<?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-6672973</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:04:01.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know it shows</title><subtitle type='html'>blah blah blah</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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>342</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-114243717076660675</id><published>2006-03-15T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T07:39:30.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow.  people still read this!  *yay*  I'll probably pick it back up.  I always do.  School is kicking my ass.  bad.  I'm so sick right now.  and tired.  I slept until after 7 this morning.  I had to be at work at 7:30.  I'm trying to study for this test I have this afternoon but all the words on my page are running together.  I tried to take break and work a sudoku but it didn't work for me.  All the numbers look the same.  I was so stressed and harried this morning that I forgot to eat breakfast and didn't realize that I had forgotten breakfast until about 30 minutes ago.  How do you forget that you forgot breakfast?  I don't know, but I did it.  I need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;The speaker we had yesterday was awesome and the reception ended up being great but it was so frantic and stressful to get set up, my whole body still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;The stromboli I made was all gone by the end though.  lol.  that makes me feel good.  That stuff was really good.  I'll have to make some more...especially because Jimmy loved the Pepperjack and vegetarian bacon.  lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-114243717076660675?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/114243717076660675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/114243717076660675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114243717076660675' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-114191570841458573</id><published>2006-03-09T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T06:48:28.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I don't know that anyone still reads this thing.  It's been forever since I've posted.  In case you haven't figured it out, though.  I've been using &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/cachedans"&gt;www.myspace.com/cachedans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you click on that link there's a section on the left that is my new blog.  You can catch up with me there.  I think I am going to start using this again occassionally though.  Like right now, because I'm about to talk about someone who is on myspace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know what is going on, but Micah has started to go all ape-shit on me.  It's like about a month ago we started talking again trying to find a time where the two of us could get together and have dinner and hang out and try to be friends again.  I mean, I've really missed him, and, yeah, I have a boyfriend now, but that doesn't mean that I can't be friends with my ex-boyfriend.  So everytime I kept getting blown off by him or something really would come up.  I don't know.  So one day I called and left him a message.  And I don't know about you guys, but I've found that in adult world if someone leaves you a message you should return the phone call.  So I was in a silly mood and not wanting to sound like some asshole that's all like "why the hell haven't you called me?" so I posted on his myspace the phrase "no returning the phone-y call?"  Because, come on, now, that's pretty funny.  lol.  yes, I know...I'm a dork.  So I haven't talked to him in a couple of weeks maybe and I wanted to know what was up so I checked his myspace and noticed that all of his friends had since been mocking my statement.  So, I was like, "wow, that's really mature"...and perhaps I shouldn't have, but I told him that.  so when I asked if he and Brandon would like to hang out sometime he said, "I'd rather play leapfrog with a unicorn."  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF??????  I've no idea what I've done.  *sigh*  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's okay, though, because Brandon is freakin' awesome and hopefully we'll get together for some pizza and beer sometime soon.  *YAY*  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On another note, Sheppy is in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe this weekend at the theater in Dickson.  I'm going to try to go.  I think that would be really awesome.  That's one of those shows that I would have tried out for had I still been living in Dickson.  Can't you just see me as the White Witch????  lol.  I mean...I'm White enough.  haha!  Hopefully the person who plays her is as good as I would have been.  lmao.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I'm a little vain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-114191570841458573?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/114191570841458573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/114191570841458573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114191570841458573' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-113475394437569813</id><published>2005-12-16T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T09:25:44.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fINALS ARE OVER!&lt;br /&gt;i AM oNE sTEP cLOSER TO GRADUATING!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*READ THE EXCITEMENT...FEEL IT FLOWING THROUGH YOUR COMPUTER SCREEN*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-113475394437569813?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/113475394437569813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/113475394437569813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113475394437569813' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-113475378991814199</id><published>2005-12-16T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T09:23:09.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;wow oh wow oh wow i haven't posted in a long ass time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cortney, come get your presents.  lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you're not working tuesday night we can have our gift exchange then&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what say you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-113475378991814199?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/113475378991814199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/113475378991814199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113475378991814199' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-113275800224155737</id><published>2005-11-23T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T07:00:02.