.com/peep_plays/rj_scene10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can be found here:&lt;a href="http://www.theplainjane.com/peep_plays/rj_scene01.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, cute huh?&lt;br /&gt;For the record, Mercutio is my bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-111283764585644391?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/111283764585644391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=111283764585644391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/111283764585644391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/111283764585644391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/04/right-so-boston-kicked-ass-today-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-111266615608868432</id><published>2005-04-04T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T18:55:56.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The pitcher of water spilled, it spilled. &lt;br /&gt;It spilled; I wasn't paying attention. &lt;br /&gt;Mother said I shouldn't go. &lt;br /&gt;Brother didn't approve either. &lt;br /&gt;Father said, "One day more," and it overflowed.  &lt;br /&gt;The crow said I shouldn't go. &lt;br /&gt;The holy man said I shouldn't go. &lt;br /&gt;The crow said, "One day more," and it overflowed.  &lt;br /&gt;~CHHALKA CHHALKA RE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation is rough(thanks BollyWhat) anyways, I love that song. So much symbolism, lol pro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rage-india.com/dilse/images/song1.jpg"&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee hee&lt;br /&gt;hee hee hee, preity, gotta love her&lt;br /&gt;quot"By the way, are you a virgin?"&lt;br /&gt;srk- *chokes on drink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, she cracks me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...off to bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-111266615608868432?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/111266615608868432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=111266615608868432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/111266615608868432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/111266615608868432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/04/pitcher-of-water-spilled-it-spilled.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-111257304520687427</id><published>2005-04-03T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T16:09:05.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sadly I gave in to the peer pressure. *cough* Pro&lt;br /&gt;and I now have an LJ. So in case anybody cares, the posts will be the same. You can choose to read from whichever creepy background you like because I refuse to desert my blog. We are going on our 1 year anniversary soon.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways&lt;br /&gt;Busy weekend, had coffeehouse and a soccer game on friday, steph and I danced like mad but our pants kept falling down&lt;br /&gt;*note to self, get belt*&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my aunt and cousin came in from Kokomo. So as to be expected I spent the whole day cleaning. Oh joy...Then I went to my other cousin's birthday party for the rest of the night. Coming home and vegging while watching Chappelle's show was a treat. Now that's saying something.&lt;br /&gt;Today had church, went to the barn(moose was hyper, he's so cute when he bucks, had a soccer game(The girls from Lebanon are bitches. I swear I will be able to read Adidas in the bruise on my leg tomorrow, now must study for chemistry in the time before the season opener.&lt;br /&gt;Crap...Anybody who even remotely follows baseball could predict that NY will win tonight. I mean I'm a diehard Boston girl but come on, Johnson v.s. Welles...I believe that it's time for some well chosen british cuss words. Bloody Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra Claire posted a DV16 cookie on the 31st and pro and I have deduced that the person who's funeral is being held is not Draco. There is far too much evidence in the cookie. We think it's Lucius. We also think that if Draco and Harry should hook up that some GinnyXBlaise action would be hot. Of course nothing is hotter than Ginny and Draco...well...unless it's Ginny and Tom. Now that is twisted and hot. On another note, aren't Gareth and Ben adorable together? *squee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Jess, Pro, and Steph sang Dilip happy birthday on wednesday in the cafe. ('twas my idea, *pats self on the back*) Anyways we sang real loud and after the first few lines the whole cafe chimed in. It was perfect. I was laughing so hard that I couldn't sing. He said that it was the best birthday present he ever got. *smirk* What's interesting is that after during capt Sammy asked me why everybody was clapping at lunch, and aparently there was a rumour around that he asked out Sruthi which is so &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Nick I am a man and that the Sox suck my nuts, he even made up a song and it was stuck in my head all day...let's think about that, I must just be a man with some amazing plastic surgery. Well, in this day and age you never know do you? He and Noah spent 3rd period friday defiling my hot chocolate cup. I drank it anyway though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave Shre my little french books, she was thrilled. I knew she should have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Pro got a Dil Se dvd, my turn now! Hers came from Dubai though... She claims she'll have Kal Ho Naa Ho for me by april vacation but I dunno. She was supposed to go to Ny &lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt; month. Mebbe I'll just have to watch Saathiya another million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So High Fly and Sun King look good for the Derby for me, Bailey is really impressed with High Fly but I'm just worried that they'll have run him out of steam before the big race. Jerry'll probably be on High Fly for Derby day.Zito has 2 good horses this year. Who knows, I haven't even been able to really watch the races this year so I couldn't really say. I called Birdstone well last year though for the Belmont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has seen Beauty Shop tell me how it was, the courant gave it a bad review but those writers are morons. Kevin Bacon looks hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Currently listening to DePalmas, praying to the baseball gods,patiently awaiting DV16..and Kaal,and singing the Saathiya soundtrack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pro saw those pics, who is it? Kinda haunting isn't it...sigh*And that was a good sigh**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*also currently in SRK withdrawal*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-111257304520687427?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/111257304520687427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=111257304520687427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/111257304520687427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/111257304520687427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/04/sadly-i-gave-in-to-peer-pressure.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-111135017072246901</id><published>2005-03-20T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T12:22:50.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hell yes I hear the people sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lesmis.com/productionphotos/310.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had but one passion, the right; but one thought , to remove all obstacles...he was the marble lover of liberty. His speech was roughly inspired and had the tremor of a hymn. He astonished you with his soaring.&lt;br /&gt;-Victor Hugo, Les Miserables&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-111135017072246901?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/111135017072246901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=111135017072246901' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/111135017072246901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/111135017072246901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/03/hell-yes-i-hear-people-sing-he-had-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-111134868732013433</id><published>2005-03-20T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T12:12:17.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so my song lyrics got screwed up..grumble&lt;br /&gt;probably cuz of the bloody accents&lt;br /&gt;revision:&lt;br /&gt;Rien, rien ne doit jamais&lt;br /&gt;Te forcer a rester&lt;br /&gt;Ne fuis pas la verite&lt;br /&gt;Non, ne change jamais&lt;br /&gt;L'amour en amitie&lt;br /&gt;Viens je vais t'aider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarde-moi bien en face&lt;br /&gt;Il faut que tu t'y fasses&lt;br /&gt;Regarde-moi bien en face&lt;br /&gt;tu vois tu ne m'aimes plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personne, personne ne t'en veut&lt;br /&gt;Ca fait partie du jeu, tu sais&lt;br /&gt;Je saurai faire semblant&lt;br /&gt;D'etre , d'etre fort&lt;br /&gt;Blase, indifferent&lt;br /&gt;Fais ce que tu dois&lt;br /&gt;Je suis pret, vas-y je sers les dents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarde-moi bien en face&lt;br /&gt;Il faut que tu t'y fasses&lt;br /&gt;Regarde-moi bien en face&lt;br /&gt;tu vois tu ne m'aimes plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand bad french grammar, there are a load of accents missing.&lt;br /&gt;lets see if this works...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicolas Touzaint and Galan de Sauvagere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.helsinginsanomat.fi/kuvat/iso_webkuva/1076153600800.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drools* who do I want more, Galan or Nicolas?&lt;br /&gt;If you dont follow equestrian just go away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, amy said that if there had been 40 more kids absent friday then they would have had to close school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-111134868732013433?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/111134868732013433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=111134868732013433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/111134868732013433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/111134868732013433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-my-song-lyrics-got-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-111124342513345813</id><published>2005-03-19T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T06:43:45.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well the whole school is sick.&lt;br /&gt;Let me rephrase that, the whole sophmore class is sick.&lt;br /&gt;400 kids out yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It's either the pool or the foreign exchange students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3s frenchies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, pro and I had an intense convo yesterday on the phone about HP, the whole time my mom was yelling at me to get off because we were gonna eat dinner. I have a lot of research and work ahead of me, we are just delving into this stuff. After all, poof makes a good point. Avada Kedavra is most definitely not red! &lt;br /&gt;....Draco's detour...Draco's detour....Draco's bloody detour!!! Is it emotional or physical!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm...found this beautiful french song and it's perfect for him. Hell it could have even been written for him;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regarde-moi Bien En Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Gérald De Palmas&lt;br /&gt;Regarde-Moi Bien en Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rien, rien ne doit jamais&lt;br /&gt;Te forcer à rester&lt;br /&gt;Ne fuis pas la vérité&lt;br /&gt;Non, ne change jamais&lt;br /&gt;L\'amour en amitié&lt;br /&gt;Viens je vais t\'aider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarde-moi bien en face&lt;br /&gt;Il faut que tu t\'y fasses&lt;br /&gt;Régarde-moi bien en face&lt;br /&gt;Tu vois tu ne m\'aimes plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personne, personne ne t\'en veut&lt;br /&gt;Ça fait partie du jeu, tu sais &lt;br /&gt;Je saurai faire semblant&lt;br /&gt;D\'être, d\'être fort&lt;br /&gt;Blasé, indifférent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fais ce que tu dois&lt;br /&gt;Je suis prêt, vas-y je serre les dents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarde-moi bien en face&lt;br /&gt;Il faut qur tu t\'y fasses &lt;br /&gt;Regarde-moi bien en face&lt;br /&gt;Tu vois tu ne m\'aimes plus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ohshush.com/fandom/images/mon_dracosnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translate if you like, you'll find it is truly beautiful. *cough*that means you pro, je sais que tu prends l'espagnol mais nous avons les ordinateurs, n'est pas? Vas-y!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-111124342513345813?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/111124342513345813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=111124342513345813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/111124342513345813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/111124342513345813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-whole-school-is-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-111023285862896216</id><published>2005-03-07T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T14:03:20.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>news news news...&lt;br /&gt;4/5 of the indian coalition had a meeting on friday night, dilip missed it because of a swim meet. We were pissed that he didn't call and had been plotting revenge when we learned that he had fallen asleep and all that could escape our mouths was "awww!" &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, am I crazy to watch the grapefruit league? It seems like I'm the only one who cares. Nobody will talk about it, not even guys. Come on, guys who don't talk about sports??? Boston fans who don't talk about their team?...more than one person has told me I'm obsessed to a point where it's unhealthy. Hell it felt like so long since the series was over and every day after that I'd been scavenging the newspaper for any tidbit about what was going on...and now here it is! Spring training! Baseball for me!&lt;br /&gt;Saw a game against the twins I believe the other day and Mark made an amazing catch. &lt;3 that's my boy!&lt;3 I thought he had hurt his wrist but he was ok...Bronson has dumped the corn rows in favor of a mop top look, and since Manny has dreads and Pedro's no longer there you need someone to carry on the tradition! Hehe, it's cute. Kev has put on a ton of muscle too, it's insane. He was no small guy to begin with. And Ortiz had his first grand slam, so I would say things are going well so far...all they have to do is figure out when to distribute the rings...heh&lt;br /&gt;2nite, NY @ Fort Meyers! Wear your lucky underwear! (Dad:"Who cares! It's only spring training") *smiles wolfishly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilip told me that he submitted KHNH to play at the international film thing at school. I had a stroke in the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.taipeitimes.com/images/2004/05/14/20040513201156.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saw the ghost of Elvis&lt;br /&gt;On Union Avenue&lt;br /&gt;Followed him up to the gates of Graceland&lt;br /&gt;Then I watched him walk right through&lt;br /&gt;Now security they did not see him&lt;br /&gt;They just hovered 'round his tomb&lt;br /&gt;But there's a pretty little thing&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the King&lt;br /&gt;Down in the Jungle Room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-111023285862896216?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/111023285862896216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=111023285862896216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/111023285862896216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/111023285862896216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/03/news-news-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110981765770966978</id><published>2005-03-02T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T18:40:57.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mr. P attempted to speak french today...wow. Funniest thing I've seen in a while, except that random hand thing in Dil Se...if you've seen it you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. P: Mon Dieu!&lt;br /&gt;*shre and I look at each other and die*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darling, at night, the moonlight will creep on bare feet into the window.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sulekha.com/moviepics/saathiya1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you jump off of a moving train?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110981765770966978?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110981765770966978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110981765770966978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110981765770966978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110981765770966978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/03/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110963480286120813</id><published>2005-02-28T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T15:53:22.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So just got back from working at the soup kitchen. It's always entertaining. The rice guy was there, the one who screams at people "Don't eat the rice! It's a cancer bomb!" He absolutely refuses to eat the stuff. Gave us another lecture today, he did, about how the rice is a (and this is a direct quote) "Rejection of the book of Genesis, chapter one, because it has been tampered with, they = add B complex for profit and that is not how god made it."&lt;br /&gt;My dad asked if the guy had fought in Vietnam...which is funny because last night we sat up and watched Apocalypse Now, talk about odd. However it is completely understandable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110963480286120813?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110963480286120813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110963480286120813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110963480286120813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110963480286120813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-just-got-back-from-working-at-soup.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110962638241142959</id><published>2005-02-28T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T13:33:02.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't see the 50th filmfare awards last night, but srk made out like a bandit!&lt;br /&gt;hehe, that sounds funny&lt;br /&gt;anyways, found complete coverage of it online&lt;br /&gt;Saif hosted...grumbles...pro...no fair...related by marriage...grumbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3s Saif&lt;br /&gt;anyways;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saif then moved into the crowd and interacted with the audience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He announced a 8888 contest: If you can answer why Shah Rukh cannot host the show tonight you could win a prize.” The options are: &lt;br /&gt;a) He might win an award, OR &lt;br /&gt;b) He might perform for you, OR &lt;br /&gt;c) He has to prepare his acceptance speech. OR &lt;br /&gt;d) All of the above. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*squee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad MHN won something for it's music even though it was nothing compared to the other films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bollywood501.com/profiles_galleries/actors/saif_ali_khan/images/filmfare2004_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not this year, but *hehe* you can't go wrong with these two scoundrels!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110962638241142959?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110962638241142959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110962638241142959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110962638241142959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110962638241142959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/02/well-i-didnt-see-50th-filmfare-awards.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110955213277222836</id><published>2005-02-27T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T16:55:32.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh, just read shre's blog...havent in like months, and came across this, it made my day;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mes cousins vont arriver chez moi bientot. Ils sont trop mignons! Nous avons nettoyé cette maison stupide pour deux bloody mois. Nous avons nettoyé le jour de noël! J'ai mal aux pieds. Et je sais que la plupart des gens qui lisent cette page ne savent pas le francais, alors je vais arreter maintenent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, je sais ma chere, je sais. Tu m'a donne un peu de soleil dans ma jour. Serieusement.&lt;br /&gt;....je ne peux pas trouver les accents pour les mots fichus (euh, je pense que c'est fichus...bof)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'adore les hommes qui ne savent pas le francais...parce que ils ne le savent pas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110955213277222836?