<?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-14247367</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:19:13.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and here's another one</title><subtitle type='html'>my third attempt at keeping one of these.  let's take bets on how often i'll update!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247367.post-114122648010192668</id><published>2006-03-01T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T18:10:28.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mr potato head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/1600/CIMG0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/320/CIMG0418.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a man i know, he's two doors down, introduced me to something called the potato cannon.  it is awesome.  we can launch potatoes over 100 yards.  i am going to devise my own potato cannon just because now i know how to.  i want it to be beautiful.  that's my goal in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-114122648010192668?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/114122648010192668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=114122648010192668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/114122648010192668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/114122648010192668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2006/03/mr-potato-head.html' title='mr potato head'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-113701579921265327</id><published>2006-01-11T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T13:44:06.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new love</title><content type='html'>please.  take a look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/macbookpro/"&gt;my new love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful.  just beautiful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "fade into you" - mazzy star&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-113701579921265327?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/113701579921265327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=113701579921265327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113701579921265327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113701579921265327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-new-love.html' title='my new love'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-113666933034649099</id><published>2006-01-07T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T13:28:53.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>best.vacation.ever</title><content type='html'>yes.  this is the best vacation ever taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it rained more than half the time i was there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/1600/arrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/320/arrow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/1600/umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/320/umbrella.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/1600/me%20n%20jim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/320/me%20n%20jim.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and although i didn't actually get to attend the UT vs. USC game.  and especially although james was rooting for the ill-fated USC team and hates to buy face lotion.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/1600/jim%20usc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/320/jim%20usc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/1600/choke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/320/choke.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/1600/longhorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/320/longhorn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had some fun times partying in san fran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/1600/creamer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/320/creamer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/1600/dimples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/320/dimples.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/1600/james%20dean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/320/james%20dean.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/1600/sf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/320/sf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new years eve in san fran was memorable, even though we got separated from everyone by midnight, i still had a grand time.  how could i not.  i was with my boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/1600/boys%20nye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/320/boys%20nye.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/1600/nye%20kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/320/nye%20kiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again with the rain.  it threatened to ruin our trip down the coast to LA, but goodness prevailed and were able to hit the pch and stop at some beaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/1600/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/320/beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/1600/marina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/320/marina.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/1600/lifeguard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/320/lifeguard.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's all folks.  what a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-113666933034649099?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/113666933034649099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=113666933034649099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113666933034649099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113666933034649099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2006/01/bestvacationever.html' title='best.vacation.ever'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-113665544629721665</id><published>2006-01-07T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T09:37:26.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/1600/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/320/kiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes another belated post.  but hey.  i've been on vacation!  this is going to be the best.year.ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "first single" - the format&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-113665544629721665?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/113665544629721665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=113665544629721665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113665544629721665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113665544629721665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year!'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-113570426224953152</id><published>2005-12-27T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T09:24:22.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days in the valley</title><content type='html'>it was a rather uneventful holiday.  but i managed to squeeze in some things that are worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to see daniel and his girl synthia.  she has some really interesting ideas.  i have to give her that.  and one of them got me and jason saying in a southern belle accent, "i've got the vapors."  but jason took it a step further and gave us imagery of a woman fanning herself while saying, "i've got the vapors."  have i ever mentioned how much i love jason?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know who else i love?  jasmine.  she gave me a life aquatic beanie.  i'm part of the crew.  the life aquatic crew.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of beanies, due to our cosmic connection jason gave me a tomball cougars beanie for christmas!  have i mentioned how much i love that guy?  stuffed inside the beanie were seasons 2 and 3 of strangers with candy!  I LOVE JASON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also went to go watch the family stone.  it was grrreeat!  everyone should watch it.  it made me laugh.  it made me cry.  twas great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this christmas didnt really feel like christmas either.  i really didnt want much.  strange.  b/c it seems i'm always wanting something.  but i've been thinking about it and i think it can be attributed to the fact that i feel like i celebrated christmas a weekend earlier when i do believe i got everything i wanted.  ahh.. wow.. i really am gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "let me sleep (next to the mirror)" - idlewild&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-113570426224953152?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/113570426224953152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=113570426224953152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113570426224953152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113570426224953152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/12/2-days-in-valley.html' title='2 days in the valley'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-113569498169911192</id><published>2005-12-27T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T06:49:41.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas</title><content type='html'>yes this post is late in coming.  but a merry christmas to all.  and to all a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-113569498169911192?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/113569498169911192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=113569498169911192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113569498169911192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113569498169911192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='merry christmas'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-113520777620474660</id><published>2005-12-21T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T12:30:53.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate the nano</title><content type='html'>only because it still eludes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it stares at me everyday on the apple site.  teasing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you nano.  you a-hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "rich girl" - hall and oates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** edit 1/7/06.  my boo got me the nano!  so now i LOVE the nano! **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-113520777620474660?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/113520777620474660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=113520777620474660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113520777620474660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113520777620474660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-hate-nano.html' title='i hate the nano'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-113519712707731076</id><published>2005-12-21T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T12:32:07.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>candy girl</title><content type='html'>so "candy girl" by new edition pops up on my ipod as robert luce is in here showing off his steel toe boots.  and wouldn't you know it... robert busts out dancing.  then i see melissa hop in, shaking her groove thing.  now i couldn't let them out do me.  so i did my little sitting down dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"candy girl..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sylvia shimmies in her chair, melissa does her little point in the air dance, and robert luce is digging his boot heel into my carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you are my world..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sylvia, melissa and robert all repeat their patented moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"look so sweet..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and repeat yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you're my special treat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cause then jimbob texted me and i had to call him to tell him about how we all were dancing to candy girl, and if anyone could appreciate it, it would be him.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-113519712707731076?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/113519712707731076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=113519712707731076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113519712707731076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113519712707731076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/12/candy-girl.html' title='candy girl'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-113502236415479070</id><published>2005-12-19T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T11:59:24.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>best.visit.ever.</title><content type='html'>"hang a sign up on the door &lt;br /&gt;it says don't disturb this groove&lt;br /&gt;just a way to say that &lt;br /&gt;i'm so into you &lt;br /&gt;and the feeling's so real&lt;br /&gt;don't disturb this groove &lt;br /&gt;'cause i want to tell you that &lt;br /&gt;i'm so into you&lt;br /&gt;and the feeling's so real &lt;br /&gt;don't disturb this groove"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-113502236415479070?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/113502236415479070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=113502236415479070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113502236415479070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113502236415479070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/12/bestvisitever.html' title='best.visit.ever.'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-113416114049393301</id><published>2005-12-09T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:45:40.