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys.  i haven't posted anything in a really long time.  imagine that.  i have been so busy i haven't had time to do anything.  i apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday night jimmy, leah, and i went to harry potter at the imax at opry mills.  fucking rocked my socks off.  *plus, that little daniel radcliffe has turned into a little hottie...and that makes me feel more than a little wrong, but not as wrong as moaning myrtle*  (if you've seen the movie then you know what i'm talking about)  one thing to say about the imax is...fucking rock...everything LOOKED amazing...another thing, though, some things that were supposed to be small enough to be unnoticeable aren't on the imax.  ask leah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday night jimmy took me to see tift merritt in jackson.  met her again.  got her autograph this time.  she told me she liked my clothes...again.  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night (tuesday) jimmy and i went to see walk the line.  OH MY GOD.  i had a hard time getting over joaquin pheonix's hare-lip...that was my main concern about him playing johnny cash, after all...but johnny cash handpicked him to play him and so i have to accept that.  that's what i was thinking when i walked in; that's what i was thinking when i watched him play him...but joaquin pheonix can sing!  he can sing like johnny cash!  it was amazing!  and when joaquin pheonix doesn't slip out of character (which he never really does entirely, but sometimes he falters a bit) he IS johnny cash.  you can tell that he took the immitation approach because the times where he was saying or doing things that there are actual recordings of johnny cash saying and doing he IS johnny cash, other times...he's trying to be johnny cash.  reese witherspoon annoyed me at first, but she portrayed june wonderfully.  her singing wasn't quite like june's but it was damn good, none-the-less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-113275800224155737?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/113275800224155737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/113275800224155737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113275800224155737' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-113052454246897341</id><published>2005-10-28T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T11:35:42.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leah gave me a great idea the other day.  It would probably be a little hard to try to pull together and get the time to do it all, but I think it would be really great.  We were in my apartment and I was teaching her how to make wings when she said that it would really be a good idea to make a website instructing people on how to do this.  I thought about it for a while and I realize she's right.  That would be a really good website, because I know how to do just about everything.  I was thinking that today when I was making Jimmy's costume because all it really is is a robe and anybody could use a robe for just about anything and it was so simple to make that it would be really easy just to put directions for that on the website and then anybody would be able to do it.  Well, that's just a thought, and it would take me forever to figure out how to give directions for all the things I know how to do, or just to figure out which of the things I actually want to put on the 'net.  But if I did that I think it would be an extremely helpful website.  What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-113052454246897341?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/113052454246897341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/113052454246897341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113052454246897341' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-113050580005551977</id><published>2005-10-28T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T06:23:20.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's not even Halloween yet and Halloween is alreaddy over.  We went to WalMart last night and they've already moved out all of their Halloween stuff to make way for the Christmas stuff.  I cannot find Halloween Oreos ANYWHERE!  They already have the Christmas Oreos out.  Everybody is fucking crazy.  Christmas started a week ago apparently and it's not even Halloween yet!  WHAT IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-113050580005551977?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/113050580005551977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/113050580005551977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113050580005551977' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-113020385267132277</id><published>2005-10-24T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T18:30:52.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's good to feel that a girl can make a difference, even when she probably hasn't really.&lt;br /&gt;thank you, Mr. Reznor...and thank you, Mr. Fleming for informing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must now go make a Halloween costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best day of the year is drawing near!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-113020385267132277?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/113020385267132277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/113020385267132277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113020385267132277' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-113010441356170270</id><published>2005-10-23T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:53:33.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know Trent Reznor didn't read my blog, but thank you anyways, Trent Reznor.&lt;br /&gt;And thank you, Mr. Fleming, for informing me of his change of heart.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a girl can feel like she's made a difference, even when she probably hasn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-113010441356170270?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/113010441356170270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/113010441356170270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113010441356170270' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112991735799524564</id><published>2005-10-21T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T10:55:58.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Book the 12th is phenomenal!  The girl who leaked it onto the internet was correct, but oh well.  I still don't really like the title, because unlike all of the rest of the books (except for the beginning) the second word in the title is not a tangible noun.  