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110955213277222836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110955213277222836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110955213277222836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110955213277222836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/02/heh-just-read-shres-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110955116787013860</id><published>2005-02-27T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T16:39:27.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I've only listened to Dil Se Re about a million times today...funny story actually.&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for hours for an mp3 of Chaiya Chaiya and Dil Se Re, dsr is my favorite, but at the time I was searching for cc.&lt;br /&gt;I finally find a site with what I believe to be is cc. I download it and low and behold when I play it on my rio a perfect quality song comes out.(much better than what pro has)But it's not Chaiya Chaiya, it's Dil Se Re! The moron on the site gave it the wrong name and now dsr is on my rio with the name cc and I have no cc. Oh well, I shall continue the fruitless hunt until I find that song. *runs off singing chorus*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rage-india.com/dilse/images/lovepic.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rage-india.com/dilse/love.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He whose head is in the shadow of love&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                        will have heaven beneath his feet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110955116787013860?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110955116787013860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110955116787013860' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110955116787013860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110955116787013860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/02/ok-ive-only-listened-to-dil-se-re.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110934638202205098</id><published>2005-02-25T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T07:46:22.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Bush has given me another reason to hate him as of late.&lt;br /&gt;Recently he signed a bill which congress passed eliminating the 1971 wild horse act and allows the mustangs to be slaughtered for human consumption. These horses are a symbol of the US. Why should we take away their lives only to have the meat shipped to foreign countries like france and japan?&lt;br /&gt;The BLM has done wonderful work when mustang population grows to high in removing them and putting them up for adoption, but now they must find homes for some 8,500 horses before they are sent to slaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blm.gov/nhp/spotlight/whb_authority/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep the horses in the stable and off the table"(HOOFPAC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hoofpac.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wildhorseandburro.blm.gov/images/gallery/wh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110934638202205098?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110934638202205098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110934638202205098' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110934638202205098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110934638202205098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-bush-has-given-me-another-reason-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110928597050396544</id><published>2005-02-24T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T14:59:30.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So pro and I have found this "SRK chat" &lt;br /&gt;Well my ass if that was actually him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyara.com/shahrukh/chat.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if that was actually him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: If that was SRK I'll do a lapdance for Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;Pro: If that was SRK I'll move my house to Gay City State Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autumn124464: HE HAD PRAWNS?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.film.de/movies/1130/splash_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110928597050396544?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110928597050396544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110928597050396544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110928597050396544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110928597050396544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-pro-and-i-have-found-this-srk-chat.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110920388954154741</id><published>2005-02-23T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T16:11:29.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Is it me, is it true&lt;br /&gt;every word I utter a lie&lt;br /&gt;gives life this conversation, it dies&lt;br /&gt;the hope thats in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;is it worthless, yeah so are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while you've been dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;I've been screaming&lt;br /&gt;I wake up with nothing but false salvation&lt;br /&gt;lost translation&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with nothing at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sex is old, old and boring&lt;br /&gt;when you're feelin nothing,&lt;br /&gt;somethings gotta make you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg! Midtown and the Ts together May 20 @ the webster.&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna be in the middle of the mosh pit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sonymusic.com/artists/Midtown/images/Midtown4.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110920388954154741?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110920388954154741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110920388954154741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110920388954154741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110920388954154741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/02/is-it-me-is-it-true-every-word-i-utter.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110911735454266595</id><published>2005-02-22T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T16:09:14.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*squeeeeeeeee*&lt;br /&gt;it works!&lt;br /&gt;my blog lives!&lt;br /&gt;I havent been able to update for a week because my computer decided to put some weird security thing up by itself and this didn't let me post. I only just figured it out today.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh...I hate computers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Jess and Pro had a major party the other night, we watched Dil Se(sigh) which is awesome, definitely beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to the mall and tried on prom dresses the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;...dont ask&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;No matter how blatantly we explain the Kama Sutra to Jess she never seems to get it.&lt;br /&gt;Dilip: It's a sex book.&lt;br /&gt;Jess: I know, but what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the car ride home Pro and I were in spasms listening to Mat Devine's voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snippet from interview:&lt;br /&gt;::Why don't you introduce yourself and tell us a little about Kill Hannah.::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::je m'appelle mat devine. if you've read our message board, then you are fully aware that i am an ego maniac, a junkie and a womaniser.::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;But now somehow you're breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know where you are&lt;br /&gt;But like a drug lift me up to the stars&lt;br /&gt;It's why I'm feeling alive&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time &lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping this day won't end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know now what to do&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I need ten more minutes with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.killhannah.com/gallery/images/sum_press_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110911735454266595?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110911735454266595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110911735454266595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110911735454266595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110911735454266595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/02/squeeeeeeeee-it-works-my-blog-lives-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110817904582601354</id><published>2005-02-11T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T19:30:45.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bought the Breakfast Club today, it's one of my all time favorites.&lt;br /&gt;How hot is Judd Nelson as Bender?&lt;br /&gt;......wow&lt;br /&gt;If you like that sort of grungy stuff...anyways;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it's a touching story, I didn't just buy it to watch bender crawl on the ceiling panels ;) . It's a must see, you know? And a riot.&lt;br /&gt;I still am dying to hear the end of that blond joke though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Lofts/3907/gate.GIF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Bender: What's in there?&lt;br /&gt;Claire Standish: Guess? Where's your lunch?&lt;br /&gt;John Bender: You're wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;Claire Standish: You're nauseating.&lt;br /&gt;John Bender: [pointing to Claire's lunch] What's that?&lt;br /&gt;Claire Standish: Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;John Bender: Sushi??&lt;br /&gt;Claire Standish: Rice, raw fish, and seaweed.&lt;br /&gt;John Bender: You won't accept a guy's tongue in your mouth, and you're going to eat that?&lt;br /&gt;Claire Standish: Can I eat?&lt;br /&gt;John Bender: I don't know. Give it a try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110817904582601354?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110817904582601354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110817904582601354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110817904582601354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110817904582601354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/02/bought-breakfast-club-today-its-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110799218865090819</id><published>2005-02-09T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T15:36:28.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ohshush.com/fandom/images/alessandra_dg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thus The Fire Melted The Ice and The Ice Cooled The Flames&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110799218865090819?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110799218865090819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110799218865090819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110799218865090819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110799218865090819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/02/thus-fire-melted-ice-and-ice-cooled.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110798683294444380</id><published>2005-02-09T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T14:07:12.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.ucomics.com/comics/ft/2005/ft050209.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BADMINTON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: You have a sinus infection. We are going to give you the biggest dose of Amoxycillin and if that doesn't work then dynamite is the next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears of hope run down my skin.&lt;br /&gt;Tears for you that will not dry.&lt;br /&gt;They magnify the one within&lt;br /&gt;And let the outside slowly die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110798683294444380?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110798683294444380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110798683294444380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110798683294444380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110798683294444380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/02/badminton-doctor-you-have-sinus.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110791298060854502</id><published>2005-02-08T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T17:37:48.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mmmk, so there is an obvious issue with GHS and stripping.&lt;br /&gt;This happened a week or so ago but i forgot to post. First Shre, Karinia and I find a trail of gym shorts leading to the locker rooms. Then Shre and I find socks. Then Shre, freshman, ben je pense? and I are walking to the bus and we see a bra in the hallway. A &lt;em&gt;bra&lt;/em&gt;! Ok, bras do not just come off automatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Whoah! someone's missing something!*points*&lt;br /&gt;Shre:Whoah!&lt;br /&gt;Freshman:Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Shre:Those do not just fall off!&lt;br /&gt;Me:Well maybe they do in extremely rare situations when they're strapless. But it wasn't even that small. Is that physically possible?&lt;br /&gt;Freshman:It definitely wasn't strapless.&lt;br /&gt;Shre:No, it wasn't, Freshman took notes.&lt;br /&gt;*all shake heads simultaneously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other food for thought; I would definitely like to see SrK playing a villain. I mean, he needs to do something different. He's a great actor and all, but his preformances are...well...lets just say they are predictable. I would love to see a bad boy SrK. It would not only be something new and challenging for him, it would be absolutely delicious for me...and the rest of his female fan base...heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to watch a rerun of the 04 ALCS, my parents think I'm a nutter...but I believe I hear my father with the game on already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110791298060854502?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110791298060854502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110791298060854502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110791298060854502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110791298060854502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/02/mmmk-so-there-is-obvious-issue-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110772315495381200</id><published>2005-02-06T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T12:52:34.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fri Pro, Dilip, Jess and I went to watch Black. &lt;br /&gt;One word "OSCAR" !!!! It is absolutely mind blowing. &lt;br /&gt;Apparently Pro thinks she is a man because she tried to go into the men's bathroom twice.Haha. I love you! &lt;br /&gt;*Pro opens door to men's room* &lt;br /&gt;*creepy guy stares at her* &lt;br /&gt;all the while me and jess:"Pronoma NO! That's the men's room!" &lt;br /&gt;*Pro runs screaming all the way to the farthest corner of the theatre* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to continue my movie weekend, Devdas for saturday night. SrK plays a mad awesome drunk. It was great. I am now going to buy stock in the Kleenex company as I completely depleted our supply. Beautiful movie, Chandramukhi was my favorite. She seemed to always get the wrong end of things, but she still stayed strong. Interestingly I thought the girls put up a better preformance than SrK, but that's just my opinion. The end had me in hysterics...*runs to force open the doors to let paro out to see dev* &lt;br /&gt;Oh dev...so full of life and yet so empty inside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Saathiya. Woot, Vivek and SrK, hello? Can you say party? It is a real feel good movie in the end and I enjoyed it. When everything is going wrong, of course Shah Rukh shows up. &lt;br /&gt;me:*shrieks and runs around in circles* "YAY! Make it all better SrK!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shefali: Wow, bri, you're completely indian! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************sigh************************************ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110772315495381200?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110772315495381200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110772315495381200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110772315495381200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110772315495381200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/02/fri-pro-dilip-jess-and-i-went-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110686597395823718</id><published>2005-01-27T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T14:46:13.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sooooo...I cut 4 inches off of my hair, now I have a bob and a full head of bangs...it's interesting and light. I dunno, i was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midterms suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:I'm going to Cancun&lt;br /&gt;Sarah:You suck!&lt;br /&gt;Me:I know!&lt;br /&gt;Noah:You know you just said you suck, right?&lt;br /&gt;Me:Yup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110686597395823718?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110686597395823718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110686597395823718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110686597395823718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110686597395823718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/01/sooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110669940860199799</id><published>2005-01-25T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T16:30:08.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, tell me I'm not the only one that cracks up into hysterics and swoons at the same time when I see this picture, no matter how gay it is. &lt;br /&gt;It's the time to disco people! What's sobriety got to do with it?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.indiaglitz.com/hindi/gallery/Movies/KalHoNaaHo/Kal10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cracks up again*&lt;br /&gt;oh rohit...you silly silly man....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110669940860199799?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110669940860199799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110669940860199799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110669940860199799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110669940860199799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/01/ok-tell-me-im-not-only-one-that-cracks.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110652764457552497</id><published>2005-01-23T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T16:47:24.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh and i forgot! &lt;br /&gt;Kisna bonus #3) Miss Chandni/ Naima Begum kicks some major ass!&lt;br /&gt;4)The lady that is "generous" to give up her bed etc etc to Kisna and Katherine is hilarious. I forgot her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 Madame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Naima Begum can save us now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musicindiaonline.com/z/st/movie_name/7317/0/f/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110652764457552497?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110652764457552497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110652764457552497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110652764457552497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110652764457552497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/01/oh-and-i-forgot-kisna-bonus-3-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110652670016171062</id><published>2005-01-23T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T16:31:40.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Midterms are evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see Kisna with Dilip, Pro, and Jess on fri. It was a riot.&lt;br /&gt;We each bought an aquafina and when the commercial came on we all mocked it by dancing with our water.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that bloody commercial...&lt;br /&gt;The movie was quite a bit sketchy. The character Luxmi was quite the brat, she forces Kisna into marrying her and then becomes jealous when he starts hanging around with the british girl. Hello you silly bint, he never wanted to marry you in the first place! It's your own fault!&lt;br /&gt;The only amusement she really provided were her stunning rope and dancing acrobatics which had the audience cracking up by the end of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;However there were some pluses to the movie;&lt;br /&gt;1)The soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;2)Vivek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to re read DV chapter 15 because i have a 103 fever and mr. M. will cool me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*preparing to BS anthropology*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110652670016171062?