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>slinky people</title><content type='html'>i was speaking to the very wise james austria and he had this to say about a certain someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some people are like Slinkies ...Not really good for anything ...But they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "quiet life" - jealous sound&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-113416114049393301?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/113416114049393301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=113416114049393301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113416114049393301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113416114049393301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/12/slinky-people.html' title='slinky people'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-113396815788064478</id><published>2005-12-07T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T07:14:07.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>transcendent!</title><content type='html'>after jasmine made me crazy jealous on her blog that she got to spend time with THE jason, i knew i had to make plans of my very own with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when steve suggested we all get together on saturday it was a purrfect opportunity.  this saturday the kids and i are getting together.  jason and i sketched out an itinerary yesterday.  it is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  attend a screening of narnia &lt;br /&gt;2)  partake in make believe popcorn at said screening&lt;br /&gt;3)  dinner (that make believe popcorn is NOT filling)&lt;br /&gt;4)  transcendent cider tasting&lt;br /&gt;5)  photo op of the transcendent cider tasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "fucking you tonight" - biggie smalls ft. r. kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-113396815788064478?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/113396815788064478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=113396815788064478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113396815788064478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113396815788064478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/12/transcendent.html' title='transcendent!'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-113349075961626937</id><published>2005-12-01T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T18:32:39.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a bird, it's a plane!</title><content type='html'>i watched superman 2 for the first time in a really long time today.  and man.  what a GREAT movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a scene towards the end where superman gets smushed by the bus full of people.  and the people on the streets are like.  "they killed superman."  "let's get them."  and i hear in the background some guy say... "yeah, i know some judo."  haha... that's awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-113349075961626937?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/113349075961626937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=113349075961626937' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113349075961626937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113349075961626937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-bird-its-plane.html' title='it&apos;s a bird, it&apos;s a plane!'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-113346987717227817</id><published>2005-12-01T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T12:44:37.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*cough cough*</title><content type='html'>... i think i got the black lung pop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being sick sucks!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to go into work on tuesday and hole myself up in my office so that i wouldn't spread my icky germs.  but it looks like i didn't do a good job.  our receptionist has fallen victim to illness.  was it because of me?  i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho.  being home sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-113346987717227817?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/113346987717227817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=113346987717227817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113346987717227817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113346987717227817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/12/cough-cough.html' title='*cough cough*'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-113329813171056191</id><published>2005-11-29T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T15:14:33.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>best.trip.ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/1600/CIMG0238.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/320/CIMG0238.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/1600/CIMG0278.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/320/CIMG0278.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/1600/CIMG0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/320/CIMG0322.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/1600/CIMG0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/320/CIMG0248.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave you with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I woke up in the middle of the night and I noticed my girl wasn't by my side, coulda sworn I was dreamin, for her I was Feenin, so I hadda take a little ride, back tracking ova these few weeks, tryna figure out wat I do to make it go bad, cuz Ever since my girl left me, my whole life came crashin."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-113329813171056191?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/113329813171056191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=113329813171056191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113329813171056191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113329813171056191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/11/besttripever.html' title='best.trip.ever.'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-113166005683563753</id><published>2005-11-10T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T07:15:11.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back in black!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/1600/DepecheModeMeet_Greet006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5243/1283/320/DepecheModeMeet_Greet006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies and gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends and foes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must let you know that my life is complete.  i can now die a very very happy woman.  as you may recall in my lists of 7s, one of the things i wanted to do before i died was to meet depeche mode.  yes... you've guessed it.  i have met the men of depeche mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN ONE YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life could not be anymore beautiful than it is at this very moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i can actually hope for is the next time i get to meet them... i have the courage to say something.  anything.  i just want to let them know that i want to have all their babies and marry all three of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this encounter was only slightly better than my encounter with the singer of ours, jimmy gnecco.  when i met him the only words that came out of my mouth were thank and you.  what's your name?  thank you.  did you like the show?  thank you.  you were at the show where i took my clothes off?  THANK YOU!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but back to the major point at hand.  I TOUCHED DAVE GAHAN, MARTIN GORE, and ANDY FLETCHER!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.  oh yeah.  oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "coffee tv" - blur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-113166005683563753?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/113166005683563753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=113166005683563753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113166005683563753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/113166005683563753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-in-black.html' title='back in black!'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112656385172437519</id><published>2005-09-12T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T15:24:11.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a plea</title><content type='html'>jason statham, please help my blog prosper.  i beg of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you jason statham.  thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112656385172437519?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112656385172437519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112656385172437519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112656385172437519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112656385172437519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/09/plea.html' title='a plea'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112612610218147023</id><published>2005-09-07T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T13:48:22.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apple you bastards!!!!</title><content type='html'>why oh why must they come out with something i want every 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.apple.com/ipodnano/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want.  i want.  i want.  i want!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to (on my ipod photo) "everybody's leaving" - elkland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112612610218147023?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112612610218147023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112612610218147023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112612610218147023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112612610218147023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/09/apple-you-bastards.html' title='apple you bastards!!!!'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112507216768459945</id><published>2005-08-26T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T09:27:05.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and again i'm a follower and since everyone is doing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven things i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan to do before i die:&lt;br /&gt;1. learn to speak vietnamese fluently then go back there and become queen.&lt;br /&gt;2. become a useful member of society &lt;br /&gt;3. live in ny (with jason and whoever else wants to be my roomie)&lt;br /&gt;4. conquer mount everest... or any mountain&lt;br /&gt;5. finish writing one of my scripts&lt;br /&gt;6. meet depeche mode&lt;br /&gt;7. help jason find his true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I can do:&lt;br /&gt;1. calculate tip in my  head&lt;br /&gt;2. spend all day and night reading books&lt;br /&gt;3. love someone with all my heart (even though i was dead inside at one point)&lt;br /&gt;4. do well on standardized tests&lt;br /&gt;5. charm children and pets&lt;br /&gt;6. run 4 miles without using my inhaler (a recent development)&lt;br /&gt;7. watch reality tv shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I can't do:&lt;br /&gt;1. sweat&lt;br /&gt;2. ask for a raise&lt;br /&gt;3. stop eating&lt;br /&gt;4. be a good student&lt;br /&gt;5. do the breaststroke (or any other proper swim styles)&lt;br /&gt;6. speak in public&lt;br /&gt;7. eat/drink things that smell bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that attract me to the opposite sex: &lt;br /&gt;1. nice voice&lt;br /&gt;2. sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;3. intelligence&lt;br /&gt;4. nice teeth&lt;br /&gt;5. passion (about their job or movies or music or helping others or religion, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;6. good heart, kind&lt;br /&gt;7. their own style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I say most:&lt;br /&gt;1. totally&lt;br /&gt;2. that's hot (paris totally bit my style)&lt;br /&gt;3. awesome&lt;br /&gt;4. jason, i told you i'm not a lesbian&lt;br /&gt;5. i hate you, don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;6. i know!&lt;br /&gt;7. you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity Crushes:&lt;br /&gt;1. ryan gosling&lt;br /&gt;2. johnny depp&lt;br /&gt;3. river phoenix&lt;br /&gt;4. hayden christensen&lt;br /&gt;5. spike jonze (sorry elisha - i love me some speigel)&lt;br /&gt;6. peter sarsgaard&lt;br /&gt;7. jake gyllenhaal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I Want To Take This Quiz: (i'm positive everyone i know has taken it already)&lt;br /&gt;1. tony&lt;br /&gt;2. cesar&lt;br /&gt;3. leon&lt;br /&gt;4. neil&lt;br /&gt;5. daniel&lt;br /&gt;6. spam&lt;br /&gt;7. anonymous spammer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "mad world" - tears for fears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112507216768459945?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112507216768459945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112507216768459945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112507216768459945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112507216768459945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-again-im-follower-and-since.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112491906642769284</id><published>2005-08-24T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T14:33:46.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deformities</title><content type='html'>i just realized something very disturbing.  i don't usually gaze at myself in the mirror, but today while doing just that, i realized that my right calf is significantly bigger than my left calf.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did that happen?  