I figured he would follow in the same pattern and have only the first and last books with intangible nouns.  I assumed since the first is beginning the last would be end or finish or something like that and all the rest would be tangible nouns, mostly places.  I guess not.  The book is phenomenal though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A book that everyone should read:&lt;br /&gt;Noisy Outlaws, Unfriendly Blobs, and Some Other Things That Aren't As Scary, Maybe, Depending on How You Feel About Lost Lands, Stray Cellphones, Parents Who Disappear in Peru, A Man Named Lars Farf, and Another Story That We Couldn't Quite Finish So Maybe You Could Help Us Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I think that's right anyways, that's a hard title to memorize*  but it's a fantastic book!  It's a collection of short stories and they're incredible...especially the one called Monster.  Check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112991735799524564?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112991735799524564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112991735799524564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112991735799524564' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112932046670202439</id><published>2005-10-14T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T13:07:46.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know how I almost forgot.  They changed Voodoo Fest, Josh.  It's now one day in NOLA and one day in Memphrica.  I won't be able to go.  They refunded our tickets.  There's a (I think) free CM show on the Thursday before (in case you want to go, I won't be able to) in Memphis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a rant.  If you think it is blasphemous to say anything bad about the rock god that is Trent Reznor, then you might not want to read this.  As I said, I feel that the man is a rock god, but I'm pissed as hell at him and I need to share.&lt;br /&gt;When Voodoo Music Fest was changed to be in Memphis, they changed it also to a relief fund for Hurricane Katrina victims.  Nearly every band signed back on to Voodoo for free, so that the weekend festival would make more money for the victims of Hurricane Katrina.  NIN was one of the first bands to sign back on, because Trent Reznor would do anything in the world to help his home town out.  All Trent Reznor cared about was helping out his hometown.  (And who can blame him?  It's the city that care forgot...and it produced a damn fine looking man.)  But, now, they've changed Voodoo Fest.  Saturday it's going to be in NOLA; Sunday it's going to be in Memphis.  Festival organizers wanted to get as many bands as would do it to play at both shows.  There's only one band in the entire festival that is doing that:  Cowboy Mouth.  My lovely, hard-core, rock the fucking roof off the house every single fucking night, little band from NOLA...they are proving that they care about NOLA.  Not only are they showing that by playing NOLA on Saturday and then Memphis on Sunday, but they play Memphis on Thursday, go to NOLA to play Saturday, and then back to Memphis.  Trent Fucking Reznor and his pussy ass band is only playing the Saturday show in NOLA.  Why?  They have to be in fucking Nashville on Monday to play to a probably sold out crowd that payed a shitload of fucking money to see them play.  Of which all of the money is probably going into their fucking pocket.  I've planned the NOLA trip before.  It is so convenient to go from here to Memphis to NOLA, and vice-versa.  It adds approximately 1-2 fucking hours to the trip, and don't tell me NIN can't afford it.  If Trent Reznor truly cared about NOLA and the welfare of the people affected by Hurricane Katrina, like he said he did originally, he'd do it.  He'd be decent enough to play two shows in two days in two different states.  I'VE MADE TRIPS LIKE THAT BEFORE AND I DON'T HAVE THE KIND OF MONEY THAT HE HAS!!!  Do you know how much more money Voodoo Memphis would make if it had a headliner like NIN????  If we found out how many people had their Memphis tickets refunded and then how many people actually bought the one day pass after that happened, we could probably take the difference and find out (not to mention the food and drinks these people would have bought if they'd been there). &lt;br /&gt;I know I'm one that tells people not to point fingers and play the blame game, but FUCK TRENT REZNOR.  If he really cared, he wouldn't be such a pussy and he would play both shows.&lt;br /&gt;*If it didn't smell so bad to burn a record I'd probably do that with my copy of his latest album right now...except...I really kind of like it...so it's a hard decision...but, no, I probably won't stop listening to NIN...but I have lost a huge deal of respect for the man*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112932046670202439?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112932046670202439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112932046670202439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112932046670202439' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112931960689278082</id><published>2005-10-14T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T12:53:26.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I get to work for Purity in Nashville.  I get to stand at a Kroger's somewhere in Nashville and hand out free samples of icecream.  In return I get paid $12 an hour.  *yay...does happy dance*  I will make almost as much tomorrow as I do at the library in one week.  I'm so excited.  I need this money so bad.  It's going straight to my savings account, which I keep nearly depleting.  Hopefully, I'll get to work for them again next Saturday.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day before Fall Break begins.  Campus is dead.  I'm ready to go back home and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Jimmy and I went to Huntsville to see CM.  It rocked, as always.  Fred wrote the words Cowboy Mouth in huge Sharpied letters down both of my arms.  It was cute.  lol.  For some reason, JTG's two new songs rock my socks off.  Supersonic has the most fucking awesome bass line ever and Winds Me Up just makes me dance.  It reminds me of those people dancing in I-Pod commercials.  It's pretty freakin' awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a stripper, I would strip to Voodoo Shoppe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemony Snicket -- possible spoiler alert.&lt;br /&gt;Some girl claims to have gotten a copy of book the twelfth before it has been released.  Here's the link to it:  &lt;a href="http://www.grrface.com/2005/10/for-beatrice-no-one-could-extinguish.html"&gt;http://www.grrface.com/2005/10/for-beatrice-no-one-could-extinguish.