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110652670016171062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110652670016171062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110652670016171062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110652670016171062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/01/midterms-are-evil-went-to-see-kisna.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110633132022153246</id><published>2005-01-21T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T10:15:20.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know you're introuble when your mother comes home with a thick book called "Understanding Your Adolescent"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...bloody hell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110633132022153246?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110633132022153246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110633132022153246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110633132022153246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110633132022153246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-know-youre-introuble-when-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110633105751990213</id><published>2005-01-21T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T10:10:57.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.livejournal.com/userpic/17138333/3770804"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110633105751990213?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110633105751990213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110633105751990213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110633105751990213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110633105751990213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110608641069387971</id><published>2005-01-18T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T14:22:15.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/theflyingsnitch/icons/dmhp3.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Wow; Quote draco(s)*from a parody*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DV!Draco:[coughs, sips vodka] I swear that woman's a sadist. I mean, we're not even halfway through the fic and I've already been shot, poisoned, thrown off a tower, locked up outside in the freezing cold, chased by hellhounds, and [deep breath] my own father cast a Whirlwind Charm that messed up my hair! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IP!Draco: [winces in sympathy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DV!Draco: Frankly, I don't know why I'm being put through all this. I mean, most other authors just skim through the plot and get right to the gratuitous sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IP!Draco: I know! My author's the exact same way. 'Quality writing takes time, Draco; we have to build suspense, Draco; but you suffer so beautifully, Draco.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh heh&lt;br /&gt;gratuitous sex&lt;br /&gt;sign me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sail S.S. Fire and Ice; what ship do you sail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.livejournal.com/userpic/23495105/4377342"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110608641069387971?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110608641069387971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110608641069387971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110608641069387971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110608641069387971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/01/muahaha-wow-quote-dracosfrom-parody.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110601737307154407</id><published>2005-01-17T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T19:02:53.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So apparently VH1 is extending it's &lt;em&gt;I love the 90s &lt;/em&gt;program by making &lt;em&gt;I love the 90s part deux&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There is one slight problem;&lt;br /&gt;they either pronounce it dieu(god)&lt;br /&gt;or douze(12)&lt;br /&gt;People really do butcher french...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110601737307154407?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110601737307154407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110601737307154407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110601737307154407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110601737307154407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-apparently-vh1-is-extending-its-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110601713711720496</id><published>2005-01-17T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T18:58:57.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ohshush.com/fandom/images/ali_dracobird.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110601713711720496?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110601713711720496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110601713711720496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110601713711720496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110601713711720496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110592366131227530</id><published>2005-01-16T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T17:01:01.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm watching the tv guide thing for the golden globes(god knows why, probably cuz the baseball program was over) and they briefly show some stars. I see a thatch of dirty blond hair and crack up. It's dom and he of course goes straight for the camera. There's background music playing but you can read his lips, he 's waving and saying hi to the camera. He gets so close to the lens that you can't see anything but his face and I have deja vu, haven't I seen something similar before on the TTT extras w/him bill and ob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110592366131227530?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110592366131227530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110592366131227530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110592366131227530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110592366131227530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-im-watching-tv-guide-thing-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110589460837287074</id><published>2005-01-16T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T08:56:48.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's one in the morning and I'm curled up in my bed clutching a piece of paper, rocking back and forth with tears streaming down my face. And yet I am shameless.&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful stories are always the most painful to read. I suppose the only way people truly learn is through tragedy. Happiness is a fleeting and transient thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard not to be touched by the battle he has fought his whole life. Death being his only release. Not knowing love nor friendship. As a boy he only knew evil and hate, as a man his heart turned to contempt and loathing. He truly was alone. The chill enveloping him.&lt;br /&gt;You could almost compare the poor man to a sick or mad animal, for whom the greatest mercy would be to put them out of their misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not consider yourself weak should you weep, for in weeping you excercise the most important thing that each human being has, your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have a heart that has been caged, frozen and unfeeling is an awful fate.&lt;br /&gt;But know this, even the heart of stone can be softened and ice can always melt. It may take the help of another to dredge the life from a soul whom was believed to be dead. Nevertheless, such a feat is possible. It takes extreme selflessness of the latter for the former to reach salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of all the things I’ve read and seen, the most beautiful—and the most fitting for him—is the idea of the Elysium fields, those lush, vibrant, fertile fields where warriors seek their reward when their battle is done.&lt;br /&gt;            And where else would he be, when his whole life was but a battle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~The Visitor~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110589460837287074?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110589460837287074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110589460837287074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110589460837287074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110589460837287074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-one-in-morning-and-im-curled-up-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110566370882061116</id><published>2005-01-13T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T16:48:28.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;go on and close the curtains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;'cause all we need is candlelight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;you and me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;... and the bottle of wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and hold you tonight [ ohh ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;well we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; i'm going away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and how i wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; - i wish it weren't so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so take this wine and drink with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;let's delay our misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;~Save Tonight; Eagle Eye Cherry~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is beautiful how alcohol and lost love go together hand and hand. I mean, not the hangover/ nausea part. But drinking away your misery. There really is a romantic quality about it. *Peers over adoringly at desktop picture of &lt;strong&gt;srk&lt;/strong&gt; looking terrible holding a wine glass, actually not a wine glass but a bottle(Devdas)**sigh* it's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm not saying that just because you have relationship issues you should go and drink yourself silly....however&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dirk sprawled in his favorite chair in his quarters, a battered old piece of furniture long ago faded to indeterminate beige, but one that was as comfortable as an old boot. He wished that he could be as comfortable inside as he was outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He stared at the half empty glass in his hand morosely. He shouldn't be drinking on such a fine night. He was drinking far too much of late, and he knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But what's a man to do when he can't sleep? When all he thinks of is a certain pair of soft brown eyes? When he doesn't know whether to betray his own heart or his best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The only cure for his insomnia was to be found at the bottom of a bottle; so that's where he usually was at day's end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;~Arrow's Fall; Mercedes Lackey~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...I do find it very endearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110566370882061116?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110566370882061116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110566370882061116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110566370882061116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110566370882061116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/01/go-on-and-close-curtains-cause-all-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110539320289546412</id><published>2005-01-10T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T13:40:02.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I was surfing and found this summary of Kal Ho Naa Ho on a reputed movie site, this is exactly how it goes, wrong spelling and everything:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aman Kapur and Naina are in love, and hope to marry soon. It is then Amar finds out that he is seriously ill, and will not be able to survive beyond a few more months. He breaks off this relationship with the unknowing Naina, and attempts to seek out a suitable life-partner for Naina, which he finds in Rohit. Naina is predictably offended at this, and will not have anything to do with Rohit or anyone else for that matter, as her heart has been broken by Aman's rejection.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110539320289546412?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110539320289546412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110539320289546412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110539320289546412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110539320289546412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/01/ok-i-was-surfing-and-found-this_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110528815152986086</id><published>2005-01-09T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T08:29:11.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/280/2912/640/srk%2Blucky.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/280/2912/320/srk%2Blucky.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't go wrong&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110528815152986086?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110528815152986086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110528815152986086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110528815152986086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110528815152986086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/01/cant-go-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110528742817694738</id><published>2005-01-09T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T08:30:26.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Movie Night at Jess's&lt;br /&gt;We saw Cutch Cutch Hota Hai, it was pretty good but not really sad, not like Kal Ho Naa Ho. Anyways, you just can't go wrong when Shah Rukh Khan is in a movie. No matter how corny or bad it is, if &lt;em&gt;he's&lt;/em&gt; in it you know it's good.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I still love &lt;a name="top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mohabbatein. I want to watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;We also attempted to watch &lt;a name="top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Main Hoon Na, but the thing didn't want to play. I borrowed it and finished it last night. It's pretty funny, good for a laugh. I still think that Lucky should have kept his hair longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the dvd froze&lt;br /&gt;Pro: "We have to take it out and rub it!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: *bursts into hysterical laughter*&lt;br /&gt;Jess: *bursts into hysterical laughter, but she doesn't get the joke*&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Did you even get that?"&lt;br /&gt;Jess: "Yeah! We have to rub the cd!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh Jess, so naive and sheltered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110528742817694738?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110528742817694738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110528742817694738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110528742817694738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110528742817694738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/01/movie-night-at-jesss-we-saw-cutch.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110515434908918428</id><published>2005-01-07T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T19:19:09.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;autumn124464&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: of course...hes a sexy son of a bastard that one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: oooh...hott mexican boys we shall be seeing and flirting with I presume? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AmieDe l ABC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AmieDe l ABC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: scare them off with your french&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AmieDe l ABC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: for us to dance together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AmieDe l ABC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: that is the way it has to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AmieDe l ABC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: he's not really the hugging type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: pshh..he will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: once i melt his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: wink wink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AmieDe l ABC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: it's either some piece of cynical poetry with some hidden amorous meaning and a cold kiss on the lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AmieDe l ABC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: or he's so completely hot that his tongue is down your throat and before you know it the two of you are rolling around on the cold tile kitchen floor naked to showtunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: i would love to hear the cynical poesy from his lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AmieDe l ABC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: mmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: umm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AmieDe l ABC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: personally I would choose the latter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: yea..i dunno, i would chose the cynical poetry thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: i dunno why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AmieDe l ABC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: and then when he's spent tie him up and demand cynical poesy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: cause there are so many hard to find boys these days who consist of intelligence and wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: and quite a many who lack those attributes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AmieDe l ABC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: no shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AmieDe l ABC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: wooo..im high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AmieDe l ABC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: where's the cynical poesy when you need it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear lord! Where is the poesy? Where is the wit? Where is the cold cynicism?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110515434908918428?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110515434908918428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110515434908918428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110515434908918428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110515434908918428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/01/autumn124464-of-course.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110515186875535062</id><published>2005-01-07T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T18:41:54.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it that I can spit out random french paragraphs and yet when I must do it on command, all that comes out is uuuuuuhhh...or shouls I say euhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos a moi, I produced pro's word of the day; Sheepish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg got the promotion!!!! Sry...csi kind of does that to you.&lt;br /&gt;Ya gotta love this conversation though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brass: Could you drop the accent?&lt;br /&gt;Random Sherlock Holmes Impersonator: I can't, I'm English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, that made my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again let me state the fact that I absolutely despise the Evil Empire. Steinbrenner's done it again and those damn Yankees have acquired Randy Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;I know those sodding SOBs are trying to push our buttons. We get a taste of victory and now they want to take it away.&lt;br /&gt;Well remember, we still got Schilling, and that definitely counts for something.&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that it's gonna be a battle of the big guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!Enfer Sanglant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;She rings like a bell throu the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;And wouldn't you love to love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;She rules her life like a bird in flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;And who will be her lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;All your life you've never seen a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Taken by the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Would you stay if she promised you heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Will you ever win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Will you ever win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Rhiannon; Fleetwood Mac~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110515186875535062?