how can i fix it?  liposuction?  i'm deformed.  a monster.  no wonder i don't wear skirts or dresses.  and why oh why don't have i have an extra pair of jeans in the car.  why did i decide on this stupid notion of wearing dresses all the time from here on out.  if i'd known i was so severely misshapen i wouldn't have worn a dress today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd noticed it before, but i just thought it was the angle that i was standing and my odd bowed legs.  but nope.  i have a right cow and a left calf.  i'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "homeboy" - adorable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112491906642769284?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112491906642769284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112491906642769284' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112491906642769284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112491906642769284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/08/deformities.html' title='deformities'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247367.post-112489882097148395</id><published>2005-08-24T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T08:53:40.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>asbestos you a-hole</title><content type='html'>so yesterday as i was driving down the wonderous 610 loop i found myself behind an 18 wheeler.  an 18 wheeler with a drop top apparently.  it's tarp kept flapping open, and debris was flying EVERYWHERE.  now i didn't mind so much at first when it was just newspaper sheets and perhaps a plastic bottle cap flying towards my window.  but when i saw the drywall (probably riddled with asbestos) flying towards my car is when i began to get concerned.  i couldnt shut the vents because i needed the air conditioning.  it's hot outside people!  instead i probably inhaled little bits of asbestos.  it's probably coursing through my system.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, this isn't my only encounter with asbestos.  when i lived on riverside in austin, i had to sign an asbestos waiver.  i didn't really read it at all.  i just signed and moved in.  now i'm absolutely certain the waiver said if you drop dead from asbestos poisoning we're not at fault because you signed this little piece of paper.  those tricky devils.  they knew i was a poor college student and they enticed me into a toxic apartment with their cheap rent.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jason reasons that my asthma was set to go away that exact summer i moved into my riverside apartment.  but the asbestos poisoning has prolonged my asthma's  stay.  damn you asbestos!  i shake my fist at you.  i shake my fist at you and your constant meddling into my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "pagan poetry" - bjork&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112489882097148395?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112489882097148395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112489882097148395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112489882097148395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112489882097148395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/08/asbestos-you-hole.html' title='asbestos you a-hole'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112489780838423948</id><published>2005-08-24T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T08:36:48.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me!!!</title><content type='html'>at this place that i have to go to every day (at least monday through friday).  there are people that i have to associate with.  now i have my favorites.  and of course my non-favorites.  and today i got the call that tomorrow i get to play with the absolute non-favorite of all time.  happy birthday to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112489780838423948?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112489780838423948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112489780838423948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112489780838423948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112489780838423948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='happy birthday to me!!!'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112433543481997252</id><published>2005-08-17T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T20:23:54.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my eyes don't need to breathe</title><content type='html'>so according to the acuvue advanced hyrdaclear commercial the contacts are supposed to be more comfortable and not feel like you're wearing anything on your eyeball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well either the commercial lies or my eyes don't like the good shit.  i've been wearing them for the past few months and my eyeballs hurt.  i have worn my glasses way more often than when i wore the regular acuvue 2s, a supposedly lesser contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're more "breathable."  (you like how i put the period inside the quotation steve?)  i don't think my eyes like breathable.  cause more breathable is making my eyeballs feel like i just rubbed sandpaper on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho.  my eyes hurt real bad.  they're breathin too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112433543481997252?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112433543481997252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112433543481997252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112433543481997252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112433543481997252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-eyes-dont-need-to-breathe.html' title='my eyes don&apos;t need to breathe'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112428868959832487</id><published>2005-08-17T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T07:24:49.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what kind of place is this?</title><content type='html'>i'm going to a concert on friday, and in trying to find out who will be the opening band i found out that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Audio &amp; video recorders, weapons, laser pointers, chains and spikes are not permitted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chains and spikes?  what the hell?  now i'm going to have to choose a different outfit to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coincidentally listening to "believe me natalie" - the killers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112428868959832487?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112428868959832487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112428868959832487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112428868959832487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112428868959832487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-kind-of-place-is-this.html' title='what kind of place is this?'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112421537033582159</id><published>2005-08-16T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T11:02:50.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gotta make that money man</title><content type='html'>so.  as you can see by the two posts below, my two options for making money are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  donating my precious little baby eggs and convincing TWO couples they want the genes of a short bow-legged asian girl with an inability to sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  get a celebrity to throw something at me, hit me with a bat, or abuse me in some way.  (this might be double happiness, it depends on what celebrity and what kind of abuse but i might get some joy out of it as well as millions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which shall it be ladies and gentlemen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112421537033582159?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112421537033582159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112421537033582159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112421537033582159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112421537033582159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/08/gotta-make-that-money-man.html' title='gotta make that money man'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112413370452594597</id><published>2005-08-15T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T12:21:44.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eggssss-cellent buffet</title><content type='html'>below is jason's brilliant plan to make money for our move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stujkx: i wish i could be an egg donor&lt;br /&gt;ThatBabysAStereo: you can be a sperm donor&lt;br /&gt;ThatBabysAStereo: dont know how much they pay&lt;br /&gt;ThatBabysAStereo: your sperm would be pricey i'd say&lt;br /&gt;stujkx: yea, but they pay egg donors like $20,000&lt;br /&gt;stujkx: oh... wait... its only $5,000&lt;br /&gt;stujkx: carrying the baby must be $20,000&lt;br /&gt;stujkx: donate two eggs so we can move&lt;br /&gt;stujkx: actually, i bet its $5,000 total, and they take a bunch of eggs... for sperm, they probably only give like $50&lt;br /&gt;ThatBabysAStereo: no way.. you can only take one egg at a time man!&lt;br /&gt;ThatBabysAStereo: those things are precious!&lt;br /&gt;stujkx: yea! this ain't a buffet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112413370452594597?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112413370452594597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112413370452594597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112413370452594597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112413370452594597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/08/eggssss-cellent-buffet.html' title='eggssss-cellent buffet'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112413343143720791</id><published>2005-08-15T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T12:17:11.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hit me with a phone please</title><content type='html'>iHATEeverybody00: i need toget hit by a famous person&lt;br /&gt;iHATEeverybody00: that guy russell crowe hit with the phone is getting 11M&lt;br /&gt;ThatBabysAStereo: holy crap!&lt;br /&gt;iHATEeverybody00: instant millionaire&lt;br /&gt;iHATEeverybody00: for getting clocked&lt;br /&gt;ThatBabysAStereo: i'll take a hit for 11 mill&lt;br /&gt;iHATEeverybody00: he can kick me in the nuts for 11mil&lt;br /&gt;iHATEeverybody00: i bet it was a little scratch too&lt;br /&gt;ThatBabysAStereo: did the phone actually hit him?&lt;br /&gt;ThatBabysAStereo: i bet it didnt even hit him&lt;br /&gt;iHATEeverybody00: he got a cut&lt;br /&gt;iHATEeverybody00: but still&lt;br /&gt;iHATEeverybody00: for 11mil i'd hit him again&lt;br /&gt;iHATEeverybody00: with a bat&lt;br /&gt;ThatBabysAStereo: i wouldnt even mind losing all my teeth when he hit me with the bat&lt;br /&gt;ThatBabysAStereo: i'd just buy some new ones with my 11 mil&lt;br /&gt;iHATEeverybody00: yeah &lt;br /&gt;iHATEeverybody00: i'll buy a mike jones grill&lt;br /&gt;ThatBabysAStereo: and everytime i'd see you.. i'd say all slow.. jooonnn reeefffff&lt;br /&gt;iHATEeverybody00: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;iHATEeverybody00: that might be worth it to get it on my own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112413343143720791?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112413343143720791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112413343143720791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112413343143720791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112413343143720791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/08/hit-me-with-phone-please.html' title='hit me with a phone please'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112412962667675440</id><published>2005-08-15T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T11:13:46.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HATE!</title><content type='html'>there's a place that i must go every day.  and this place.  i hate it.  i HATE it.  every day.  it just gets worse and worse.  and i just get more and more surly.  pretty soon.  the hate of this place will spread its branches and start touching other parts of my life.  soon... i'll just turn into a big ball full of hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to do something before this happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112412962667675440?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112412962667675440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112412962667675440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112412962667675440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112412962667675440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/08/hate.html' title='HATE!'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112399656975525018</id><published>2005-08-13T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T22:16:09.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all by my lonesome</title><content type='html'>lately i don't feel like doing much.  if i may steal a phrase from someone else and swap my name instead.  i want sylvia time.  perhaps i'm just a natural loner.  i just want to hang out by myself and watch movies, read books or listen to music.  sometimes i even do two of those at once.  oooh.. what a multi-tasker.  if i were any kind of multi-tasker i'd be able to do all three.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, when i called tony today he said he was watching tv and listening to music.  add talking to me in the mix and that's 3 things that pretty much require you to listen.  how do you listen to all that at once?  can he really be comprehending any of it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strangely enough, i'm not listening to anything right now.  all that talk about wanting to watch movies, listen to music and read books and i'm not doing any of that.  what a poser i turned out to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112399656975525018?