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warn you...it has a picture of the cover, the dedication, and the blurb from the back cover of the book.  This may be too dreadful to see; don't click on that link.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I really hope she's lying.  If she is then she can burn in hell for posting that on her blog.  And yes, I hope she's lying.  I guess that technically means I hope she burns in hell.  Oh well.  I don't like the title.  I hope she's lying.  The picture she posted looks kind of fake and the only parts of it that are extremely clear are the parts that have already been revealed on thenamelessnovel.com, which by the way is an EXCELLENT site that I've been following for many months now...because I'm a dork. &lt;br /&gt;Also, if you pre-order book the twelfth from Davis Kidd Bookstore in Green Hills you will receive two free tickets to see a live interview with Lemony Snicket broadcast via satellite at the Green Hills theater.  I will be going to this.  It's on the 18th, the same day as the release.  You can guarantee that I will have the book read by the 19th, which is the day school starts back, so I kind of have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to work in about 30 minutes.  Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112931960689278082?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112931960689278082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112931960689278082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112931960689278082' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112922646647879561</id><published>2005-10-13T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T11:01:06.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>funniest thing i've read in a long time....must go there:  it's an ebay listing for leather pants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=8335653541"&gt;http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;item=8335653541&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112922646647879561?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112922646647879561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112922646647879561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112922646647879561' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112884040481498521</id><published>2005-10-09T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T23:46:44.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The folk festival was great.  We saw a lot of really cool bands.  A lot of them were unexpectedly good, but I knew Old Crow Medicine Show would rock and they, of course, did.  I hope they do this again next year, if they do, and I'm not in Japan, we have to go.  All of us.  That means all of you too.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cortney, I got Chuck's Christmas present in today.  So now I actually PHYSICALLY have both of your Christmas presents.  lol.  *Not to mention your birthday present which is still sitting in my apartment even though your birthday was last weekend...you're old*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so everybody knows there's this really fucked up movie on Lifetime called Haunting Sarah.  It's really pretty good, especially for a Lifetime movie, but it's really fucked up.  I watched it because someone had heard that they use the Cowboy Mouth song Voodoo Shoppe at the end of the movie.  *Of course, I would HAVE to watch it just because of that*  And the song is in fact used at the end of the movie.  You get about 10 seconds of it but it is well worth it because it is one of their best songs ever.  I highly recommend that all of you watch this highly fucked up movie.  I have it on tape now if you want to borrow it.  *Yes, I taped it.*  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week isn't quite as busy as last week was for me, but I have a lot of stuff to read before tomorrow.  Have a great rest of the weekend everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112884040481498521?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112884040481498521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112884040481498521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112884040481498521' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112836045247684427</id><published>2005-10-03T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T10:27:32.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>John Prine was freaking amazing.  As was Mindy Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a test later this afternoon that is going to be the most damn difficult test I've ever taken.  I'm probably going to fail it.  *yay*&lt;br /&gt;I was up all night, not studying for the test, but writing a paper for another class today. &lt;br /&gt;I have a paper for tomorrow also.&lt;br /&gt;I have a paper due and a test on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I have a test on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to shoot myself Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Then, if I survive I'm going to the Americana Folk Festival on Saturday to see awesome craft fairs and folk music, including Old Crow Medicine Show!  *yay*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the month, I'm going to Voodoo Fest.  Josh, right now there are two of us.  Is that going to be okay?  I'm really rather afraid of trying to find a hotel in Memphis that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding?!?  I'm really rather afraid of Memphis period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go study now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112836045247684427?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112836045247684427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112836045247684427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112836045247684427' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112791355523052578</id><published>2005-09-28T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T06:19:15.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>she was wonderful.  she was absolutely wonderful.  lucinda williams has the voice of a country music goddess. &lt;br /&gt;plus...the ryman has amazing acoustics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112791355523052578?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112791355523052578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112791355523052578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112791355523052578' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112774029716886737</id><published>2005-09-26T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T06:11:37.