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110515186875535062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110515186875535062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110515186875535062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110515186875535062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/01/why-is-it-that-i-can-spit-out-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110505939851405107</id><published>2005-01-06T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T16:56:38.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;::ahem:: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;::sings:: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lap dances, whipped cream, and wrapped Hershey's kisses/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biscuits, sangrias, and raspberry blintzes/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tall dark and handsome rogues tied up with strings/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are a few of my favorite things! Corsets and floggers with leather-hide roses/ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Red-lipstick marks on the CT Rogues' noses/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Empty Hats' Carl in garb plucking his strings/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are a few of my faaaavorite things!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; When the boss yells, when the checks bounce, when I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things, like tall dark and handsome rogues tied up with strings, and then I don't feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel ::swoon:: so bad!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~From a fellow CTFaire wench~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you got the captain in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Epic today and it made me wonder what the thread count of the KKK's sheets really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"may you enjoy the longevity of metal and stone,may all your friends be phoenixes and unicorns"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110505939851405107?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110505939851405107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110505939851405107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110505939851405107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110505939851405107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/01/ahem-sings-lap-dances-whipped-cream.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110480290609090286</id><published>2005-01-03T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T17:41:46.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mom: What is this stuff thats in these new carb less diet foods? It's called "Sugar Alcohol"&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Rum!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.     (1.4.13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Romeo &amp; Juliet; Mercutio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110480290609090286?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110480290609090286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110480290609090286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110480290609090286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110480290609090286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/01/mom-what-is-this-stuff-thats-in-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110469896219949459</id><published>2005-01-02T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T12:49:22.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cue Draco's Thoughts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:52 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's some fifth year boy in here scrubbing floors with me (He got the entrance hall dirty coming in from Quidditch practice. Hufflepuff, I think.). I tried looking at his arse and liking it, but I didn't feel anything. Maybe I'm not gay after all!! Or maybe it's just because he's a Hufflepuff, and everyone knows Hufflepuffs are a lot of duffers who are neither male nor female, just kind of one-gendered, fat, jolly blobs who probably reproduce like amoebas. That's right. By themselves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:41 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vincent insists I begin calling him 'Vinnie'. What kind of name is that? He says it makes him seem more suave. I told him that it's a bit hard for a hundred stone, hairy giant with a nose the size of Europe look suave. He seemed a bit put off, so I told him his nose was actually only the size of the United Kingdom, even just the actual England part, and was actually quite good-looking in the dark. This made him happier. I'm such a good person. I'm going to go love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;8:46 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;8:47 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright, yes, actually, &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Musings Of Draco Malfoy, Who Is So Obviously Better Than You&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the genius of &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Blackberry Ink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whose work may be found at &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Schnoogle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that when you're trying to get out of a concert at the Webster it is so jammed that you are practically being raped by the guy behind you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I see that blasted &lt;em&gt;Aquafina&lt;/em&gt; commercial that replaces alcohol at the bar with water; heads are going to roll, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer game today, hit my head again...maybe that's why I'm so screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that when Brit twisted her knee and we thought her leg was out of whack, that her shins are naturally off center. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;Since we play a rough game the ref  kept having to be like "Control your bodies girls!" and "Easy! Easy! Play nice now, ya?" And half the time we couldn't understand what he was saying because of his spanish accent. It was quite amusing. Actually he is the best ref we've had for indoor in a long time, he called everything and was extremely fair.&lt;br /&gt;We still are the most penalized team in the league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Welcome to the jungle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It gets worse here everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ya learn ta live like an animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In the jungle where we play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If you got a hunger for what you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You'll take it eventually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You can have anything you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But you better not take it from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;~Welcome to the Jungle; Guns N' Roses~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110469896219949459?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110469896219949459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110469896219949459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110469896219949459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110469896219949459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2005/01/cue-dracos-thoughts-452-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110455221105577990</id><published>2004-12-31T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T20:03:31.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are five songs in rock and roll that manage to give me goosebumps no matter how many times I listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;Agoraphobia; Incubus&lt;br /&gt;Empty Like the Ocean;Midtown&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Jungle; Guns'n Roses&lt;br /&gt;Figured You Out; Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;Race the Dream; Kill Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process of editing and adding to pro's and my newest endeavor&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a long project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw all of Kal Ho Naa Ho, I almost cried, but managed not to. Does that mean I'm heartless or something? That was some heavy stuff. Ah well. I borrowed it so I can watch it again. And again. And again. I love Bollywood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess and I danced madly to the havana nights soundtrack, I think we scared the Cox Cable man who was trying to fix the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro: I know what they're saying!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, there's subtitles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see a play on the birth of christ, it was ok, but really preachy. It gets to me that christians think they can tell everyone that they are wrong if they don't believe in christ and blatantly be singleminded towards other religeons. It's sickening really and completely unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;jind maahii ve... sonii sonii aa jaa maahii ve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My life, my golden beauty, come to me, beloved!Golden beauty, come to me, my love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maahii ve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110455221105577990?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110455221105577990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110455221105577990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110455221105577990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110455221105577990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/12/there-are-five-songs-in-rock-and-roll.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110347785835903703</id><published>2004-12-19T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T09:37:38.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday Shre, Steph, Karinia and I went to the Senses show, Moneen,Paulsen, and Midtown also played.&lt;br /&gt;Midtown's guitar is,well, lets say orgasmic. So awesome. There was a guy in white on the stage when they played blatantly smoking and just really making a show of himself. Shre and I found him quite the annoying little peacock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulsen was surprisingly good! Except for the fact that their lead was totally baked. It was disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moneen are canadian. What else is there for me to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I buy the senses EP and we drop it over the ledge, some huge blonde bitch in a blue hoodie just picks it up and steals it. So while Senses is playing Steven(Which happens to be my favorite song) Shre and I have to hunt down this girl,and she says she didn't take it. But come on,how many of those girls do you see in one night? She was enormous! And since I didn't want to start a brawl and get kicked out over an 8$ EP, I had to buy a new one. Girl at the counter: "Remember,Karma always comes back around." I wish the worst karma upon blue hoodie girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Je vais les tuer tout!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people are going to buy fried chicken from a gas station?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shre: "Naked boy!"&lt;br /&gt;Being at the concert made me wish that I was a guy so that I could removemy shirt with that kind of freedom. Now I'm not saying this to be slutty, its just that you see all these shirtless guys and you wish you could do the same. Its so free and hippie like. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sex is old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Old and boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you feel nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Something's gotta make you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~Midtown~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110347785835903703?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110347785835903703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110347785835903703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110347785835903703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110347785835903703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/12/friday-shre-steph-karinia-and-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110323448424352337</id><published>2004-12-16T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T14:10:15.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;There is something about the song "Figured You Out" by Nickelback that is an extreme turn on....Except for the fact that it has twisted violent lyrics practically about rape...hmm, and I believe this is when Dr. Drew asks you how your childhood was and what your relationship with your dad is like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So, I can conclude that when you loose conciousness you do not know what is going on. You have no real brain activity, well, you do, but you're not awake. Tis quite odd, like an induced sleep or something. Well, Houston, we have a concussion. Now what the hell areyou going to do about it???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I go to the ER straight from oakwood and and they give me TYLENOL! Will someone tell me what is up with that???? Tylenol??? Don't they have morphine or something that works to give me instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Can't do anything for 2 weeks...like I'm going to listen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It is extremely hard to find girls' jeans without spandex in them. And now levi's are making jeans with elastic, where am I to turn??? AE has some w/out elastic but I don't particularly like it there. Hmph. I'll bet it's only because the american population is getting fatter and fatter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I love Mr. P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The next person I see wearing ugg boots or whatever they are called, I am going to slice from navel to nose, spilling their viscera onto the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Consider this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hint of the century&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Consider this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The slip that brought me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To my knees failed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if all these fantasies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come flailing around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I've said too much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought that I heard you laughing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought that I heard you sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I thought I saw you try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But that was just a dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That was just a dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;~REM, Loosing My Religeon&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110323448424352337?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110323448424352337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110323448424352337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110323448424352337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110323448424352337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/12/there-is-something-about-song-figured.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-110100301328599494</id><published>2004-11-20T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T18:10:13.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wooooooot!!!! Internet!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have been deprived of it for about a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've never seen me fight before, have you?" he asked. His tone was even and conversational, but his gaze never left the figures moving below. Ginny shook her head. "No - never." Draco exhaled. "Well, brace yourself," he said. "You're going to want to sleep with me even more after this."&lt;br /&gt;~Draco Veritas ch15~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que veut dire "there is just something about pointwork and men"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell"&lt;br /&gt;~Macbeth~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see TOTF so bad! They were playing at a battle of the bands last night at some high school and we couldnt make it. We talked to Kurt at pip's house and he said they were checking for school ids, so we might not have gotten in anyway tho. Will be checking em out when they're at Oddfellows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrowing the horse names down:&lt;br /&gt;1)Menelaos&lt;br /&gt;2)Aidan&lt;br /&gt;3)Geoffrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-110100301328599494?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/110100301328599494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=110100301328599494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110100301328599494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/110100301328599494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/11/wooooooot-internet-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109891687855178403</id><published>2004-10-27T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T15:41:18.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kiss me beneath the milky twilight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lead me out on the moonlit floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Lift your open hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Strike up the band &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and make the fireflies dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; silver moon's sparkling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So kiss me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;~Sixpence None the Richer; Kiss Me~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's no wonder romantics often opt for suicide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Call me a fox for that is all I am to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My english teacher is butchering Macbeth. It is driving me insane to hear his beautiful words battered and bruised so.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Willy S. I love you. Please accept my apologies for all who are too ignorant to see the value of your works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 2 new abstract/emotional pieces in the works. They are my babies of the moment, and I am quite proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Trait d'Union&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am looking forward to shedding new blood on Oakwood's floors. There's still blood spots from last year's indoor sessions. Scars, what scars?!? My knees are only purple and white with damaged tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109891687855178403?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109891687855178403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109891687855178403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109891687855178403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109891687855178403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/10/kiss-me-beneath-milky-twilight.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109873614733949985</id><published>2004-10-25T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T13:29:07.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so small and unheard...people are ignorant blockheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antidisestablishmentaryism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so close and yet so distant from each other...I reach out my hand only to embrace the air. My heart is heavy and my mind muddled.  Why do we play these games?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Jacobs is a stupid git of a man. Mark does NOT look at all related to Rob Schneider. And he cannot be compared to Curt Schilling. That just doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Mute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the homecoming game sat., it was very...nasty? Too much testosterone in one place and people get hurt. The romans had the right idea, castration.Heh. Marissa and I wanted to be part of the huddle though, it looked like fun. Huah! She wouldn't dance with me though...*tear* so i had to by myself. Hey, it generates body heat and I had no one to hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I don't know who you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;but now somehow YOU'RE breaking my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And I don't know where you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;but like a drug lift ME up to the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It's why I'm feeling alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It's the first time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;here's hoping this day won't end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I don't know,now,what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I don't care, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I need 10 more minutes with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;~10 more minutes with you; Kill Hannah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109873614733949985?