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112399656975525018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112399656975525018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112399656975525018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112399656975525018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-by-my-lonesome.html' title='all by my lonesome'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112377031217839479</id><published>2005-08-11T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T12:50:53.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OWEN MEANY</title><content type='html'>i finished reading &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a prayer for owen meany&lt;/span&gt; by john irving last night.  it is now my new favorite book.  it's the kind of book that when it ends you feel such a sadness because there's no more to read.  usually i love it when i get to the end of a book because i finally get closure.  but in this book.  as much as i wanted to know what was going to happen to the characters, i didn't want closure.  i never wanted the story to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the second time in recent years i wept (what the hell... i had weeped and no one told me!)over a book.  in 600 short pages i grew so attached to a character that their demise left me in tears.  now, i know i said i cried after harry potter and the half blood prince, but i had 6 books worth of investment in those characters.  of course i'd grown a bit attached to the characters.  but owen meany... you've got to read it to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in addition to being a great read, i think the book will help you renew your faith in God.  even if it doesn't need renewing, i think it will strengthen it.  i'm not a religious person, but it makes you feel good about God.  maybe i'm just being silly who knows.  just read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "work will never end" - koufax&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112377031217839479?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112377031217839479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112377031217839479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112377031217839479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112377031217839479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/08/owen-meany.html' title='OWEN MEANY'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112353312077909180</id><published>2005-08-08T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T13:35:45.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy neighbors</title><content type='html'>there are a few crazies that live in my neighborhood.  the craziest of all has moved away i think.  when i was younger i thought she knew voodoo and would put a hex on me.  for some reason when i would walk by her house i'd feel all spooked.  mind you younger means that this happened when i was 18, so this is no child's recollection.  i used to call her the amazon woman.  my first encounter happened while walking my little doggie, porsche.  i was across the street from her house when i heard this banging.  i look up and there she is.  in her window.  freakishly tall.  staring at me and banging on her window.  she just points at me and keeps banging.  i'm all freaked out so i hurry home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;encounter 2.  i'm rollerblading down the street with porsche.  i'm just around the corner from my house and i hear yelling.  i see crazy amazon woman barreling towards me.  i'm freaked the hell out!  i blade back to my house as fast as i can.  and duck inside.  i peek out the window and she's nowhere to be found.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from that point on i try to avoid her house, but porsche has a mind of her own and likes that route.  i cannot deny my doggie anything, so despite my fears of the amazon woman i continue to walk that way.  thankfully weeks go by and i don't see her.  however, her house is undergoing mystic changes.  she has little statues positioned in the huge window where i originally saw her appear.  her front yard is suddenly lined with red glowing yard candles.  she then installs purple lights by the huge window to highlight the weird little statues.  and you people wonder why i thought this lady knew voodoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i think this lady knows voodoo, i convince porsche we can never go that way again.  so i start walking and rollerblading on the other side of the neighborhood.  this is when i start to notice a car following me.  i just thought i was being silly.  of course that car is not following me.  i mean.. sure i've seen it 3-4 times this week behind me and then round the corner and slow down and follow me.  maybe they're just lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. that theory went down the drain when one day while checking my mail, the car pulls up to me.  the window rolls down and lo and behold.  it's amazon lady in the flesh!  she starts yelling at me.  where do you live?  where do you live?  i'm like.. why?  i don't know you.  what's wrong with you you freakishly big woman?  so i start walking away really fast.  i hear her tell the vacant eyed man driving to follow me. except they're driving in the opposite way, and that's when i start to run.  i ran like the wind.  i wasn't quite sure the scary voodoo people didn't follow me.  but i kept peeking out the window and i didn't see them or their car.  whew!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that i took great pains to always have company whenever i walked my dog.  and i never did have an incident with crazy amazon lady again.  shortly after all this happened my sister was at the homeowners meeting and she said that several of the neighbors complained that some huge lady was terrorizing the neighborhood kids.  sadly.. i was their size and although i was 18 i'm pretty sure she thought i was an 8 year old.  crazy amazon lady moved not too long after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before she moved, my cousins moved into the neighborhood.  the house they built was the exact same color and model as the amazon lady.  i was always afraid that since they were living in the same type house that the amazon lady could put a hex on their house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho.. i have other crazy neighbors, but i'm tired and i want to hear about yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "all is full of love" - death cab for cutie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112353312077909180?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112353312077909180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112353312077909180' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112353312077909180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112353312077909180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/08/crazy-neighbors.html' title='crazy neighbors'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247367.post-112351567351384069</id><published>2005-08-08T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T08:41:13.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>corolla nation</title><content type='html'>as i was driving into work this morning i did my usual darting and weaving through the traffic.  i noticed that i was pretty much emulating the moves of another corolla in front of me.  i started to wonder if he was like.. why is this other corolla following me.  so when he switched lanes i didn't follow even though i would have been going faster.  instead another corolla pulls up next to him.  and i'm thinking.. man this guy just can't get away from other corollas.  then next thing i know.  the car in front of me changes lanes to reveal another corolla.  that's a total of 4 corollas driving in a row... so strange.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there just an overabundance of corollas in houston?  or is it that we're more conscious of what we drive and we tend to see it everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "when the body speaks" - depeche mode&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112351567351384069?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112351567351384069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112351567351384069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112351567351384069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112351567351384069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/08/corolla-nation.html' title='corolla nation'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112320375505689221</id><published>2005-08-04T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T18:02:35.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mothers</title><content type='html'>here's the set up.  my sister is on the couch watching television.  my little brother is in the kitchen preparing some food.  i'm on the phone discussing a particularly trying day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother comes down the stairs. she surveys the area.  sees my brother, sister and me.  so.. she decides that i'm the one that needs to hear what she has to say about the people mowing our lawn.  me, the one on the phone heatedly talking about my horrible day.  not my sister who is sitting on the couch not talking on the phone.  not my brother who is in the kitchen not talking on the phone.  but me.  the girl on the phone.  listening to someone on the other end of the line.  the one motioning her mother towards her sister or brother.  yeah folks me.  cause clearly.  i was the one who could devote my full attention to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the great thing about this is that this was the second time within 15 minutes that moms was talking to me while i was on the phone.  earlier i was on the phone with my boss.  and yeah.  clearly again, since i had just walked through the door, i was the one that had the answers to why my brother came home later than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously though.  i love her.  i mean.  she's pretty awesome.  but not too observant today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112320375505689221?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112320375505689221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112320375505689221' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112320375505689221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112320375505689221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/08/mothers.html' title='mothers'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247367.post-112299809479395216</id><published>2005-08-02T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T16:44:13.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>i'm officially old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember in my college days i could go out 4 nights in a row.  no problem.  go out, come home at 3, be in bed by 4, and wake up by 8.  no problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now... my bones are creaky, my muscles are achey, i look like shit, and my motor skills and mental skills are excruciatingly slow.  AND i didn't even go out 4 nights in a row.  i went out 1 night, rested a day, then went out 3 nights in a row, and rested a day. and now here i am at work. i'm still exhausted.  my body still hurts.  i still look like shit... and i'm still stupid and slow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up early to take my boyfriend to the airport.  he's a silly man sometimes.  i had to go to work after i dropped him off.  and i was already cutting it kind of close timewise.  so on the way there he's like are we going to have to walk far to get to the  check in?  i'm like.. umm.. you want me to go in with you?  he's like yeah.  in my head i'm thinking.. i've got to get to work.  but i'm like ok, if you want me to go with you i'll park and go in with you.  then he looks at me all like i'm crazy and rude for not wanting to.  forgetting that when we were in canada, and although he had time to spare, he did not go in with me.  he just dropped me off and was like bye.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho.  he's cray cray.  but he's my kinda cray cray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "i wanna be like you" - pizzicato five&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112299809479395216?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112299809479395216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112299809479395216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112299809479395216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112299809479395216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/08/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112256325713816467</id><published>2005-07-28T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T08:07:37.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you can play well but you'll never make great music</title><content type='html'>so yesterday i was out drinking with some friends after polka class.  i was telling a coworker that i remembered the steps pretty well.  and he told me i was blessed with a producer's mind.  that i'm great at doing a, b, and c.  then he elaborated some more.  he said that i would be great at playing the guitar, but that i'd never make great music.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that makes me sad.  and you know.. i kind of think it's true.  i've always felt like i didn't have the creative mind to make movies.  but yet, that's what i want to do.  but i can't help but think i must have displayed some sort of creative talent in some classes because of the response i've had from professors and fellow classmates.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.  i suppose it was his bash on sylvia night.  because he then told me that although i was cool, susan was the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a little sad today.  