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you were Lemony Snicket what would you name your next book (Book the Twelfth)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112774029716886737?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112774029716886737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112774029716886737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112774029716886737' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112741619004891330</id><published>2005-09-22T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T12:09:50.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>which doesn't belong in this list: meat, eggs, wife, blowjob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blowjob--you can beat your meat, eggs, or wife...but you can't beat a blowjob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112741619004891330?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112741619004891330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112741619004891330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112741619004891330' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112741614873064157</id><published>2005-09-22T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T12:09:08.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple&lt;br /&gt;Near the relief office - I see my people&lt;br /&gt;And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'&lt;br /&gt;If this land's still made for you and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112741614873064157?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112741614873064157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112741614873064157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112741614873064157' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112723692575923469</id><published>2005-09-20T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T10:22:05.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been away from the online world for quite some time now.  i have strep throat. &lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone had a wonderful talk like a pirate day.  i spent most of mine in bed.  not talking like a pirate except to my cat.  lol. &lt;br /&gt;i had one class i HAD to go to even though i was sick and to it i wore my pirate shirt.  that was cool. &lt;br /&gt;i have a paper due tomorrow and i haven't started it yet.  i just now figured out what i was going to write about.  i have to get it done tonight and all i want to do is go back to bed.  the medicine i'm taking is making me so drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;got to get back to work.  and work on my paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112723692575923469?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112723692575923469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112723692575923469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112723692575923469' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112688497481883959</id><published>2005-09-16T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:36:14.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/darrick04/homo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/darrick04/homo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you can't read the caption it says, "just tell your parents josh was giving you road-head.  they'll understand."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>you fucking bitch.  i just got in a letter from stone's river apartments saying that $745 is still owed on the old apartment.  the letter said that you had made arrangements to pay by the end of august...but it's now the middle of september.  the letter said that if it's not paid by the september 23rd then they turn it over to the sherrif.  well you know what happens if they turn it over to the sherrif?  you go to prison and i have to pay that money.  then when you get out of prison, i go to prison for slitting your throat with my dirty field knife.  yeah, we're supposed to be friends and friends don't slit each others throats, but friends don't make friends indebted to society either or ruin their credit, or perhaps...know this is happening and not let that friend know.  so go pay that money...NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took over a friend's shift at work, so that's where I am...until midnight.  Jimmy came to visit me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is purple.  I'll have pictures tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been posting much on here lately, so if you want more you can go to my myspace and read my blog there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/cachedans"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/cachedans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112667099776884218?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112667099776884218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112667099776884218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112667099776884218' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112653918320187188</id><published>2005-09-12T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T08:33:03.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;to buy or not to buy...that is the question&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..dillema...there's a shirt i really want at hot topic...only problem is...i think it's extremely wrong that they're selling it at hot topic...i can't get the shirt elsewhere because it is a hot topic exclusive...so which is worse...not having the shirt or living with the fact that i bought it (meaning they sell it) at hot topic??????  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.hottopic.com/is/image/HotTopic/158647_hi?$product$"&gt;http://img.hottopic.com/is/image/HotTopic/158647_hi?$product$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112653918320187188?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112653918320187188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112653918320187188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112653918320187188' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112628747904350942</id><published>2005-09-09T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T10:38:22.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yeh....i forgot to wish justin a happy clipping yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;lmao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112628747904350942?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112628747904350942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112628747904350942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112628747904350942' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112628256851773103</id><published>2005-09-09T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T09:16:08.