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109873614733949985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109873614733949985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109873614733949985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109873614733949985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-feel-so-small-and-unheard.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109854768116558637</id><published>2004-10-23T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T09:08:01.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0526019/"&gt;Javier Suarez&lt;/a&gt; : It's like dancing with my mother's ironing board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0064098"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0526019/"&gt;Javier Suarez&lt;/a&gt; : [showing Katey how to move her hips] in a circle, a circle... that's a square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Dirty Dancing Havana Nights~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109854768116558637?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109854768116558637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109854768116558637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109854768116558637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109854768116558637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/10/javier-suarez-its-like-dancing-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109838897187565789</id><published>2004-10-21T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T13:02:51.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By observing my extended family, aka the BoSox I have learned that hair is everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Bellhorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the uncut version of les mis from la bibliotheque. Took a nap in the butterfly chair while clutching it to my chest.&lt;br /&gt;...for the love of the ABC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro-"You realize you'll have to give it back in 3 weeks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when they pry it out of my cold, dead fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109838897187565789?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109838897187565789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109838897187565789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109838897187565789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109838897187565789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/10/by-observing-my-extended-family-aka.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109838977011429087</id><published>2004-10-21T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T13:16:10.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Darling, nothing is final 'til you're dead, and even then, I'm sure God negotiates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ever After~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109838977011429087?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109838977011429087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109838977011429087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109838977011429087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109838977011429087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/10/darling-nothing-is-final-til-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109831472155518276</id><published>2004-10-20T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T16:25:21.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Status:&lt;br /&gt;-Single&lt;br /&gt;-Currently looking for an irish pirate who speaks italian and lives in chicago. Must be well read in Shakespeare, Chaucer, and Hugo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to plan B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109831472155518276?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109831472155518276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109831472155518276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109831472155518276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109831472155518276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/10/status-single-currently-looking-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109831263123443100</id><published>2004-10-20T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T15:50:31.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>S-Well you are well endowed.&lt;br /&gt;B-It's all God's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't touch me please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I cannot stand the way you tease &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love you though you hurt me so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Now I'm going to pack my things and go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Tainted love, tainted love (x2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Touch me baby, tainted love (x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Tainted love (x3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;~Soft Cell; Tainted Love~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is the republic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109831263123443100?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109831263123443100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109831263123443100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109831263123443100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109831263123443100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/10/s-well-you-are-well-endowed.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109823068237208574</id><published>2004-10-19T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T17:04:42.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; hate the way you talk to me / And the way you cut your hair. / I hate the way you drive my car . / I hate it when you stare. / I hate your big dumb combat boots / And the way you read my mind. / I hate you so much it makes me sick -- / It even makes me rhyme. / I hate the way you're always right. /I hate it when you lie. /I hate it when you make me laugh -- /Even worse when you make me cry. / I hate it when you're not around / And the fact that you didn't call. / But mostly I hate the way / I don't hate you -- / Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;~10 things I hate about you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109823068237208574?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109823068237208574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109823068237208574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109823068237208574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109823068237208574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-hate-way-you-talk-to-me-and-way-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109821497760406362</id><published>2004-10-19T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T12:42:57.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote Mr. P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.zipit.com"&gt;www.zipit.com&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I call my wife Pie Crust because she's sweet&lt;em&gt; and&lt;/em&gt; flaky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On ionization:&lt;br /&gt;"Say this boyfriend and girlfriend were mad at each other, I could just slip in there and...well you know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World domination is always an option!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 games! We don't care! We believe in Johnny's hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109821497760406362?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109821497760406362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109821497760406362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109821497760406362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109821497760406362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/10/quote-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109813592248718061</id><published>2004-10-18T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T14:45:22.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The talking cookie heads are back! Aaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;~Karen; Will and Grace~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'd do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just to hold you in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To try to make you laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cuz somehow I can't put you in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'd do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Just to fall asleep with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cuz I knowI won't forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;~I'd Do Anything; Simple Plan~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109813592248718061?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109813592248718061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109813592248718061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109813592248718061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109813592248718061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/10/talking-cookie-heads-are-back-aaaaaaah.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109812912229220270</id><published>2004-10-18T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T12:52:02.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.&lt;br /&gt;~W. Shakespeare; Macbeth~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109812912229220270?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109812912229220270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109812912229220270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109812912229220270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109812912229220270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/10/lifes-but-walking-shadow-poor-player.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109805567946501239</id><published>2004-10-17T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T16:27:59.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ran the crazy environmental club button booth today at apple fest!&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was, the button maker only seemed to work for those who had donated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid-"It's kind of Ironic that you're trying to save trees and you're using paper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for "litter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a bo sox towel and wore it like a cape, running by people&lt;br /&gt;old grandma-"There goes another boston fan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote a friend "You are a rebel aren't you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vive la republique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109805567946501239?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109805567946501239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109805567946501239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109805567946501239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109805567946501239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/10/ran-crazy-environmental-club-button.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109753676969953856</id><published>2004-10-11T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T16:19:29.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;As he told his sailor stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; She could feel the ocean foam rise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She saw its ragin' glory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;But he had always told the truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; lord he was an honest man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And Brandy does her best to understand (dooda-dit-dooda),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;At night when the bars close down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Brandy walks through a silent town &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She loves a man who's not around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She still can hear him say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She hears him say "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"But my wife, my lover, my lady is the sea" (dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;~&lt;strong&gt;Brandy, The Red Hot Chili Peppers~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109753676969953856?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109753676969953856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109753676969953856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109753676969953856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109753676969953856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/10/yeah-brandy-used-to-watch-his-eyes-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109750228838972805</id><published>2004-10-11T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T06:44:48.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pip is no longer a rennie virgin. As it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M- "Buy yourself a drink!"&lt;br /&gt;Devon-"A drink and a chiropractor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109750228838972805?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109750228838972805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109750228838972805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109750228838972805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109750228838972805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/10/pip-is-no-longer-rennie-virgin.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109750194342876924</id><published>2004-10-11T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T06:39:03.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Faire yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Saw gawaine again! I love him.&lt;br /&gt;Pip and I had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a ring from the same guy(with the fluffy hat) that I bought my necklace from last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A singer in a celtic band that we saw looked just like hugo weaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-You know he would look just like elrond if we gave him a -PONIES!&lt;br /&gt;K-Wow, ADD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet lots of women at the faire think Blight is sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw GBU! Twice, the jailbreak and the history of the blade..but we missed bedtime stories and "The bouncer! Doesn't bounce..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking a picture with Alfredo:&lt;br /&gt;Gustav-"You wouldn't be smiling if you knew where his hands were going!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon trying to attract people to the show-&lt;br /&gt;"Weapons of mass destruction! We have found them!"*holds up two swords and clangs them together* "The government's got nothing on us!" *clang* "I love that sound!"&lt;br /&gt;...later "WMDs coming through!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When using pikes:&lt;br /&gt;Gustav:"We gave Devon a smaller stick because he doesn't know how to use a large one."&lt;br /&gt;Devon: *has trouble holding pike*&lt;br /&gt;Gustav: "Are you having trouble keeping it up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfredo: "I single handedly defeated the entire german navy!"&lt;br /&gt;Gustav:"Let's straighten this out, the entire german navy consists of a rowboat with a little girl in it. And get this, he almost lost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the joust this year! It was awesome. Never knew Devon could ride. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Zoltan, who was "Just Adequate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoltan: "Alright, you get all excited when I say I'm going to hammer a 4 inch nail into my head when there's the possibility of blood and skull fragments and brains going everywhere, and you're dissapointed when I don't do it. But then whe I stick the 4 inch nail up my nose and then lick it you all go "eeeeew"&lt;br /&gt;"You are a bunch of sick monkeys aren't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I light my tongue on fire people ask me, Zoltan did that hurt? And I say, well I just lit a body part on fire, you put it together! Of course it hurts!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wouldn't want to see down there, it's like a wookie family reunion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Guenivere managed to piss me off... silly bint.&lt;br /&gt;Faire has gotten so big that they're looking to buy a bigger permanent faire grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109750194342876924?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109750194342876924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109750194342876924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109750194342876924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109750194342876924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/10/faire-yesterday-saw-gawaine-again-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109691689930051100</id><published>2004-10-04T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T12:08:19.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>autumn124464: grantaire and neville should go floricking naked together with the fluttering ferns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109691689930051100?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109691689930051100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109691689930051100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109691689930051100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109691689930051100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/10/autumn124464-grantaire-and-neville.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109685130416143354</id><published>2004-10-03T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T17:55:04.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 surprise parties this weekend! Count them! 2!&lt;br /&gt;...and yet I have naught to say about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer still thinks I need viagra...aren't teenagers horny enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed lucky boys! Missed lucky boys....no mingling with rockers for me...oh well, Pip and I will catch ToTf when they hit center stage. Our boys! I am so proud of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink shirts are quite see through if wet..I should know that by now...but when you are all hot and sweaty from soccer...doesn't it make sense to dump water on your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are such bad liars...especially ones that call you pretty...*shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you were invisible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been wrong about you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thought I was strong without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For so long nothing could move me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For so long nothing could change me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I feel myself surrender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each time I see your face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am captured by your beauty,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your unassuming grace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I feel my heart is turning,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falling into place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now hear my confession.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~My Confession, Josh Groban~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask, it's been like that all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109685130416143354?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109685130416143354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109685130416143354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109685130416143354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109685130416143354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/10/2-surprise-parties-this-weekend-count_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109666826630991292</id><published>2004-10-01T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T15:04:26.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah, just blowing in the breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wild honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wild, wild, wild&lt;br /&gt;I'm still standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm still standing where you left me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Are you still growing wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;With everything tame around you&lt;br /&gt;I send you flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cut flowers for your hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know your garden is full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But is there sweetness at all&lt;br /&gt;What is soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Give me soul&lt;br /&gt;If you go then go with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wild honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Won't you take me, take me please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wild honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~U2 Wild Honey~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109666826630991292?