ego a little bruised.  but.  whatever.  i'll still try to make my movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "it's called a heart" - depeche mode&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112256325713816467?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112256325713816467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112256325713816467' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112256325713816467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112256325713816467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-can-play-well-but-youll-never-make.html' title='you can play well but you&apos;ll never make great music'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247367.post-112249371563319887</id><published>2005-07-27T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T12:48:35.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shall lalala amaro wait for me song</title><content type='html'>someone googled the above phrase and it led them to my blog.  i'm a bit confused.  i don't know how.  but whatever.  if you're reading this person who searched for 'shall lalala amaro wait for me song' please let me know if my blog enlightened you on that search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it me, or does the counter thing make you obsessive.  how many people are reading this?  why aren't more people reading this?  only 5 people came to see it today?  am i boring?  what the hell!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can say one thing... thank goodness i'm friends with jasmine because she is super popular.  she's sent more people my way than anyone else.  which makes me wonder why barely anyone else is sending people my way.  are my comments sucky?  are their descriptions of me sucky?  am i sucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn you blogpatrol!  you're ruining my self esteem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "to the sky" - the cure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112249371563319887?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112249371563319887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112249371563319887' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112249371563319887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112249371563319887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/07/shall-lalala-amaro-wait-for-me-song.html' title='shall lalala amaro wait for me song'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112232322307848858</id><published>2005-07-25T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T13:29:34.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is hell hotter than texas?</title><content type='html'>i just reread polka is country.  and i'm pretty sure i'm going to hell.  i'm mean.  who am i to call kevin a dud.  i'm sure in some circles he's the belle of the ball.  and i'm sure to many people i'm a dud.  i'd be super sad if i read that i was a dud.  not that he's going to come to my blog and read it or anything.  so anyway.  although everything was a bit meanspirited, i take full responsibility because every word is true.  i'm going to hell in a handbasket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "where's your heart"  - reggie and the full effect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112232322307848858?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112232322307848858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112232322307848858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112232322307848858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112232322307848858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/07/is-hell-hotter-than-texas.html' title='is hell hotter than texas?'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112230678604247452</id><published>2005-07-25T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T09:00:44.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wild wild west</title><content type='html'>a few of my classmates and i decided to head out to wild west last night to put our moves to the test.  and you know.  i'm not such a two steppin wiz after all.  i guess it's easier when you have the instructor keeping count for you.  but who cares.  we danced up a storm anyway.  here's why last night was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  we made up more than 80% of everyone that was there.  we took over that dance floor!  all 8 of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  we learned how to do the bootin scootin boogie!  woohoo!  we rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  we saw the other 2 people that were there upstairs having sex.  it was like a free peepshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  the dj told us we were the sorriest bunch of dancers he's ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh memories.  good times good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday night i went to a wedding reception.  i took my sister along to keep me company.  which is a good thing, since someone must have thought it was HILARIOUS to sit me at the same table as tony's ex-girlfriend.  even though we're not on bad terms and she's a really nice girl it's still really awkward.  i mean.. what do i say to her?  i was thinking... i don't know her very well, should i say hi to her.  i know she knows who i am, and i know she knows i know who she is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually she ended up moving tables.  whew!  awkwardness ended.  but then i proceeded to get drunk and dance around like a jackass.  but that's ok.  the whole wedding party was right there with me acting a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again.  good times.  good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... here's a bit of good news.  me boy is coming home for a visit this thursday.  woohoo!  welcome home tony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "view of a burning city" - the appleseed cast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112230678604247452?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112230678604247452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112230678604247452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112230678604247452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112230678604247452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/07/wild-wild-west.html' title='wild wild west'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112204988905685926</id><published>2005-07-22T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T09:35:31.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>polka is country</title><content type='html'>i'm taking a beginning country western dance class.  the two dances they are teaching us are the two step and the polka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're both relatively easy to learn.  however, once upon a time long long ago, my exboyfriend tried to teach me at a roller skating rink.  and for some reason i just couldn't pick it up.  methinks it was the teacher and not the student, because i'm just a two-steppin wiz now.  my girlfriends tell me i try to make it hip hop because i keep shaking my booty.  but i'm pretty sure hip hop isnt the only music that causes booties to shake.  well  obviously it isn't, cause apparently mine is shakin to country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jerri has an admirer that is taking the class to be near her.  he is awful at the polka.  and i don't understand how.  its like skipping.  anyway.  after the instructor told us to kind of sway right and left, jerri's admirer had an epileptic seizure.  or what appeared to be one.  i was his first victim.  he jerked my body forwards and backwards, while he jerked his knees all the way up to his chest it seemed trying to get the step together step.  we looked like we were marionettes being controlled by a sick cruel puppeteer, or a 4 year old trying his hand at puppeteering.  it was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also befriended the british man from our class.  he's funny and always smells like alcohol.  he told me he once travelled some 30 odd miles just to get $2 drinks.  that's totally not worth the drive.  so since it was wednesday, i quickly invited him to $1 pint night at 2 rows.  i was supposed to meet my coworkers marty and adrian there.  and british man is pretty funny, so why not.  plus he seemed to be pretty lonely.  unfortunately... jerri's dud of an admirer caught wind and invited himself along.  but to his credit, he did provide good conversation fodder for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once he arrives, jerri, susan (jerri's sis), juliette (my sis) and i are already seated.  we've made introductions.  mind you it is now 9:30pm and marty and adrian had been there drinking since about 6:30.  adrian's sister in law is there and she's smoking and being polite about it.  she has her arm up to keep the smoke away from us.  kevin (the admirer), comes and she immediately says to excuse her smoking.  and adrian says excuse her arm for being up in the air like that, it's because she's a republican. kevin says, "huh?" and i tell kevin, don't stare because it's an affliction and she can't put her arm down.  kevin again says, "huh?"  marty repeats that he shouldn't stare.  kevin, "huh?"  one more time folks.  and again, "huh?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then marty's buddy brian comes along.  marty makes introductions.  remember... it's now 10:30.  marty's been there 4 hours.  4 hours of $1 pints.  he forgets half our names.  and introduces everyone like this, "that's lalala, adrian, sylvia, humma nah, humma nah, and jerri."  adrian's sister in law immediately tells brian her real name, as do susan and juliette.  they're not offended.  they actually think it's pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so jerri's main man kevin, after a couple minutes, get's all heroic and says, i don't believe you introduced these ladies.  and i'm all.. "uh yeah he did... that's humma nah and humma nah., not to mention the fact that they introduced themselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marty and i were a bit confused as to his antics.  i mean... he was like super late in trying to be the hero.  by the time he brought it up again, we were all confused as to what he was even talking about.  and what was the point?  marty says he wanted to show off for jerri.  and he kept looking increasingly angry as jerri spent the majority of the night talking to the british man.  who sadly is heartbroken.  his wife left him 3 years ago, and after 2 years of wallowing in depression and loneliness, he's decided to pick up the pieces of his life.  and i guess that starts with beginning c&amp;w classes.  he's also taking salsa and spanish lessons mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.  i'm glad i took this class.  it's been loads of fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait.  the best part is, without any prompts or remarks from us, brian says to kevin as he's leaving, "i don't care what they say, you're not boring!"  he came to that conclusion all on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to:  "superheroes" by esthero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112204988905685926?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112204988905685926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112204988905685926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112204988905685926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112204988905685926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/07/polka-is-country.html' title='polka is country'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112178397296512041</id><published>2005-07-19T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T07:41:17.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a loner dottie, a rebel</title><content type='html'>that's one of my favorite songs from the get up kids.  i believe the song is about a sweet dreamy one night stand.  jon says that one night stands are never sweet or dreamy.  they're just raunchy.  i'm taking a poll.  does anyone believe that you can have a one night stand that is sweet and romantic?  why?  why not?  please let's discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i leave you i have to include this chat i'm having with jon at this moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ThatBabysAStereo: chanblacky: it can happen if the people care about each other enough, but maybe they feel it could never work... or maybe there afraid to take it further than a one night stand&lt;br /&gt;ThatBabysAStereo: i didnt even prompt him!&lt;br /&gt;ThatBabysAStereo: woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;iHATEeverybody00: he's talkin about one night stands with like friends&lt;br /&gt;ThatBabysAStereo: but couldnt it be with a cool stranger you met&lt;br /&gt;iHATEeverybody00: yeah if you live in the world of serendipity or dawsons creek&lt;br /&gt;iHATEeverybody00: otherwise its a drunken humpfest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jon is hilarious.  i love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "i'm a loner dottie a rebel" -the get up kids (what else, duh!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112178397296512041?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112178397296512041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112178397296512041' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112178397296512041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112178397296512041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-loner-dottie-rebel.html' title='i&apos;m a loner dottie, a rebel'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112178270592553459</id><published>2005-07-19T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T07:21:29.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in san diego they have lobster</title><content type='html'>my friend jerri has made friends with a boy from san diego named ata.  he in turn  has brought another friend from san diego named daniel.  