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3575/82/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3575/82/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lookie....me at a club&lt;br /&gt;the two hotties with me are anna and beth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112628256851773103?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112628256851773103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112628256851773103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112628256851773103' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112620739009932889</id><published>2005-09-08T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T12:23:10.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, so i found how to adopt and i filled out the application.  cortney and jimmy if you get a phone call asking if i'm good with animals or whatever please say that i am.  this could be very important in the life of one animal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112620739009932889?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112620739009932889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112620739009932889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112620739009932889' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112620516941187936</id><published>2005-09-08T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T11:46:09.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry, Josh, I can't make it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We raised over $1200 for the New Orleans' Musicians Fund on Sunday.  Thanks again, J.C.  It was truly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine is from Gulf Port, MS and has had to drop out this semester to go back home.  The Anth Society was sending her off with stuff that her family particularly needs this afternoon.  Last night I went and bought this stuff and a couple of other things that I thought they might need.  Jimmy matched everything that I bought.  Thank you, I know it's hard to try to help someone you don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about adopting a displaced animal.  If anyone has any information on how to go about doing this let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112620516941187936?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112620516941187936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112620516941187936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112620516941187936' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112602332114845633</id><published>2005-09-06T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T09:15:21.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi everybody.  i'm back from my birthday trip.  the indy show rocked pretty hard core, but the crowd was the worst i'd ever seen.  it was pretty poor planning on the concert committee's part, though.  i mean they samiched cm between ac/dshe and ted nugent.  the crowd wanted no part in cowboy mouth; i should probably say they wanted no part in any band that actually still had all their teeth.  i think i counted four teeth in the whole damn crowd. &lt;br /&gt;actually, i have to say that the crowd was so awesome they caused me to coin a new word for them  "&lt;strong&gt;WHITE-TRASH-ARIFIC!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stayed just outside of indy for the night, then went on to chicago the next morning where we ate some divine mexican food.  the chicago show was the coolest thing i've ever seen in my entire life.  thank you, j.c.  i think he probably did a wonderful job raising money and supplies for nola.  it was a wonderful event and had quite a turnout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, for my rant on the hurricane topics people have been so eager to speak of.  kanye west was out of line.  i have read some of my peers praise him for what he did and said, but he was out of line.  i thoroughly believe what he said, and those of you who know what goes one in the world now that what he said was true.  in part.  here's the true part, BUSH DOES NOT CARE ABOUT BLACK PEOPLE.  he doesn't.  he just doesn't give a shit.  you know why?  because he's republican.  but, black people are not the only ones stuck in nola.  not even close.  over one third of nola's population is well below the poverty level and that is the third that is stuck in nola.  it's not the black third, hell, if you've ever listened to paul talk you'll know that he grew up poor as dirt, and you know what?  he's white.  and everyone in the neighborhood he grew up in was white and they were all as poor as he was.  he grew up in what is often refered to as the irish slums of nola.  (and unless you've seen the second charlie's angels movie) there ain't no black irish!  lol.  kanye west was in the opportunity to spread a little bit of love and joy and reach out to some people that needed it the most but instead chose to spread a little more hate and anger and selfishly lash out at the government.  sure, the government doesn't care, but kanye was wrong.  he doesn't care either, you know.  he's got a hell of a lot of money.  this does not affect him.  (completely aside, if he actually cared about wronging people, he wouldn't do it so often by not paying for those samples he uses in each and every one of his songs...hypocrite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not a time to blame anybody.  i don't care who you are.  yeah, hindsight is twenty/twenty, so whoopty-shit if you can figure out what SHOULD HAVE been done.  this is not about what SHOULD HAVE been done.  this is about what can be done now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the words of the ever talented VanZants  "help somebody, if you can"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112602332114845633?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112602332114845633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112602332114845633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112602332114845633' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112593656033883951</id><published>2005-09-05T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T09:09:20.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3575/82/1600/chicago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3575/82/320/chicago.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chicago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112593656033883951?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112593656033883951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112593656033883951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112593656033883951' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112532947923315090</id><published>2005-08-29T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T08:31:19.