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109666826630991292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109666826630991292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109666826630991292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109666826630991292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/10/yeah-just-blowing-in-breeze-wild-honey.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109657430664180379</id><published>2004-09-30T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T12:59:49.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I’ll write your name across the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;With all the blood that spills from my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Break my limbs and strech my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Until my hands can reach across the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Feel for this pile of broken glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I’ll hand you the sharpest one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To place it right in my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;~Halifax, Broken Glass Syndrome~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109657360962891656</id><published>2004-09-30T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T13:01:13.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mr. P: "Why am I doing this? If you guys told me to jump off a cliff would I do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote anonymous...*cough* &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a Jesus loving child molestor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think pegasus has lost that Jesus loving feeling...&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the top gun guys singing in the background?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallway sliding is fun! Especially at high speeds in glass corridors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much you want it, an ancient naked woman figurine will not give you affection back.&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;attin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs are gifts from the heart. Share the love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.I.&lt;br /&gt;Artificial*isnert word beginning with I here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109657360962891656?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109657360962891656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109657360962891656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109657360962891656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109657360962891656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/09/mr_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109649125564847558</id><published>2004-09-29T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T13:54:15.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is extremely difficult to share a single sweatshirt with three people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class: Gym&lt;br /&gt;Subject:Volleyball&lt;br /&gt;Someone (insert name here) spikes the ball across the net really hard and it hits Jessminda in a terribly painful spot*cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;McCabe gives her the ball and lets her throw it at him!&lt;br /&gt;Totally awesome, I will love him forever.&lt;br /&gt;...later...&lt;br /&gt;Jessminda: I should have made him stand like this...*strikes a particular pose*&lt;br /&gt;Hal: And you shou'd have been like "Oh its too small of a target to hit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"accidentally" stabbed Pip's lab partner with pencil while walking by...well it really was an accident....*hopes lead stays there until he's 50*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: bring sweatshirt to school...people can tell when you're cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got my first real six-string &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bought it at the five-and-dime &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Played it till my fingers bled &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was the summer of '69 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and some guys from school &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had a band and we tried real hard &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jimmy quit and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jody got married &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shoulda known we'd never get far &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh when I look back now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That summer seemed to last forever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if I had the choice &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya - I'd always wanna be there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those were the best days of my life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;~Bryan Adams, Summer of 69~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109649125564847558?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109649125564847558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109649125564847558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109649125564847558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109649125564847558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/09/it-is-extremely-difficult-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109640595020157708</id><published>2004-09-28T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T14:12:30.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mr. P: (monotone) "I'm not mad, I'm intense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to knock the living daylights out of the next poser who starts singing vindicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poser punk hoodie: $35&lt;br /&gt;Poser punk ripped shorts:$15&lt;br /&gt;Poser dusty vans:$40&lt;br /&gt;Poser black nailpolish:$2&lt;br /&gt;Tommy Hilfiger Socks: priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the water in the taps from the chemistry classes is contaminated by the pipes, so you can't drink it, where do you think the water for the water fountains is coming from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mere told me about my half sister today. We have an odd family tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sings song to starbuck's  double shot espresso song..."Roy! Roy, Roy, Roy!....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109640595020157708?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109640595020157708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109640595020157708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109640595020157708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109640595020157708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/09/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109631521898543135</id><published>2004-09-27T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T13:00:18.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chem Class-&lt;br /&gt;meant to write this earlier&lt;br /&gt;Mr. P was talking about how if someone is drunk and unconcious they can asphyxiate on their own vomit and die. The whole class laughed. I failed to see how it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paint your smile on your &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; nails on your fingertips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A school boy’s &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;, you act so &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your very first &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kiss &lt;/span&gt;was your first kiss &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~Bon Jovi; You Give Love A Bad Name~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Snaps at microphone in mental poetry club, wearing all black and beret*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109631521898543135?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109631521898543135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109631521898543135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109631521898543135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109631521898543135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/09/chem-class-meant-to-write-this-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109631597208329031</id><published>2004-09-27T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T13:12:52.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;y w&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;oul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;d I kidnap a llama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I don't know. You're the criminal mastermind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;t me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109631597208329031?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109631597208329031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109631597208329031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109631597208329031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109631597208329031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/09/why-would-i-kidnap-llama-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109612726723976728</id><published>2004-09-25T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T08:47:47.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to webster theatre thurs. night to se halifax, denver harbor, spittlefest, and home grown avec Pip.&lt;br /&gt;It was great, even though there were only like 50 people. It was sad and we felt bad for the bands. I mean come on! That is some great music. I hope halifax will come back...&lt;br /&gt;We stood next to them like 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;Time one: Waiting outside to get in, pip and I stood together and then to our left they were in their own little pow wow. *sigh* I love them. But it would have been super weird to just walk up and be like "OMG I love your music!" and then turn back around.&lt;br /&gt;Time two: After they played we went to go get shirts and they were right there...all sweaty from playing n stuff, gross, but extremely hot at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Time three: When we left they were right there again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they played they went into the crowd too, and nobody seemed to realize who they were. Dumb people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For want of a sharpie pip and hal were lost...&lt;br /&gt;*Note to self, ALWAYS bring a sharpie to concerts*&lt;br /&gt;After all, it's not everyday the band just goes and hangs around the stage with everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pip was all excited 'cause Mike was short...it was adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denver Harbor was a lot better than I thought they would be, and Spittlefest was a riot.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the whole diarrhea issue came out all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course there was Home Grown. They did the barbie song...yes the barbie song. And I loved every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too bad they had to ask the people to sing along....&lt;br /&gt;Pip already used this quote but I love it&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't clap...you guys are going to hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109612726723976728?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109612726723976728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109612726723976728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109612726723976728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109612726723976728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/09/went-to-webster-theatre-thurs.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109580267326928135</id><published>2004-09-21T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T14:37:53.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm drowning&lt;br /&gt;asphyxiating&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break the spell that you've created&lt;br /&gt; you're something beautiful&lt;br /&gt; a contradiction&lt;br /&gt;I wanna play the game&lt;br /&gt;I want the friction&lt;br /&gt; you will bethe death of me&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you will bethe death of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109580267326928135?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109580267326928135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109580267326928135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109580267326928135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109580267326928135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-think-im-drowning-asphyxiating-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109580171344914007</id><published>2004-09-21T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T14:21:53.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"To all us bloody fools, I drink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago the french government only allowed people to name their children after french names that they could pick on their calendar. Clever people would take the names of holidays and make them into names. They were from the calendar so they could not be penalized. Example: Fetenat, derived from Fete Nationale.&lt;br /&gt;That is now one of my new favorite words, Fetenat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109580171344914007?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109580171344914007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109580171344914007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109580171344914007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109580171344914007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/09/to-all-us-bloody-fools-i-drink.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109572741711991166</id><published>2004-09-20T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T17:43:37.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly, a shape appeared in the shadows. It was a man holding a rifle, aimed straight at him. Enjolras aimed at the man with his rifle, and shot. Nothing happened…there were no bullets in the gun. As soon as he realized this, he ducked behind the barricade but the man had already fired a shot at him. Enjolras could not avoid the bullet which flew rapidly towards him and hit him in the stomach. The pain was unimaginable. He was thrown backwards and fell down the barricade to the floor. Eponine couldn't believe her eyes. She ran towards him where he lay on the floor clutching his side. She turned him over and lay his head on her lap. Tears ran out of her eyes and onto his white shirt, which was stained with his blood. She once more pushed his golden hair out of his face and took hold of his hand. He tried to kiss her hand but he didn't have the strength. She kissed his forehead lightly and heard him whisper, "You made me complete…Eponine." And his blue eyes turned a deep shade of grey. She lay down beside him and wept on his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Lydia at LMFFI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can dream can't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109572741711991166?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109572741711991166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109572741711991166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109572741711991166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109572741711991166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/09/suddenly-shape-appeared-in-shadows.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109572722644245403</id><published>2004-09-20T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T17:40:26.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I met Mr. Stupid Fraction in Chem today...I have a feeling he will be a good friend of mine in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am still referred to as "Lab Partner"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that the entire American male population got jipped when it comes to the "good looking" genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love spanish exchange students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109572722644245403?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109572722644245403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109572722644245403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109572722644245403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109572722644245403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-met-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109563095165000939</id><published>2004-09-19T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T14:55:51.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am such a lazy fart...updatiing really isnt that tedious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a heated convo with Pro about Enjolras's sexual preference. I still believe that he would like women..but Hugo clearly explained that he is oblivious to them, too into the uprising etc. What a utopian.&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceded to argue about his hair color.&lt;br /&gt;He is SO not a blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agenthaldir118: i love enjy!&lt;br /&gt;autumn124464: he IS A BLONDE&lt;br /&gt;agenthaldir118: hes my most absolute favorite!&lt;br /&gt;agenthaldir118: NO&lt;br /&gt;Iautumn124464: YES&lt;br /&gt;agenthaldir118: NO&lt;br /&gt; autumn124464: YESagenthaldir118: NO&lt;br /&gt;autumn124464: YES&lt;br /&gt;agenthaldir118: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;autumn124464: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES&lt;br /&gt;agenthaldir118: ACK NO&lt;br /&gt;autumn124464: ACK YES&lt;br /&gt;agenthaldir118: NO&lt;br /&gt;autumn124464: every story describes him as fair-haired, light haired, and/or blonde&lt;br /&gt;autumn124464: YES&lt;br /&gt;agenthaldir118: NO&lt;br /&gt;agenthaldir118: in the plays hes brown hair!&lt;br /&gt;autumn124464: soo&lt;br /&gt;autumn124464: stupid broadway&lt;br /&gt;autumn124464: die&lt;br /&gt;agenthaldir118: WTF&lt;br /&gt;agenthaldir118: NO&lt;br /&gt;autumn124464: oooohhh...u said 'wtf'&lt;br /&gt;autumn124464: thats not cool&lt;br /&gt;autumn124464: ur supposed to say&lt;br /&gt;autumn124464: :autumn124464: "wft"&lt;br /&gt;autumn124464: i always sayd wft&lt;br /&gt;autumn124464: die&lt;br /&gt;autumn124464: ur hair pink!&lt;br /&gt;autumn124464: *dye&lt;br /&gt;agenthaldir118: omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND as if we dont have enough problems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: hes still hot&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: i dibsed him first!&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: not when he died in the barricade&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: ....*Sniff&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: do not talk about that&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: with his lover grantiere&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: NO&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: and i spelled that wrong&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: GRANTAIRE IS NOT HIS LOVER&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: U FREAK&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: thats ok, im happy anyways&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: IN THE BOOK HE IS STRAIGHT!&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: uh huh&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: u wud know how?&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: but him and ferre are cute together&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: DID HE TELL U&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir11&lt;/strong&gt;8: ...&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: gag&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: seee!&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: SEEEEEEEEEE&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: NO&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: he is straight&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir11&lt;/strong&gt;8: just &lt;strong&gt;htinkautumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: he didnt have a preference&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: hes all...whats the word&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: umm&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: HE'S BI!