ata is fresh out of college.  and dan is still in college.  they are young.  they are sweet.  and let face it.  kids say the cutest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jerri's sister kathy asked daniel if he's ever tried chicken fried steak.  he had no idea what chicken fried steak was and when kathy expressed shock that he didn't know.  he said, "in san diego we have lobster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this a fair trade off?  chicken fried steak is to lobster as sylvia is to porcupines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "action &amp; action" -the get up kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112178270592553459?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112178270592553459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112178270592553459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112178270592553459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112178270592553459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/07/in-san-diego-they-have-lobster.html' title='in san diego they have lobster'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112166402787932380</id><published>2005-07-17T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T07:26:09.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you harry potter</title><content type='html'>so i picked up my copy after i watched charlie and the chocolate factory on friday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie i felt super sick.  i had a huge headache and i was all feeling like i was going to vomit.  which i almost did when i got to my sister's car.  but i still had to go get my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to borders where i reserved my copy at about 12:20am.  i was number 467.  which meant that there were 466 other people who picked up books before me.  damn!  people are freaks!  i took the book home.. read the first few chapters and had to go to sleep.  i was seriously feeling ill.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at about 2pm on saturday.  yikes!  i had about 10 hours of sleep.  it felt really good.  and i didnt feel sick anymore... i think it was just what i needed.  i promptly picked up my book, which i had been hugging and caressing all night, and started reading.  yes before i brushed my teeth.  who cares people... harry doesn't.  after about 30 minutes i got out of bed to freshen up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother and sister thought i was cray cray for sleeping so long and we immediately made lunch plans since i woke so late.  i didn't want to stop reading so my sister went to get some takeout.  i did try to make plans to see crash at 5:40pm, but i think both my brother and sister knew it wasn't going to happen.  unless i read freakishly fast and finished the half blood prince by then, but no... i'm not that talented and so no... didn't make the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to the sad part around 10pm.  i cried and cried.  and for the 10th time that day my brother thought i was cray cray.  he couldn't believe that i'd cry over a book.  but let me tell you people.  the half blood prince.  GREAT!  now i can't wait for goblet of fire to come out in november.  woohoo!  what a great book. methinks i'll reread it again this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112166402787932380?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112166402787932380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112166402787932380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112166402787932380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112166402787932380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-love-you-harry-potter.html' title='i love you harry potter'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112166310742318486</id><published>2005-07-17T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T09:10:33.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause i'm a follower</title><content type='html'>so. jason told me he has a list of all the movies he's ever watched.  i thought that was pretty cool and got me curious as to how many i've watched.  so i started to compile my own.  here's what i've come up with.  i'm still updating it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the latest updated number is 1175 for all that are interested and keeping count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things i hate about you&lt;br /&gt;12 angry men&lt;br /&gt;12 monkeys&lt;br /&gt;2 days in the valley&lt;br /&gt;200 cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;21 grams&lt;br /&gt;25th hour&lt;br /&gt;28 days&lt;br /&gt;3 ninjas&lt;br /&gt;3 ninjas kick back&lt;br /&gt;40 days 40 nights&lt;br /&gt;40 year old virgin&lt;br /&gt;50 first dates&lt;br /&gt;8 legged freaks&lt;br /&gt;8 mile&lt;br /&gt;9 to 5&lt;br /&gt;a bronx tale&lt;br /&gt;a christmas story&lt;br /&gt;a life less ordinary&lt;br /&gt;abandon&lt;br /&gt;about a boy&lt;br /&gt;about schmidt&lt;br /&gt;ace ventura pet detective&lt;br /&gt;ace ventura when nature calls&lt;br /&gt;adaptation&lt;br /&gt;addicted to love&lt;br /&gt;adventures in babysitting&lt;br /&gt;after the sunset&lt;br /&gt;aladdin&lt;br /&gt;alfie (2004)&lt;br /&gt;alien&lt;br /&gt;aliens&lt;br /&gt;all about eve&lt;br /&gt;almost famous&lt;br /&gt;along came pollly&lt;br /&gt;amadeus&lt;br /&gt;amelie&lt;br /&gt;america’s sweethearts&lt;br /&gt;american beauty&lt;br /&gt;american history x&lt;br /&gt;american movie&lt;br /&gt;american pie&lt;br /&gt;american pie 2&lt;br /&gt;american pimp&lt;br /&gt;american psycho&lt;br /&gt;american splendor&lt;br /&gt;american wedding&lt;br /&gt;amores perros&lt;br /&gt;an american tale&lt;br /&gt;an awfully big adventure&lt;br /&gt;anaconda&lt;br /&gt;analyze this&lt;br /&gt;analyze that&lt;br /&gt;anger management&lt;br /&gt;animal house&lt;br /&gt;animal, the&lt;br /&gt;annie&lt;br /&gt;anniversary party&lt;br /&gt;another day in paradise&lt;br /&gt;antwone fisher&lt;br /&gt;antz&lt;br /&gt;any given sunday&lt;br /&gt;anything else&lt;br /&gt;anywhere but here&lt;br /&gt;arachnophobia&lt;br /&gt;armageddon&lt;br /&gt;arthur&lt;br /&gt;as good as it gets&lt;br /&gt;astronaut’s wife, the&lt;br /&gt;austin powers in gold member&lt;br /&gt;austin powers international man of mystery&lt;br /&gt;austin powers the spy who shagged me&lt;br /&gt;autumn in new york&lt;br /&gt;avp&lt;br /&gt;awakenings&lt;br /&gt;baby boom&lt;br /&gt;back to school&lt;br /&gt;back to the future&lt;br /&gt;back to the future part ii&lt;br /&gt;back to the future part iii&lt;br /&gt;backdraft&lt;br /&gt;bad boys&lt;br /&gt;bad news bears&lt;br /&gt;bad santa&lt;br /&gt;bambi&lt;br /&gt;bamboozled&lt;br /&gt;bandits&lt;br /&gt;banger sister, the&lt;br /&gt;barber shop&lt;br /&gt;barber shop 2&lt;br /&gt;barton fink&lt;br /&gt;basketball diaries&lt;br /&gt;batman&lt;br /&gt;batman begins&lt;br /&gt;batman returns&lt;br /&gt;be cool&lt;br /&gt;beach, the&lt;br /&gt;beaches&lt;br /&gt;beat street&lt;br /&gt;beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;beautiful mind, a&lt;br /&gt;beauty and the beast&lt;br /&gt;bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;bedazzled&lt;br /&gt;beethoven&lt;br /&gt;beetlejuice&lt;br /&gt;being john malkovich&lt;br /&gt;believer, the&lt;br /&gt;bend it like beckham&lt;br /&gt;benny and joon&lt;br /&gt;best in show&lt;br /&gt;better luck tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;better off dead&lt;br /&gt;better tomorrow, a&lt;br /&gt;beverly hills cop&lt;br /&gt;beverly hills cop 2&lt;br /&gt;big&lt;br /&gt;big daddy&lt;br /&gt;big fat liar&lt;br /&gt;big fish&lt;br /&gt;big hit, the&lt;br /&gt;big lebowski&lt;br /&gt;big momma's house&lt;br /&gt;big trouble in little china&lt;br /&gt;bill and ted’s bogus journey&lt;br /&gt;bill and ted’s excellent adventure&lt;br /&gt;billy elliot&lt;br /&gt;bio-dome&lt;br /&gt;birds, the&lt;br /&gt;birth&lt;br /&gt;birthday girl&lt;br /&gt;bitter moon&lt;br /&gt;black knight&lt;br /&gt;black stallion, the&lt;br /&gt;blade &lt;br /&gt;blade 2&lt;br /&gt;blair witch project, the&lt;br /&gt;blame it on rio&lt;br /&gt;bless the child&lt;br /&gt;blind date&lt;br /&gt;bloodsport&lt;br /&gt;blow&lt;br /&gt;blue crush&lt;br /&gt;bodyguard, the&lt;br /&gt;bonnie and clyde&lt;br /&gt;boogeyman&lt;br /&gt;boogie nights&lt;br /&gt;boomerang&lt;br /&gt;booty call&lt;br /&gt;bottle rocket&lt;br /&gt;bound by honor&lt;br /&gt;bourne identity, the&lt;br /&gt;bourne supremecy, the&lt;br /&gt;boxing helena&lt;br /&gt;boys don’t cry&lt;br /&gt;boys on the side&lt;br /&gt;boyz in the hood&lt;br /&gt;brady bunch - a very brady sequel&lt;br /&gt;brady bunch movie, the&lt;br /&gt;bram stoker’s dracula&lt;br /&gt;braveheart&lt;br /&gt;brazil&lt;br /&gt;breakfast at tiffany’s&lt;br /&gt;breakfast club&lt;br /&gt;breakin&lt;br /&gt;breakin 2 electric boogaloo&lt;br /&gt;breathless&lt;br /&gt;bridget jones the edge of reason&lt;br /&gt;bridget jones’s diary&lt;br /&gt;bring it on&lt;br /&gt;bringing down the house&lt;br /&gt;bringing up baby&lt;br /&gt;brokedown palace&lt;br /&gt;broken arrow&lt;br /&gt;broken flowers&lt;br /&gt;brother&lt;br /&gt;brothers mcmullen, the&lt;br /&gt;bruce almighty&lt;br /&gt;bubble boy&lt;br /&gt;buffalo 66&lt;br /&gt;buffy the vampire slayer&lt;br /&gt;bug’s life, a&lt;br /&gt;bull durham&lt;br /&gt;bulletproof monk&lt;br /&gt;but i’m a cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;butterfly effect, the&lt;br /&gt;cabin fever&lt;br /&gt;cabinet of dr. caligari&lt;br /&gt;cable guy, the&lt;br /&gt;caddyshack&lt;br /&gt;can’t buy me love&lt;br /&gt;can’t hardly wait&lt;br /&gt;candyman&lt;br /&gt;cape fear (1991)&lt;br /&gt;career opportunities&lt;br /&gt;carlito's way&lt;br /&gt;carrie&lt;br /&gt;casablanca&lt;br /&gt;casino&lt;br /&gt;castaway&lt;br /&gt;cat in the hat&lt;br /&gt;catch me if you can &lt;br /&gt;cecil b demented&lt;br /&gt;cell, the&lt;br /&gt;cellular&lt;br /&gt;chain reaction&lt;br /&gt;chances are&lt;br /&gt;changing lanes&lt;br /&gt;charlie and the chocolate factory&lt;br /&gt;charlie brown christmas, a&lt;br /&gt;charlie’s angels&lt;br /&gt;charlie’s angels - full throttle&lt;br /&gt;charlotte sometimes&lt;br /&gt;charlotte’s web&lt;br /&gt;chasing amy&lt;br /&gt;chasing liberty&lt;br /&gt;cheaper by the dozen (2003)&lt;br /&gt;chicago&lt;br /&gt;child’s play&lt;br /&gt;children of the corn&lt;br /&gt;chocolat&lt;br /&gt;christine&lt;br /&gt;cider house rules&lt;br /&gt;cigarettes and coffee&lt;br /&gt;cinderella story, a&lt;br /&gt;cinema paradiso&lt;br /&gt;circle of friends&lt;br /&gt;citizen kane&lt;br /&gt;city of angels&lt;br /&gt;city slickers&lt;br /&gt;class&lt;br /&gt;client, the&lt;br /&gt;clockwatchers&lt;br /&gt;clockwork orange&lt;br /&gt;closer&lt;br /&gt;clueless&lt;br /&gt;cocktail&lt;br /&gt;cold creek manor&lt;br /&gt;cold mountain&lt;br /&gt;collateral&lt;br /&gt;colors&lt;br /&gt;coming to americca&lt;br /&gt;con air&lt;br /&gt;confessions of a teenage drama queen&lt;br /&gt;conspiracy theory&lt;br /&gt;contact&lt;br /&gt;cool world&lt;br /&gt;copycat&lt;br /&gt;courage under fire&lt;br /&gt;cousins&lt;br /&gt;coyote ugly&lt;br /&gt;craft, the&lt;br /&gt;crash&lt;br /&gt;crazy/beautiful&lt;br /&gt;creepshow&lt;br /&gt;creepshow 2&lt;br /&gt;crime of padre amaro&lt;br /&gt;crimson tide&lt;br /&gt;crossroads&lt;br /&gt;crouching tiger hidden dragon&lt;br /&gt;crow, the&lt;br /&gt;cruel intentions&lt;br /&gt;crush, the&lt;br /&gt;cry baby&lt;br /&gt;crying game, the&lt;br /&gt;curly sue&lt;br /&gt;cyborg&lt;br /&gt;cyclo&lt;br /&gt;dancer in the dark&lt;br /&gt;dangerous minds&lt;br /&gt;daredevil&lt;br /&gt;dark days&lt;br /&gt;day after tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;dazed and confused&lt;br /&gt;dead poet's society&lt;br /&gt;death becomes her&lt;br /&gt;deconstructing harry&lt;br /&gt;deep blue sea&lt;br /&gt;deep end of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;deep impact&lt;br /&gt;demolition man&lt;br /&gt;dennis the menace&lt;br /&gt;desert blue&lt;br /&gt;desperado&lt;br /&gt;desperately seeking susan&lt;br /&gt;deuce bigalow&lt;br /&gt;devil’s advocate, the&lt;br /&gt;dinner with friends&lt;br /&gt;dirty dancing&lt;br /&gt;dirty pretty things&lt;br /&gt;dirty rotten scoundrels&lt;br /&gt;disclosure&lt;br /&gt;distinguished gentleman&lt;br /&gt;divine secrets of the ya-ya sisterhood&lt;br /&gt;do the right thing&lt;br /&gt;dodgeball&lt;br /&gt;dogfight&lt;br /&gt;dogma&lt;br /&gt;dogtown and z-boys&lt;br /&gt;dolores claiborne&lt;br /&gt;domestic disturbance&lt;br /&gt;don juan demarco&lt;br /&gt;don't say a word&lt;br /&gt;don’t tell mom the babysitter’s dead&lt;br /&gt;donnie brasco&lt;br /&gt;donnie darko&lt;br /&gt;doppleganger&lt;br /&gt;double happiness&lt;br /&gt;double impact&lt;br /&gt;down with love&lt;br /&gt;dr. strangelove&lt;br /&gt;dr. t and the women&lt;br /&gt;dragon - the bruce lee story&lt;br /&gt;dream a little dream&lt;br /&gt;dream a little dream 2&lt;br /&gt;dream for an insomniac&lt;br /&gt;dreamcatcher&lt;br /&gt;drive me crazy&lt;br /&gt;drop dead gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;drumline&lt;br /&gt;dude where’s my car&lt;br /&gt;duets&lt;br /&gt;dumb and dumber&lt;br /&gt;dumb and dumberer&lt;br /&gt;dumbo&lt;br /&gt;dying young&lt;br /&gt;e.t.