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of school and i'm already ready for the semester to be over.  lol.  i've only been to one class so far but it was pretty cool.  i work and am in class ALL day on mondays.  i start work at 7:30, my last class ends at 9.  and no i don't mean an hour and a half later.  at least the rest of my week isn't as busy, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday, cowboy mouth, nashville, everyone must be there.  $5...dancininthedistrict.com...go there now.  come on people, let's show cm what nashville has to offer.  (plus fred said saturday that if i meet him after the show in nashville, he'll figure out what he can do for me on my birthday on saturday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go back to work, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"rainy days and mondays always get me down"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112532947923315090?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112532947923315090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112532947923315090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112532947923315090' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112499409153593677</id><published>2005-08-25T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T11:21:31.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am feeling better.  I'm still sore and bruised and I'm not supposed to put my arms above my head or lift anything but I'm feeling much better.  I'm just relying on ibuprofen (no pain killers) and things are doing good.  I don't know that I'm up for much of anything though.  Last night I thought I was up for all of my family going out and it was fun and stuff but by the end of the night I was just ready to crash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chattanooga show turned out that you have to be H.O.G. member to go to...so...nix that.  I also don't think I'm going to be going to Mike's party.  I don't know that I'm up to going to a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what!?  I have great news!&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy bought me tickets to go see two shows at the Ryman Auditorium...Sept 27 and Oct 1&lt;br /&gt;LUCINDA WILLIAMS&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;JOHN PRINE and MINDY SMITH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****so excited*********&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112499409153593677?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112499409153593677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112499409153593677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112499409153593677' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112491298036862729</id><published>2005-08-24T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T12:49:40.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had part of my booby removed yesterday.  i have to have part of my right booby removed later on as well.  i have what i think is called a fiberadenoma or something funky like that.  it's probably benign but that's why the doctor removed part of it yesterday, so he can be sure.  he'll have to do the same with the one in the right breast too.  i just couldn't handle having them both done on the same day.  you know how you see all those people on reality shows about plastic surgery and they're all bandaged and bloody and bruised???  that's what i look like right now.&lt;br /&gt;yuck.  i'm not allowed to do anything either.  i'm not allowed to lift my arms up over my head, so i have to wear button-up shirts.  i'm not allowed to lift things or exercise or anything because of where the incision is.  it's not in a pretty place.  lol.  i should be okay, though.  i'm just groggy and sore and stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112491298036862729?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112491298036862729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112491298036862729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112491298036862729' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112420876221183959</id><published>2005-08-16T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T09:12:42.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i'm in the new place now.  it's really nice.  i'm really really very happy with it.  all of you guys have to come see it sometime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jason, i'd really like to hang out sometime.  when's good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mike's having a field school party on the 27th.  so, suwanee is out.  i'd like to make memphis instead because that would be number 20.  we'll see.  josh, what do you think?  newbie's on the eighth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a doctor's appt on the first day of school...the 29th.  i have a tumor in my left breast so i have to go to a breast surgeon so he can give his specialized opinion on what it is and what should be done about it.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm shaping up to have one hell of a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112420876221183959?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112420876221183959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112420876221183959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112420876221183959' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112360145423283686</id><published>2005-08-09T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T08:30:54.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right now I'm making a duvet cover for my bedspread.  it's looking really nice.  now I just need to use someone's sewing machine, mine has began biting the dust and I won't chance it while using this nice, expensive fabric.  hopefully, I can have this done when I move in to the new place.  it's going to look really nice there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112360145423283686?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112360145423283686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112360145423283686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112360145423283686' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112360134500681965</id><published>2005-08-09T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T08:29:05.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't worry, Mr. Fleming.  I won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112360134500681965?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112360134500681965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112360134500681965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112360134500681965' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112352878345541778</id><published>2005-08-08T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T12:19:43.