&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: yes&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir11&lt;/strong&gt;8: that would fit&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: but its not the word&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: umm&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: so grantiere was his last lover&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: too bad brianna&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: aaah&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: UTOPIAN&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: i dont think so&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: not grantaire&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: i really dont think so&lt;strong&gt;autumn12446&lt;/strong&gt;4: yupyup&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: well grantaire has a huge crush on him apparently&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: *&lt;strong&gt;hadagenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;nawagenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: they were just friends&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: all of them were&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: ferre or courfey would have done the same&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: =P&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: poor grantaire...all he did was sleep through the entire barricade...amidst the rifle shots...but he awoke to the sweet sound of his lover. his beloved enjolras. with his well chiseled greek face, his long blonde hair flowing behind him as he stood his ground in the middle of a cirlce of rifles. His shirt was tattered at torn at the sleeves, blood stained his white shirt but he still held his head high...he would be proud to die for france...and grantaire wud be with his beloved and die, with their fingers intertwined....die together&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: *sniff*&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: *sobs* SO BEAUTIFUL&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: thats beautiful&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: im really high right now&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: *bursts into tears*&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: coffee is bad for me, i just learned that&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooagenthaldir118: my enjolras!&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: why?&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: why?!&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: because&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: HE"S&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: A HERO!&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: GAY&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: no&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: hes bi&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: hes a lesbian&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: lola&lt;strong&gt;genthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: and i still think any of the ABC would have done the same&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: no no&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: grantaire lurved him&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: eponie&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: *eponine&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: they all loved each other&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: thats what friends do!&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: grantaire never cared for anyone &lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: except his beloved enjolras&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: NO&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: maybe enjolras wasnt gay&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: he wasnt!&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: maybe grantaire was&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: YES HE WAS&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: WAIT&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: wtf&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: what about the&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: WFT&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir11&lt;/strong&gt;8: song&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: he sings&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: huh&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: grantaire sings the song&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: drink with me&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: and lets get sober together!&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: "HERES TO PRETTY GIRLS WHO WENT TO OUR HEADS HERES TO WITTY GIRLS WHO WENT TO OUR BEDS!"&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: grantaire sang that!&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: wow...freak&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: lol, u memorized that?&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: LOL, jk&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: lol&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: yea&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: no no no...he was truing to cover out his homosexuality&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: i can sing most of the songs&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: *trying&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: NO&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: nononono&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: omg&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: ur dad&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: u know what would be great&lt;strong&gt;agenthaldir118&lt;/strong&gt;: a valjeanXjavert story&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: my mom?&lt;strong&gt;autumn124464&lt;/strong&gt;: ewwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you follow les mis, tell me what you think....hehe we are such freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't guys understand when their attention is unwanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the BigE with Karinia. It was awesome...people just don't understand that potato chips are not the equivalent of french fries.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb assed tall kids stood in front of us for the Mardi Gras Parade and took all the beads...morons. I contemplated trying to get the beads the traditional way, but there were kids throwing them so....&lt;br /&gt;Wore a Bo Sox shirt and the guy who sold me apple cider asked me the score of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:I wish I knew.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Well you're supposed to have your radio in your bag!&lt;br /&gt;Me: If I could afford one I would! I want to know the score just as bad as you!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: You're so unreliable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer/scanner still broken...pictures to update:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work done on RenFaire costume: Skirt done, patterns for bodice and shirt cut out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I just made love with your sweet memory&lt;br /&gt;One thousand times in my head&lt;br /&gt;You said you loved it more than ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~The World Has Turned (Ane Left Me Here)~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;em&gt;Weezer~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109563095165000939?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109563095165000939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109563095165000939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109563095165000939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109563095165000939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-am-such-lazy-fart.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109378484223391608</id><published>2004-08-29T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T06:07:22.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isn't it weird how little kids never eat the crust on pizza. Of course there are pices without crust, but they choose to take the ones with crust, but they never eat it! Therefore when feeding little kids pizza the majority of the crust is wasted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be a lot of the word MORE floating around these days, on tv, the radio, conversations. It is just annoying. Aren't people satisfied with what they've got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of being clever is making certain you are not being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;(shin'a'in proverb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109378484223391608?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109378484223391608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109378484223391608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109378484223391608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109378484223391608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/08/isnt-it-weird-how-little-kids-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109372811050473278</id><published>2004-08-28T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T14:21:50.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is really sad when a guy looks better in black eye makeup than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went horse shopping today but none were up to par. Did see a descendant of Northern Dancer though. Was v. interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave my locker it's first kick of the year. And school hasn't even started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that radio satations are playing "Boys of Summer" new version and old quite often now. Do they really need to rub in that summer's almost over? Morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ionals are predictable, but the world is full of amateurs. ~Tarma~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109372811050473278?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109372811050473278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109372811050473278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109372811050473278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109372811050473278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/08/it-is-really-sad-when-guy-looks-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109369792360282462</id><published>2004-08-28T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T05:58:43.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished watching KH's Unwanted video this morning for like the 100th time and I noticed something that ticked me off a bit. When Mat sings about his boys who don't belong nothing happens, but when he sings about the girls who don't fit in the whole stage begins to fill up with punk girls. Hmm whats wrong with this picture?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, its the price you pay for a bishonen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I shall preform the ritual of painting my nails white. And contemplate plan B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109369792360282462?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109369792360282462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109369792360282462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109369792360282462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109369792360282462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/08/just-finished-watching-khs-unwanted.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109356543210773345</id><published>2004-08-26T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T17:10:32.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a bitch, I'm a lover I'm a child, I'm a mother I'm a sinner, I'm a saint I do not feel ashamed I'm your hell, I'm your dream I'm nothing in between You know you wouldn't want it any other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more to Draco Malfoy than what meets the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Steve Petersen is my hero.(emergency vets, animal planet)&lt;br /&gt;Am reading Animal ER. I am so not working in the veterinary ICU. Being a normal vet is emotionally demanding, working in the ICU is just plain traumatizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched an old lady at shaw's today just stare at the wall while clutching her shopping cart. IT was very odd. Come to think of it, maybe she was having some sort of seizure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooked a turkey today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETA makes me laugh. It is so funny how animal rights activists see everything so black and white. Either right or wrong. I am all for animal welfare, thats perfectly fine, but omg those PETA people are psychotic. Letting minks free from farms when in the wild they'll just starve to death, get eaten, or get run over on the highway! Morons. Do they ever think? And here they say that there is no humane way to kill an animal. What do you think they're doing to the minks?!!?! And really, what about pets that are suffering because of sickness and will be out of pain if euthanized? People decide to join PETA without even reading about their true goal, they dont believe that animals should be domesticated at all. They want to have them life free. THink of what we use animal products for today, lanolin in lotion, when beef cattle go to the slaughterhouse they dont just use the meat, there is no waste involved! Hooves, bones, hide, everything is used. There are even cow parts in cars. The bones go into pet food that these people feed to their dogs! Animals are a necessity and it is madness to agree with PETA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, that rant felt good. Just watch CNN tonight and you'll see how crazy they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the song "She Will Be Loved" by Maroon5 have so much influence on people?&lt;br /&gt;Well...it moves me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109356543210773345?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109356543210773345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109356543210773345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109356543210773345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109356543210773345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-bitch-im-lover-im-child-im-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109347379873889158</id><published>2004-08-25T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T15:43:18.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For they could not love you But still your love was true And when no hope was left inside On that starry, starry night You took your life as lovers often do But I could have told you Vincent This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans are pigs. Fat stuck up pigs. I can't believe I live in the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't there any major artists these days, like Van Goghs or Rembrandts. Nobody seems to care about the art anymore. It's all money, fast cars and chics. It totally pisses me off that there are few left who will actually look at a painting for a while and admire its inner beauty. Try to read into what the artist is trying to say, feel the emotion. 'Tis a sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have been born in the wrong century. Europe is calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to die a spinster. It's inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...currently working on a new pencil piece all in blue...am into cool colors now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess went to ask for her locker combo at school and had to argue, finally she got it from a secretary who said "If you tell anyone I gave you this I'm up hell's creek."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work done on faire costumes = 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109347379873889158?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109347379873889158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109347379873889158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109347379873889158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109347379873889158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/08/for-they-could-not-love-you-but-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109331147322978466</id><published>2004-08-23T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T18:44:31.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My quiz from Memegen:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the url thingy didnt work when I pasted it, so here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do the LOTR men think of you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Viggo said your: Orlando obsessed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Orlando says the sex was: Nice and slow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elijah imagined: you in fishnets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sean B could not: stop wondering if you would join him and Viggo in a threesome&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Karl freaked out when: he saw your big boobs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dom thinks you look: cute&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Billy noticed: you have big boobs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's just scary&lt;br /&gt;Its actually pretty acurate&lt;br /&gt;im gonna shut up now&lt;br /&gt;Am definitely turning amazon now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heres the hyperlink thingy messed up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'2'" align="'center'"&gt;&lt;form action="'http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=" method="'POST'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;What do the LOTR men think of you? by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;ladyearwentari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Name (LJ or Real)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;input type="'text'" size="'20'" value="'Brianna'" name="'Name"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Viggo said your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Orlando Obsessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Orlando says the sex was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;nice and slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Elijah imagined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;you in fish nets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Sean B could not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;stop wondering if you would join him and Viggo in a threesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Karl freaked out when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;he saw your big boobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Dom thinks you look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Billy noticed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;you have big boobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type="'hidden'" value="'ladyearwentari'" name="'un'"&gt;&lt;input type="'hidden'" value="'1074628374'" name="'meme'"&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #000000" align="'center'" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="'submit'" value="'Fill"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="'center'" bg colspan="2" style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109331147322978466?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109331147322978466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109331147322978466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109331147322978466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109331147322978466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-quiz-from-memegenthe-url-thingy.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109330212583083900</id><published>2004-08-23T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T16:02:35.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'2'" align="'center'"&gt;&lt;form action="'http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=" method="'POST'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;What stupid celebrity are you destined to kill? by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;daydreamer8852&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;input type="'text'" size="'20'" value="'Brianna'" name="'Name'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Birthdate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;input type="'text'" size="'20'" value="'5/23/89'" name="'Birthdate'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;You killed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/app/" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;With a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/app/" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;December 12, 2022&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type="'hidden'" value="'daydreamer8852'" name="'un'"&gt;&lt;input type="'hidden'" value="'1074636882'" name="'meme'"&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #000000" align="'center'" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="'submit'" value="'Fill"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="'center'" bg colspan="2" style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New pic outta the queue! Sadly pip's didn't make it, mods want it to be cleaned up a bit. I'll send it in again when i got more stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/art/b/r/brihal118/brihal118.html"&gt;http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/art/b/r/brihal118/brihal118.