&lt;br /&gt;earth girls are easy&lt;br /&gt;eat drink man woman&lt;br /&gt;ed wood&lt;br /&gt;edtv&lt;br /&gt;edward scissorhands&lt;br /&gt;election&lt;br /&gt;elf&lt;br /&gt;elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;ella enchanted&lt;br /&gt;emma&lt;br /&gt;emperor’s new groove, the&lt;br /&gt;empire records&lt;br /&gt;encino man&lt;br /&gt;enemy of the state&lt;br /&gt;enough&lt;br /&gt;eraser&lt;br /&gt;erin brokovich&lt;br /&gt;escape to witch mountain&lt;br /&gt;eternal sunshine of the spotless mind&lt;br /&gt;eurotrip&lt;br /&gt;ever after&lt;br /&gt;everyone says i love you&lt;br /&gt;evil dead&lt;br /&gt;exorcist&lt;br /&gt;explorers&lt;br /&gt;eye, the&lt;br /&gt;eyes wide shut&lt;br /&gt;face off&lt;br /&gt;faculty, the&lt;br /&gt;fahrenheit 9/11&lt;br /&gt;fallen&lt;br /&gt;falling down&lt;br /&gt;family man, the&lt;br /&gt;farewell my concubine&lt;br /&gt;fargo&lt;br /&gt;fast and the furious&lt;br /&gt;fast getaway&lt;br /&gt;fast times at ridgemont high&lt;br /&gt;father of the bride&lt;br /&gt;fear&lt;br /&gt;feardotcom&lt;br /&gt;feeling minnesota&lt;br /&gt;ferris bueller’s day off&lt;br /&gt;field of dreams&lt;br /&gt;fight club&lt;br /&gt;final destination&lt;br /&gt;final destination 2&lt;br /&gt;finding forrester&lt;br /&gt;finding nemo&lt;br /&gt;finding neverland&lt;br /&gt;firestarter&lt;br /&gt;firm, the&lt;br /&gt;first daughter&lt;br /&gt;first wives club, the&lt;br /&gt;fish called wanda, a&lt;br /&gt;five people you meet in heaven&lt;br /&gt;flatliners&lt;br /&gt;flight of the navigator&lt;br /&gt;flirting with disaster&lt;br /&gt;fools rush in&lt;br /&gt;footloose&lt;br /&gt;for keeps&lt;br /&gt;forces of nature&lt;br /&gt;forever young&lt;br /&gt;forgotten, the&lt;br /&gt;forrest gump&lt;br /&gt;four rooms&lt;br /&gt;four weddings and funeral&lt;br /&gt;frailty&lt;br /&gt;frankie and johnny&lt;br /&gt;freaky friday&lt;br /&gt;freaky friday (2003)&lt;br /&gt;freddy vs. jason&lt;br /&gt;freeway&lt;br /&gt;freeway 2: confessions of a trick baby&lt;br /&gt;french kiss&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;friday night lights&lt;br /&gt;friday the 13th&lt;br /&gt;friday the 13th - jason x&lt;br /&gt;friday the 13th part ii&lt;br /&gt;fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;friends and lovers&lt;br /&gt;fright night&lt;br /&gt;frighteners, the&lt;br /&gt;from dusk til dawn&lt;br /&gt;from hell&lt;br /&gt;fugitive, the&lt;br /&gt;garden state&lt;br /&gt;gattaca&lt;br /&gt;get over it&lt;br /&gt;get shorty&lt;br /&gt;ghost&lt;br /&gt;ghost world&lt;br /&gt;ghostbusters&lt;br /&gt;ghostbusters 2&lt;br /&gt;gift, the&lt;br /&gt;girl 6&lt;br /&gt;girl interrupted&lt;br /&gt;girl next door, the&lt;br /&gt;girls just wanna have fun&lt;br /&gt;glass house, the&lt;br /&gt;gleaming the cube&lt;br /&gt;go&lt;br /&gt;godfather&lt;br /&gt;godfather part 2&lt;br /&gt;godfather part 3&lt;br /&gt;golden child, the&lt;br /&gt;gone in 60 seconds&lt;br /&gt;gone with the wind&lt;br /&gt;good girl, the&lt;br /&gt;good son, the&lt;br /&gt;good will hunting&lt;br /&gt;goodfellas&lt;br /&gt;goonies, the&lt;br /&gt;gorillas in the mist&lt;br /&gt;gothika&lt;br /&gt;grapes of wrath, the&lt;br /&gt;grease&lt;br /&gt;grease 2&lt;br /&gt;great balls of fire&lt;br /&gt;great gatsby&lt;br /&gt;green card&lt;br /&gt;green dragon&lt;br /&gt;gregory’s girl&lt;br /&gt;gremlins&lt;br /&gt;grosse pointe blank&lt;br /&gt;groundhog day&lt;br /&gt;grudge, the&lt;br /&gt;guru, the&lt;br /&gt;guy thing, a&lt;br /&gt;hackers&lt;br /&gt;hairspray&lt;br /&gt;halloween&lt;br /&gt;halloween - resurrection&lt;br /&gt;halloween h2o&lt;br /&gt;halloween ii&lt;br /&gt;hand that rocks the cradle, the&lt;br /&gt;hands on a hard body&lt;br /&gt;handmaid’s tale, a&lt;br /&gt;hannibal&lt;br /&gt;happiness&lt;br /&gt;happy gilmore&lt;br /&gt;hard boiled&lt;br /&gt;hard day’s night&lt;br /&gt;hard eight&lt;br /&gt;harold and kumar go to white castle&lt;br /&gt;harry and the hendersons&lt;br /&gt;harry potter and the chamber of secrets&lt;br /&gt;harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban&lt;br /&gt;harry potter and the socerer’s stone&lt;br /&gt;he got game&lt;br /&gt;head over heels&lt;br /&gt;heartbreakers&lt;br /&gt;heat&lt;br /&gt;heathers&lt;br /&gt;heavenly creatures&lt;br /&gt;hedwig and the angry itch&lt;br /&gt;hellboy&lt;br /&gt;hellraiser&lt;br /&gt;hero&lt;br /&gt;hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;high art&lt;br /&gt;high fidelity&lt;br /&gt;higher learning&lt;br /&gt;highway&lt;br /&gt;hitch &lt;br /&gt;hocus pocus&lt;br /&gt;home alone&lt;br /&gt;home alone 2&lt;br /&gt;home for the holidays&lt;br /&gt;homeward bound&lt;br /&gt;honey&lt;br /&gt;honey i blew up the kid&lt;br /&gt;honey i shrunk the kids&lt;br /&gt;hook&lt;br /&gt;hope floats&lt;br /&gt;hot chick, the&lt;br /&gt;hot shots&lt;br /&gt;hot shots part deux&lt;br /&gt;house of sand and fog&lt;br /&gt;house of yes&lt;br /&gt;house on haunted hill, the&lt;br /&gt;house party&lt;br /&gt;house party 2&lt;br /&gt;how high&lt;br /&gt;how the grinch stole christmas&lt;br /&gt;how to deal&lt;br /&gt;how to lose a guy in 10 days&lt;br /&gt;how to make an american quilt&lt;br /&gt;howard the duck&lt;br /&gt;hugo pool&lt;br /&gt;hulk&lt;br /&gt;human nature&lt;br /&gt;hurricane&lt;br /&gt;hush&lt;br /&gt;i am sam&lt;br /&gt;i heart huckabees&lt;br /&gt;i know what you did last summer&lt;br /&gt;i love you to death&lt;br /&gt;i love you, i love you not&lt;br /&gt;i robot&lt;br /&gt;i still know what you did last summer&lt;br /&gt;i’m gonna git you sucka&lt;br /&gt;i.q.&lt;br /&gt;ice storm, the&lt;br /&gt;identity&lt;br /&gt;idle hands&lt;br /&gt;imaginary heroes&lt;br /&gt;in &amp; out&lt;br /&gt;in dreams&lt;br /&gt;in good company&lt;br /&gt;in the bedroom&lt;br /&gt;in the line of fire&lt;br /&gt;in the mood for love&lt;br /&gt;in-laws, the&lt;br /&gt;incredibles, the&lt;br /&gt;indecent proposal&lt;br /&gt;indiana jones and the last crusade&lt;br /&gt;indiana jones and the raiders of the lost ark&lt;br /&gt;indiana jones and the temple of doom&lt;br /&gt;insomnia&lt;br /&gt;interview with a vampire&lt;br /&gt;intolerable cruelty&lt;br /&gt;inventing the abbots&lt;br /&gt;irreconcilable differences&lt;br /&gt;it could happen to you&lt;br /&gt;it happened one night&lt;br /&gt;italian job, the&lt;br /&gt;its a wonderful life&lt;br /&gt;jack&lt;br /&gt;jacob’s ladder&lt;br /&gt;jaws&lt;br /&gt;jay and silent bob strike back&lt;br /&gt;jeepers creepers&lt;br /&gt;jeepers creepers 2&lt;br /&gt;jerk, the&lt;br /&gt;jerry maguire&lt;br /&gt;jfk&lt;br /&gt;johnny be good&lt;br /&gt;josie and the pussycats&lt;br /&gt;joy luck club&lt;br /&gt;joy ride&lt;br /&gt;ju-on&lt;br /&gt;jumanji&lt;br /&gt;junebug&lt;br /&gt;juror, the&lt;br /&gt;just married&lt;br /&gt;just one of the guys&lt;br /&gt;k-9&lt;br /&gt;karate kid&lt;br /&gt;karate kid part ii&lt;br /&gt;karate kid part iii&lt;br /&gt;kickboxer&lt;br /&gt;kikujuro&lt;br /&gt;kill bill&lt;br /&gt;kill bill vol 2&lt;br /&gt;killer&lt;br /&gt;kindergarten cop&lt;br /&gt;kingpin&lt;br /&gt;kings of comedy&lt;br /&gt;kinsey&lt;br /&gt;kiss the girls&lt;br /&gt;kissing a fool&lt;br /&gt;kuffs&lt;br /&gt;kung pow enter the fist&lt;br /&gt;l.a. story&lt;br /&gt;la bamba&lt;br /&gt;la femme nikita&lt;br /&gt;la haine&lt;br /&gt;ladder 49&lt;br /&gt;lady and the tramp&lt;br /&gt;lady eve&lt;br /&gt;lady in white&lt;br /&gt;ladybugs&lt;br /&gt;ladyhawke&lt;br /&gt;ladykillers&lt;br /&gt;langoliers, the&lt;br /&gt;laramie project&lt;br /&gt;last american virgin&lt;br /&gt;last castle, the&lt;br /&gt;last samurai&lt;br /&gt;last supper&lt;br /&gt;le divorce&lt;br /&gt;league of extraordinary gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;league of their own&lt;br /&gt;leaving las vegas&lt;br /&gt;legally blonde&lt;br /&gt;legally blonde 2 - red white and blonde&lt;br /&gt;legend&lt;br /&gt;legends of the fall&lt;br /&gt;lemony snicket’s a series of unfortunate events&lt;br /&gt;les miserables&lt;br /&gt;less than zero&lt;br /&gt;lethal weapon&lt;br /&gt;lethal weapon 2&lt;br /&gt;lethal weapon 3&lt;br /&gt;lethal weapon 4&lt;br /&gt;license to drive&lt;br /&gt;life aquatic, the&lt;br /&gt;life as a house&lt;br /&gt;life is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;like father like son&lt;br /&gt;lion king, the&lt;br /&gt;lionheart&lt;br /&gt;little black book&lt;br /&gt;little man tate&lt;br /&gt;little mermaid, the&lt;br /&gt;little monsters&lt;br /&gt;little nicky&lt;br /&gt;little nikita&lt;br /&gt;little shop of horrors&lt;br /&gt;little women&lt;br /&gt;lizzie maguire movie, the&lt;br /&gt;lock stock and two smoking barrels&lt;br /&gt;lolita (1997)&lt;br /&gt;look who’s talking&lt;br /&gt;look who’s talking now&lt;br /&gt;look who’s talking too&lt;br /&gt;lord of the rings:  fellowship of the ring&lt;br /&gt;lord of the rings:  return of the king&lt;br /&gt;lord of the rings:  twin towers&lt;br /&gt;lost boys, the&lt;br /&gt;lost in space&lt;br /&gt;lost in translation&lt;br /&gt;love actually&lt;br /&gt;love jones&lt;br /&gt;love potion no. 9&lt;br /&gt;lovely and amazing&lt;br /&gt;lucas&lt;br /&gt;machinist, the&lt;br /&gt;mad love&lt;br /&gt;mad max&lt;br /&gt;magnolia&lt;br /&gt;maid in manhattan&lt;br /&gt;maid to order&lt;br /&gt;major league&lt;br /&gt;major league - bacck to the minors&lt;br /&gt;major league 2&lt;br /&gt;mall rats&lt;br /&gt;man in the iron mask, the&lt;br /&gt;man in the moon, the&lt;br /&gt;man who wasnt there, the&lt;br /&gt;man’s best friend&lt;br /&gt;mannequin&lt;br /&gt;mannequin 2&lt;br /&gt;married to the mob&lt;br /&gt;marvin’s room&lt;br /&gt;mary poppins&lt;br /&gt;mask&lt;br /&gt;mask, the&lt;br /&gt;matrix reloaded, the&lt;br /&gt;matrix revolutions, the&lt;br /&gt;matrix, the&lt;br /&gt;maurice&lt;br /&gt;me myself and irene&lt;br /&gt;mean girls&lt;br /&gt;meet joe black&lt;br /&gt;meet the fockers&lt;br /&gt;meet the parents&lt;br /&gt;memento&lt;br /&gt;memphis belle&lt;br /&gt;menace to society&lt;br /&gt;men at work&lt;br /&gt;men in black&lt;br /&gt;men in black 2&lt;br /&gt;mermaids&lt;br /&gt;midnight in the garden of good and evil&lt;br /&gt;midnight run&lt;br /&gt;mighty ducks - d2&lt;br /&gt;mighty ducks - d3&lt;br /&gt;mighty ducks, the&lt;br /&gt;mighty joe young&lt;br /&gt;milk money&lt;br /&gt;miller’s crossing&lt;br /&gt;minority report&lt;br /&gt;miracle on 34th street&lt;br /&gt;miracle worker&lt;br /&gt;misery&lt;br /&gt;miss congeniality&lt;br /&gt;mission impossible&lt;br /&gt;mission impossible 2&lt;br /&gt;mobsters&lt;br /&gt;modern girls&lt;br /&gt;money pit, the&lt;br /&gt;money talks&lt;br /&gt;monster&lt;br /&gt;monster’s ball&lt;br /&gt;monsters inc&lt;br /&gt;moonlight mile&lt;br /&gt;moonstruck&lt;br /&gt;mortal combat&lt;br /&gt;mosquito coast, the&lt;br /&gt;mothman prophecies, the&lt;br /&gt;motorcycle diaries, the&lt;br /&gt;moulin rouge&lt;br /&gt;mr. and mrs. smith&lt;br /&gt;mr. deeds&lt;br /&gt;mr. mom&lt;br /&gt;mrs. doubtfire&lt;br /&gt;mulan&lt;br /&gt;mulholland drive&lt;br /&gt;murder by numbers&lt;br /&gt;murder in the first&lt;br /&gt;muriel’s wedding&lt;br /&gt;music from another room&lt;br /&gt;must love dogs&lt;br /&gt;my best friend is a vampire&lt;br /&gt;my best friend’s wedding&lt;br /&gt;my big fat greek wedding&lt;br /&gt;my bodyguard&lt;br /&gt;my cousin vinny&lt;br /&gt;my fair lady&lt;br /&gt;my father the hero&lt;br /&gt;my girl&lt;br /&gt;my girl 2&lt;br /&gt;my own private idaho&lt;br /&gt;my stepmother is an alien&lt;br /&gt;my tutor&lt;br /&gt;mysterious skin&lt;br /&gt;mystery date&lt;br /&gt;mystic pizza&lt;br /&gt;mystic river&lt;br /&gt;naked gun&lt;br /&gt;naked gun 2 1/2&lt;br /&gt;naked gun 33 1/3&lt;br /&gt;napoleon dynamite&lt;br /&gt;national lampoon’s vacation&lt;br /&gt;natural born killers&lt;br /&gt;net, the&lt;br /&gt;never been kissed&lt;br /&gt;neverending story 2, the&lt;br /&gt;neverending story, the&lt;br /&gt;new york minute&lt;br /&gt;newton boys, the&lt;br /&gt;next friday&lt;br /&gt;next stop wonderland&lt;br /&gt;nick of time&lt;br /&gt;night in the life of jimmy reardon, a&lt;br /&gt;night of the living dead&lt;br /&gt;nightmare on elm street&lt;br /&gt;nightmare on elm street - new nightmare&lt;br /&gt;nightmare on elm street 2&lt;br /&gt;nightmare on elm street 3&lt;br /&gt;nine months&lt;br /&gt;not another teen movie&lt;br /&gt;notebook, the&lt;br /&gt;notting hill&lt;br /&gt;now and then&lt;br /&gt;nurse betty&lt;br /&gt;nutty professor, the&lt;br /&gt;object of my affection, the&lt;br /&gt;ocean’s eleven&lt;br /&gt;ocean’s twelve&lt;br /&gt;office space&lt;br /&gt;officer and a gentlemen, an&lt;br /&gt;old school&lt;br /&gt;omen 2 - damien&lt;br /&gt;omen, the&lt;br /&gt;on the waterfront&lt;br /&gt;once bitten&lt;br /&gt;once upon a tme in mexico&lt;br /&gt;one crazy summer&lt;br /&gt;one fine day&lt;br /&gt;one hour photo&lt;br /&gt;only you&lt;br /&gt;opposite of sex, the&lt;br /&gt;orange county&lt;br /&gt;oscar&lt;br /&gt;others, the&lt;br /&gt;outbreak&lt;br /&gt;outsiders, the&lt;br /&gt;overboard&lt;br /&gt;overnight delivery&lt;br /&gt;oxford blues&lt;br /&gt;pallbearer, the&lt;br /&gt;panic room&lt;br /&gt;paparazzi&lt;br /&gt;parent trap, the (1961)&lt;br /&gt;parent trap, the (1998)&lt;br /&gt;parenthood&lt;br /&gt;party monster&lt;br /&gt;passion of the christ, the&lt;br /&gt;pay it forward&lt;br /&gt;pecker&lt;br /&gt;pee wee - big top pee wee&lt;br /&gt;pee wee’s big adventure&lt;br /&gt;peggy sue got married&lt;br /&gt;pelican brief, the&lt;br /&gt;people under the stairs&lt;br /&gt;perfect murder, a&lt;br /&gt;phenomenon&lt;br /&gt;philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;philadelphia story, the&lt;br /&gt;phonebooth&lt;br /&gt;pi&lt;br /&gt;pick up artist, the&lt;br /&gt;pieces of april&lt;br /&gt;pirates of the carribean - curse of the black pearl&lt;br /&gt;planes trains and automobiles&lt;br /&gt;planet of the apes (2001)&lt;br /&gt;pleasantville&lt;br /&gt;point break&lt;br /&gt;poison ivy&lt;br /&gt;police academy&lt;br /&gt;polish wedding&lt;br /&gt;poltergeist&lt;br /&gt;poltergeist 2&lt;br /&gt;popeye&lt;br /&gt;porky’s&lt;br /&gt;powder&lt;br /&gt;practical magic&lt;br /&gt;pretty in pink&lt;br /&gt;pretty woman&lt;br /&gt;primal fear&lt;br /&gt;princess bride, the&lt;br /&gt;princess diaries&lt;br /&gt;princess diaries 2&lt;br /&gt;private resort&lt;br /&gt;problem child&lt;br /&gt;problem child 2&lt;br /&gt;professional, the&lt;br /&gt;psycho&lt;br /&gt;pulp fiction&lt;br /&gt;pump up the volume&lt;br /&gt;pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;punch drunk love&lt;br /&gt;pyromaniac's love story, a&lt;br /&gt;psycho ii&lt;br /&gt;quills&lt;br /&gt;radio flyer&lt;br /&gt;rain man&lt;br /&gt;rainmaker&lt;br /&gt;raising arizona&lt;br /&gt;raising helen&lt;br /&gt;rambo&lt;br /&gt;ransom&lt;br /&gt;rashomon&lt;br /&gt;reality bites&lt;br /&gt;rebel without a cause&lt;br /&gt;recruit, the&lt;br /&gt;red dragon&lt;br /&gt;red sonia&lt;br /&gt;regarding henry&lt;br /&gt;reign of fire&lt;br /&gt;remember the titans&lt;br /&gt;repo man&lt;br /&gt;requiem for a dream&lt;br /&gt;reservoir dogs&lt;br /&gt;resident evil&lt;br /&gt;resident evil:  apocalypse&lt;br /&gt;return to me&lt;br /&gt;return to paradise&lt;br /&gt;revenge of the nerds&lt;br /&gt;riding in cars with boys&lt;br /&gt;ring, the&lt;br /&gt;risky business&lt;br /&gt;river runs through it, a&lt;br /&gt;river wild, the&lt;br /&gt;road trip&lt;br /&gt;robin hood - men in tights&lt;br /&gt;robin hood - prince of thieves&lt;br /&gt;robocop&lt;br /&gt;rock star&lt;br /&gt;rock, the&lt;br /&gt;rocky&lt;br /&gt;rocky horror picture show&lt;br /&gt;romeo and juliet&lt;br /&gt;romeo and juliet (1968)&lt;br /&gt;romy and michele’s high school reunion&lt;br /&gt;rosemary’s baby&lt;br /&gt;rounders&lt;br /&gt;roxanne&lt;br /&gt;royal tenenbaums&lt;br /&gt;rules of attraction, the&lt;br /&gt;running man, the&lt;br /&gt;running on empty&lt;br /&gt;rush hour&lt;br /&gt;rush hour 2&lt;br /&gt;rushmore&lt;br /&gt;russkies&lt;br /&gt;s.w.a.t&lt;br /&gt;sabrina&lt;br /&gt;sabrina (1954)&lt;br /&gt;satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;saturday night fever&lt;br /&gt;save the last dance&lt;br /&gt;saved&lt;br /&gt;saving silverman&lt;br /&gt;saw&lt;br /&gt;say anything&lt;br /&gt;scarface&lt;br /&gt;scary movie&lt;br /&gt;scary movie 2&lt;br /&gt;scary movie 3&lt;br /&gt;schindler’s list&lt;br /&gt;school of rock&lt;br /&gt;school ties&lt;br /&gt;scooby doo&lt;br /&gt;scratch&lt;br /&gt;scream&lt;br /&gt;scream 2&lt;br /&gt;scream 3&lt;br /&gt;scrooged&lt;br /&gt;searching for bobby fisher&lt;br /&gt;secret admirer&lt;br /&gt;secret of my success, the&lt;br /&gt;secret window&lt;br /&gt;secretary&lt;br /&gt;serendipity&lt;br /&gt;serial mom&lt;br /&gt;serving sara&lt;br /&gt;session 9&lt;br /&gt;set it off&lt;br /&gt;seven&lt;br /&gt;seven minutes in heaven&lt;br /&gt;seventh sign, the&lt;br /&gt;shadow of the vampire&lt;br /&gt;shakespeare in love&lt;br /&gt;shall we dance (1995)&lt;br /&gt;shallow grave&lt;br /&gt;shallow hal&lt;br /&gt;shattered glass&lt;br /&gt;shaun of the dead&lt;br /&gt;shawshank redemption&lt;br /&gt;she’s all that&lt;br /&gt;she’s having a baby&lt;br /&gt;shining, the&lt;br /&gt;shoot or be shot&lt;br /&gt;short circuit&lt;br /&gt;shout&lt;br /&gt;showgirls&lt;br /&gt;shrek&lt;br /&gt;shrek 2&lt;br /&gt;sidewalks of new york&lt;br /&gt;sideways&lt;br /&gt;signs&lt;br /&gt;silence of the lambs&lt;br /&gt;silver bullet&lt;br /&gt;simone&lt;br /&gt;simply irresistable&lt;br /&gt;sin city&lt;br /&gt;single white female&lt;br /&gt;sirens&lt;br /&gt;sister act&lt;br /&gt;sixteen candles&lt;br /&gt;sixth sense&lt;br /&gt;skeleton key&lt;br /&gt;slacker&lt;br /&gt;slackers&lt;br /&gt;slaughter rule, the&lt;br /&gt;sleep with me&lt;br /&gt;sleepers&lt;br /&gt;sleeping with the enemy&lt;br /&gt;sleepless in seattle&lt;br /&gt;sliding doors&lt;br /&gt;slums of beverly hills&lt;br /&gt;smoke signals&lt;br /&gt;snatch&lt;br /&gt;snow falling on cedars&lt;br /&gt;snow white and the seven dwarves&lt;br /&gt;so i married an ax murderer&lt;br /&gt;solarbabies&lt;br /&gt;some kind of wonderful&lt;br /&gt;something to talk about&lt;br /&gt;something's gotta give&lt;br /&gt;soul food&lt;br /&gt;soul man&lt;br /&gt;sound of music, the&lt;br /&gt;spaceballs&lt;br /&gt;spanglish&lt;br /&gt;species&lt;br /&gt;species 2&lt;br /&gt;speed&lt;br /&gt;speed 2&lt;br /&gt;spiderman&lt;br /&gt;spiderman 2&lt;br /&gt;spirited away&lt;br /&gt;splash&lt;br /&gt;spy kids&lt;br /&gt;st elmos fire&lt;br /&gt;stand by me&lt;br /&gt;stand, the&lt;br /&gt;star trek&lt;br /&gt;star wars:  a new hope&lt;br /&gt;star wars:  clone wars&lt;br /&gt;star wars:  empire strikes back&lt;br /&gt;star wars:  phantom menace&lt;br /&gt;star wars:  return of the jedi&lt;br /&gt;star wars:  revenge of the sith&lt;br /&gt;starman&lt;br /&gt;starship troopers&lt;br /&gt;stealing beauty&lt;br /&gt;stealing harvard&lt;br /&gt;steel magnolias&lt;br /&gt;stepford wives, the&lt;br /&gt;stepmom&lt;br /&gt;stuart little&lt;br /&gt;stuck on you&lt;br /&gt;suburbia&lt;br /&gt;summer of sam&lt;br /&gt;summer school&lt;br /&gt;superman&lt;br /&gt;supersize me&lt;br /&gt;sure thing, the&lt;br /&gt;sweet home alabama&lt;br /&gt;sweet november&lt;br /&gt;sweetest thing, the&lt;br /&gt;swimfan&lt;br /&gt;swingers&lt;br /&gt;swordfish&lt;br /&gt;sylvia&lt;br /&gt;talented mr ripley, the&lt;br /&gt;tales from the crypt - bordello of blood&lt;br /&gt;talk to her&lt;br /&gt;tango and cash&lt;br /&gt;taxi driver&lt;br /&gt;teaching mrs. tingle&lt;br /&gt;team america&lt;br /&gt;teen wolf&lt;br /&gt;teen wolf too&lt;br /&gt;teenage mutant ninja turtles&lt;br /&gt;teenage mutant ninja turtles 2&lt;br /&gt;terminator&lt;br /&gt;terminator 2&lt;br /&gt;terminator 3&lt;br /&gt;texas chainsaw massacre (2004)&lt;br /&gt;the getaway&lt;br /&gt;the mexican&lt;br /&gt;the replacements&lt;br /&gt;the thing called love&lt;br /&gt;the vanishing&lt;br /&gt;thelma and louise&lt;br /&gt;there’s something about mary&lt;br /&gt;thin line between love and hate, a&lt;br /&gt;things you can tell just by looking at her&lt;br /&gt;thinner&lt;br /&gt;thirteen&lt;br /&gt;this boy's life&lt;br /&gt;three amigos&lt;br /&gt;three kings&lt;br /&gt;three men and a baby&lt;br /&gt;three men and a little lady&lt;br /&gt;three muskateers, the&lt;br /&gt;three seasons&lt;br /&gt;til there was you&lt;br /&gt;time to kill, a&lt;br /&gt;titanic&lt;br /&gt;to die for&lt;br /&gt;to gillian on her 37th birthday&lt;br /&gt;to wong foo thanks for everything, love julie newmar&lt;br /&gt;total recall&lt;br /&gt;tombstone&lt;br /&gt;tommy boy&lt;br /&gt;too fast too furious&lt;br /&gt;top gun&lt;br /&gt;toy story&lt;br /&gt;trading places&lt;br /&gt;traffic&lt;br /&gt;training day&lt;br /&gt;trainspotting&lt;br /&gt;transformers the movie&lt;br /&gt;trekkies&lt;br /&gt;tremors&lt;br /&gt;trick&lt;br /&gt;troop beverly hills&lt;br /&gt;troy&lt;br /&gt;true lies&lt;br /&gt;truman show, the&lt;br /&gt;truth about cats and dogs&lt;br /&gt;turner and hooch&lt;br /&gt;tuxedo, the&lt;br /&gt;twelve monkeys&lt;br /&gt;twilight zone the movie&lt;br /&gt;twin peaks fire walk with me&lt;br /&gt;twins&lt;br /&gt;two girls and a guy&lt;br /&gt;two if by sea&lt;br /&gt;two weeks notice&lt;br /&gt;unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;uncle buck&lt;br /&gt;under the tuscan sun&lt;br /&gt;underworld&lt;br /&gt;united states of leland&lt;br /&gt;universal soldier&lt;br /&gt;untamed heart&lt;br /&gt;up close and personal&lt;br /&gt;urban legend&lt;br /&gt;usual suspects&lt;br /&gt;valley girl&lt;br /&gt;van wilder&lt;br /&gt;vanilla sky&lt;br /&gt;varsity blues&lt;br /&gt;very bad things&lt;br /&gt;vice versa&lt;br /&gt;view from the top&lt;br /&gt;village, the&lt;br /&gt;virgin suicides&lt;br /&gt;waking up in reno&lt;br /&gt;walk in the clouds, a&lt;br /&gt;walk to remember, a&lt;br /&gt;war of the worlds (2005)&lt;br /&gt;waterboy&lt;br /&gt;way of the gun, the&lt;br /&gt;wayne’s world&lt;br /&gt;wayne’s world 2&lt;br /&gt;wedding banquet, the&lt;br /&gt;wedding crashers, the&lt;br /&gt;wedding planner, the&lt;br /&gt;wedding singer, the&lt;br /&gt;weekend at bernies&lt;br /&gt;weekend at bernies 2&lt;br /&gt;weird science&lt;br /&gt;welcome home roxy carmichael&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the dollhouse&lt;br /&gt;west side story&lt;br /&gt;what about bob&lt;br /&gt;what lies beneath&lt;br /&gt;what’s eating gilbert grape&lt;br /&gt;what's love got to do with it&lt;br /&gt;when harry met sally&lt;br /&gt;where the heart is&lt;br /&gt;while you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;white men can't jump&lt;br /&gt;white noise&lt;br /&gt;white oleander&lt;br /&gt;whole nine yards, the&lt;br /&gt;whole ten yards, the&lt;br /&gt;wicker park&lt;br /&gt;willard&lt;br /&gt;willy wonka and the chocolate factory&lt;br /&gt;wimbledon&lt;br /&gt;witches of eastwick, the&lt;br /&gt;witness&lt;br /&gt;wizard of oz, the&lt;br /&gt;wizard, the&lt;br /&gt;wonder boys&lt;br /&gt;working girl&lt;br /&gt;wrong turn&lt;br /&gt;x-men&lt;br /&gt;x2 - xmen united&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;y tu mama tambien&lt;br /&gt;you’ve got mail&lt;br /&gt;young guns&lt;br /&gt;young guns 2&lt;br /&gt;your friends and neighbors&lt;br /&gt;zoolander&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112166310742318486?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112166310742318486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112166310742318486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112166310742318486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112166310742318486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/07/cause-im-follower.html' title='cause i&apos;m a follower'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112135845120655407</id><published>2005-07-14T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T09:37:00.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>karate chop!</title><content type='html'>ok.  so here's why i think my friends are the greatest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as some of you might know i've recently become absolutely obsessed with the show veronica mars. i think its one of the best shows on television now if not the best. the writing is smart and hilarious. well there was this one episode, and i'm totally paraphrasing so all you veronica mars obsessive fans don't yell at me for not quoting it word for word, where veronica is talking to logan and he wants to go somewhere and she doesn't want him there. so he says how are you going to stop me. she says something along the lines of strength of will, blah blah blah, karate chop! and does this cute little motion. ever since that episode i think karate chop! is the best little phrase of all time. i sprinkle it here and there. even when it doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway back to my original sentence. i was browsing through all of jason's old blogs. and then i come across one with the title karate chop! back in november 2004. the title makes no sense with what he blogged about. but there it was. way before i had ever heard it on veronica mars. just sitting there. my favorite witty gem of a line. and it came from jason. ahh.. he's the coolest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112135845120655407?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112135845120655407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112135845120655407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112135845120655407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112135845120655407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/07/karate-chop.html' title='karate chop!'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112136539113597866</id><published>2005-07-14T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T11:23:11.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>look in the mirror why don't you</title><content type='html'>i was talking to jon about how annoying it is when asian girls/boys think that dating outside of the race is just the coolest.  i mean.  i'm not against dating other ethnicities.  i'm just against putting down your own ethnicity while you're in the process of doing it.  i mean.. look in the mirror.  you're asian.  if you say you're not dating an asian girl/boy because they're not as good as whites/blacks/mexicans/italians or whatever, you're putting yourself down.  and what ever happened to liking someone because you like them.  i know its cheesy of me to be all like, i don't see color or whatever, but honestly.  all the boys that i've ever dated, not one of them did i choose because i was like... oooh.. he's vietnamese.. that's so hot.  or wow.. it's time for me to date a mexican because they are just the coolest accessory now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112136539113597866?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112136539113597866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112136539113597866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112136539113597866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112136539113597866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/07/look-in-mirror-why-dont-you.html' title='look in the mirror why don&apos;t you'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14247367.post-112136430367081875</id><published>2005-07-14T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T11:05:03.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hot vs. cool</title><content type='html'>ever since they released the lineup for the acl festival, i've been debating whether or not i should go.  last year i went and i vowed never to go again.  i have two phobias.  being touched or the threat of being touched by sweaty people.  and large crowds.  i also have a strong aversion to the heat.  i'm sure that's the case for a lot of people.  but for some reason i don't seem to be able to sweat to cool myself off.  instead i turn bright red in preparation for the pore clogging which will then turn me into one huge blackhead.  so you can see how perhaps a festival in austin, tx in the summer, which about 75,000 people attended, might have left me scarred and vowing never to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now do i risk this hot sweaty mass of people to attend?  there's at least 5 bands that i'm super excited to see and 5 others that i'm really looking forward.  then there are probably like 5 that i've heard about and really want to check out.  it's a hard decision to make.  i need help.  i'm taking a poll.  should i or shouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to:  "collapse" by sparta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247367-112136430367081875?l=ouizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/feeds/112136430367081875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247367&amp;postID=112136430367081875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112136430367081875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247367/posts/default/112136430367081875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouizee.blogspot.com/2005/07/hot-vs-cool.html' title='hot vs. cool'/><author><name>sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279363300464205727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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></feed>