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109330212583083900?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109330212583083900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109330212583083900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109330212583083900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109330212583083900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-stupid-celebrity-are-you-destined.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109329527215329041</id><published>2004-08-23T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T14:07:52.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like I said, its summer&lt;br /&gt;dont expect anything from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been to cape cod and impersonated a parking attendant with my cuz the captain(steph)  at the beach while singing showtunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have waved to people  in cars driving by on a bridge at the beach, with the capt, it was fun old people got really excited and waved back, and we determined that you CAN drive a motorcycle with one hand&lt;br /&gt;Made friends with the ice cream man who happened to look like peter parker&lt;br /&gt;T'was all fun until some college guys drove by and started yelling at us. Then we contemplated putting shirts on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rode a Go Kart for the first time, steph drove and I was passenger. Which is good because if I had been driving the puerto rican kid that kept ramming into us would be dead now. Stupid bastard. Screw the rules, no reckless driving, bah! I wanted to run him into the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taught Sam how to ballroom dance, he's gonna be me and katie's prom date! Yep, but i believe I must lay down some ground rules as the other day he tried to pull down my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping...It is very difficult to find shirts these days, my mom says they're all too tight across the chest, but there aren't any sizes bigger. ME-"What do you think of this one mom?" MOM-"Are there any XLs?" Curse genetics, there's not much I can do about that. Curses. There was this awesome jack sparrow shirt that i loved ans she wouldnt let me get it. Mebbe I should turn amazon. They used to lob off their breasts so they could use a bow and arrow better. Sounds like a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so funny watching subway trying to make kids loose weight. I think jared wants more publicity. Not likin the looks hes giving those poor children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when is cheerleading a sport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The karinia and I spent a lovely night in the dark...We lost power from 6 pm on friday to 4 am on saturday. Luckily we had limeaid and junior mints. And bean bag chairs and pillows. Swimming by flashlight was also an interesting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that Nicolas Touzaint is my hero.&lt;br /&gt;He can do some serious riding, and to be put after Jean Tulere! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess was over on sunday, we had a heart to heart. We figured out that a guy who isn't even your boyfriend that you went to your winter formal with shouldn't buy you a camera. Its just strange.&lt;br /&gt;Very strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109329527215329041?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109329527215329041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109329527215329041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109329527215329041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109329527215329041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/08/like-i-said-its-summer-dont-expect.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109097222473254539</id><published>2004-07-27T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T16:50:24.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That which is unthinkable in public is often conducted in private&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109097222473254539?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109097222473254539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109097222473254539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109097222473254539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109097222473254539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/07/that-which-is-unthinkable-in-public-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109097209880712658</id><published>2004-07-27T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T16:48:18.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was a Roar marathon yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;A ROAR marathon!&lt;br /&gt;It totally made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the gorrilla in tampa bay airport, he was on my flight. Funny, I seem to remember that happening before...huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get to my seat next to this couple and then before we take off, they decide to move to the exit row seat. The exit row seat? I'll bet they wanted to be there not to help people in an accident but to be the first ones out themselves. Selfish buggers Or...maybe it was me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss sam&lt;br /&gt;Miss sam&lt;br /&gt;Miss sam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the pool to see my sister's swimming lesson and saw "lifeguard Tom" haha!&lt;br /&gt;Before we left I waved to him, but i dunno if he recognized me from across the pool...he geve me a real strange look. Oh well. I can bug him about it next time I see him. Or I could just sick my sister on him...now that is a fate I do not wish upon anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donnez du sang Donnez la vie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109097209880712658?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109097209880712658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109097209880712658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109097209880712658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109097209880712658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/07/there-was-roar-marathon-yesterday-roar.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109089933547932567</id><published>2004-07-26T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T20:35:35.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Take what ya can!&lt;br /&gt; Give nothing back!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109089933547932567?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109089933547932567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109089933547932567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109089933547932567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109089933547932567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/07/take-what-ya-can-give-nothing-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109085157941665881</id><published>2004-07-26T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T07:19:39.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omigosh&lt;br /&gt; I got the coolest idea for a fanfic&lt;br /&gt; yes yes yes&lt;br /&gt; more later&lt;br /&gt; for now&lt;br /&gt; must work on pic of Oliver Wood landing a fist in Marcus Flint's face&lt;br /&gt; Woohoo! What fun!&lt;br /&gt; As pippin would say "Wheeeeeeeee!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "That &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;elf's got soft hands."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109085157941665881?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109085157941665881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109085157941665881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109085157941665881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109085157941665881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/07/omigosh-i-got-coolest-idea-for-fanfic.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109078743229094532</id><published>2004-07-25T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T13:30:32.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems to me that rum has been replaced with water on aquafina commercials! What's with that! They sing bar songs about drinking...get this...water!!!&lt;br /&gt; This is horrible!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109078743229094532?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109078743229094532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109078743229094532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109078743229094532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109078743229094532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/07/it-seems-to-me-that-rum-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109078723160536168</id><published>2004-07-25T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T13:27:11.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beach Beach Beach&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; You know, when you go in the water you expect for it to cool you off, not be warmer than the air.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Plan on watching top gun for the millionth time tonight. Maybe this time goose won't die.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Perverted old man on the beach kept checking me out....for some reason I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt; Took a walk and some kid threw a frisbee. It almost hit my head, luckily his buddy caught it. Was not amused, used keen eyebrow arch. He was cute, I'll give him that, but all the same, he got the arch. Works everytime.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Still stuff in the queue...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109078723160536168?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109078723160536168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109078723160536168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109078723160536168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109078723160536168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/07/beach-beach-beach-you-know-when-you-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-109076728627957497</id><published>2004-07-25T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T07:54:46.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently in the land of milk and honey. AKA Florida.&lt;br /&gt; It's summer give me a break, I've been on vaca nowhere near a computer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Am unsuccessful in quest to find fountain of youth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Went to Montreal, stopped in Montpelier for lunch.  We were eating subway in the park and this old bum walks down the street, right into a pole. Then he bends over and starts picking up stuff. We thought it was coins but it was cigarette butts. Next he starts talking to himself, waving his arms around and shouting. He's telling himslef jokes! Whats even more scary, I was the only one who noticed he was carrying a knife with an 8 in blade.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; People from PA are loud, so we shove cold pizza under their hotel room doors!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I'm minding my own business toasting some bread on this awesome toaster that goes around in circles at the continental breakfast at the hotel when some a-hole comes up to me and says "Are you just going to stand and spectate that or are you going to move aside and allow others to put their toast in the toaster." What a moron. I say "Actually I think I will stand here and spectate my toast and you can wait in line just like the rest of us did."&lt;br /&gt; What is the world coming to?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Saw an adorable busker who looked like Josh Groban. He smiled at me!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Boston is going to be the death of me. After going back and forth winning by one, loosing by four and then in the 9th winning by one all in the same game against the yankees! I love jason varitek, he goes and beats up A-Rod while he's still wearing his catcher's stuff. Who has the advantage! It was hilarious because jays is shorter than Alex, but hey its about time that idiot learned a lesson.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Embrace the Insanity.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Note to self-must tell pip about Race the Dream and horses from race yesterday named Samwise and Gwaihir.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Work done on renfaire costumes-0&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-109076728627957497?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/109076728627957497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=109076728627957497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109076728627957497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/109076728627957497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/07/currently-in-land-of-milk-and-honey.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-108933969274224957</id><published>2004-07-08T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T19:21:32.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SuperCurlz/1059385856_CWINDOWSDesktopLotR.JPG" border="0" alt="CWINDOWSDesktopLotR.JPG"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lord of the Rings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SuperCurlz/quizzes/What%20movie%20Do%20you%20Belong%20in%3F(many%20different%20outcomes!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-108933969274224957?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/108933969274224957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=108933969274224957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/108933969274224957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/108933969274224957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/07/lord-of-rings-what-movie-do-you-belong.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-108933857484897357</id><published>2004-07-08T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T19:02:54.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will somebody remind me why I love horses so much?&lt;br /&gt;Do they appreciate me at all?&lt;br /&gt;I get stepped on and bitten and run over and kicked.&lt;br /&gt;Well..i suppose they can't feel appreciation as animals are amoral in the immortal words of Miss C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the stinky plant at UCONN&lt;br /&gt;It supposedly blooms every 30 years and was blooming now&lt;br /&gt;Went that very day and it was closed&lt;br /&gt;And it smells like a monkeys arse.&lt;br /&gt;What a rip off. &lt;br /&gt;Hmph...Titan Arum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp kids are annoying little brats with no respect whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;There are going to be some murders if they don't start to straighten out.&lt;br /&gt;Of course...I could turn my back for a few minutes and let the horsed do the murdering for me. But I really don't feel like going to court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Sm sparkly nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;That's right world, I bought nail polish for a horse!&lt;br /&gt;Ok Hal, make Sam pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heads are going to roll."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-108933857484897357?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/108933857484897357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=108933857484897357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/108933857484897357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/108933857484897357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/07/will-somebody-remind-me-why-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-108925289488047116</id><published>2004-07-07T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T19:14:54.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>madamefox29: you know&lt;br /&gt;madamefox29: i found&lt;br /&gt;madamefox29: a facial expression&lt;br /&gt;madamefox29: except that&lt;br /&gt;madamefox29: you can't see it&lt;br /&gt;madamefox29: cuz the camera moves&lt;br /&gt;agenthaldir118: where&lt;br /&gt;madamefox29: and from the back you see his cheeck bones go *fwoom* up&lt;br /&gt;agenthaldir118: what part&lt;br /&gt;madamefox29: when aragorn comes back from his little fall in TTT&lt;br /&gt;agenthaldir118: !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;agenthaldir118: i saw that!!!&lt;br /&gt;madamefox29: i was like&lt;br /&gt;agenthaldir118: *FWOOM*&lt;br /&gt;madamefox29: "oh man you should definitely be able to see his teeth"&lt;br /&gt;agenthaldir118: if they go fwoom!&lt;br /&gt;agenthaldir118: thats my word of the day!&lt;br /&gt;madamefox29: hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-108925289488047116?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/108925289488047116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=108925289488047116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/108925289488047116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/108925289488047116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/07/madamefox29-you-know-madamefox29-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-108895520443171798</id><published>2004-07-04T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T08:33:24.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happens if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-108895520443171798?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/108895520443171798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=108895520443171798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/108895520443171798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/108895520443171798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/07/if-toast-always-lands-butter-side-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-10888661579480105</id><published>2004-07-03T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T07:49:17.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I always thought I would follow you up to the gates of Hell if I had to. And that, once arriving there, I would beg the gatekeeper to take me instead of you. And if he must take you, I would ask to come with you. And if he would not let me come with you, I would wait for you on the shores of the river. I promised to watch over you and follow you always. I promised never to leave you. I never thought that death might prevent me. Not your death, but mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-10888661579480105?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/10888661579480105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=10888661579480105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/10888661579480105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/10888661579480105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-always-thought-i-would-follow-you-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772758.post-108838157706980803</id><published>2004-06-27T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T17:12:57.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.koolpages.com/legolas/elfheadgroupie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.koolpages.com/legolas/figwitbutton.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.koolpages.com/legolas/haldirbutton.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New stuff in the queue again...still I sympathize with the mods, they got their work cut out for them.&lt;br /&gt;Steph and I think there should be a coffehouse for the summer...must figure out how to kick little defenseless camp kids from academy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer tournament...mmph...butt hurts...everything hurts&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna fall off sam tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;Coca Cola has come out with a new low calorie coke, leave it to pepsi to come out with a soda with 50% less sugar. Does anybody else think it's stupid? All this from companies who used drugs (cocaine and pepsin) to addict people to their product in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;I drink them anyway&lt;br /&gt;They are good&lt;br /&gt;They have sugar&lt;br /&gt;Sugar is good&lt;br /&gt;Sugar makes Rum&lt;br /&gt;Must tell pip about the little boy's soccer cheer, it sounded like they said 1...2...3...Rum On The Bus!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what they really said.&lt;br /&gt;The first alcoholic beverage I am having when I turn 21 is so going to be rum!&lt;br /&gt;Yo ho Yo ho a pirate's life for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6772758-108838157706980803?l=hilighterpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/feeds/108838157706980803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6772758&amp;postID=108838157706980803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/108838157706980803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6772758/posts/default/108838157706980803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilighterpink.blogspot.com/2004/06/new-stuff-in-queue-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Bri/Hal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941242121996074721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