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watching days again.  lol.  it's so great.  lol.  marlena has amnesia.  it's psychological damage from losing the baby she was way too old to have anyways.  haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to go to the female doctor today.  i have to go back tomorrow.  they found a lump in my left breast.  i've been on high alert about this sort of thing for two years now because my mother got breast cancer the first time when she was nineteen and has had both malignant and benign lumps removed several times since then.  considering this history, i'm at high risk for breast cancer.  tomorrow they're going to ultrasound it to find out what this lump is.  chances are it's just a cyst that can be drained (with a needle **eeeewwww*) or removed easily, but there's still that chance.  and that chance is exceptionally high in me.  we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got an email from jessi from the library and it's highly likely that i'm going to be able to go back to my original job at reserves (that's where i don't have to do any work).  if that is the case then i'm definitely going to keep that job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh, cowboy mouth is playing newbies again on the eighth of september.  if i can afford to i'd like to come out and go to the show with you.  if all goes as planned that will be my 21st cm show.  *yay*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112352878345541778?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112352878345541778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112352878345541778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112352878345541778' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112319265633056601</id><published>2005-08-04T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T14:57:36.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Krystal:&lt;br /&gt;look, I don't know if you get this or not but writing a bad check is illegal...and writing a bad check for more than a hundred dollars is a criminal offense that can get you not time in jail, but time in prison.  therefore, I would suggest paying the rent and paying it now.  the apartment is charging you a forty dollar fee because the rent is now considered late and another twenty dollar fee for writing them a bad check.&lt;br /&gt;you still owe me $83 for the bad check you wrote me, $183 for the rent for August 1-15, and $31.81 for July's electric bill.  I don't know if you just think I'm made out of money and can handle all this myself, or what, but I can't.  I need the money.  I've tried calling your house.  I tried talking to you about the bounced check a couple of times.  I hate posting all this for all the world to see but I've run out of options.  I need the money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112319265633056601?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112319265633056601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112319265633056601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112319265633056601' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112292300457171645</id><published>2005-08-01T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T12:03:24.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a note for Krystal:&lt;br /&gt;look, I'm getting really fucking sick of all this.  you've had at least a couple of weeks to come up with the money that you owe me and I really need it.  rent is due today and we have an electric bill due on the 16th that I really need to have in before that date because I have to get the electric changed over into Stones River Apartment by the 15th.  I'm not ruining my credit because your jobless ass is too broke to get me the money that you owe me.  that money was for bills for those utilities that you used just as much as, if not more than, I did.  you have to get me that money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112292300457171645?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112292300457171645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112292300457171645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112292300457171645' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112239563047814132</id><published>2005-07-26T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T09:33:50.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from gulf shores now.  it was a pretty depressing trip.  everything is still hurricane torn.  i got some pretty groovy stuff at the thrift stores, once we finally got there with them open.  right now i'm getting ready for the picnic this weekend.  damn it's hot out.&lt;br /&gt;sunday we (lance, gabe, andrew, jimmy, one of lance's friends, and i) all went canoeing.  it was awesome.  i got major bad sun-burned though.  it was a lot of fun, nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm watching a pretty cool movie right now.  it's called american girl.  i'd never heard of it.  it's got jena malone in it.  yesterday i watched pieces of april with katie holmes in it.  it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll talk to you all later.  if any of you are at the picnic come by the dart throw, i'll be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112239563047814132?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112239563047814132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112239563047814132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112239563047814132' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112187509006548950</id><published>2005-07-20T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T08:58:10.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.&lt;br /&gt;-Nelson Mandela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112187509006548950?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112187509006548950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112187509006548950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112187509006548950' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112179468892331206</id><published>2005-07-19T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T10:38:08.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hokay now, so, thees is the earth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Gulf Shores right now.  We finally got internet access in the condo here, which is good because almost everything else blows.  This place is a disaster area.  It's extremely depressing.  Gulf Shores didn't really get hit bad by Dennis, but it is still suffering the enormous effects of Ivan from last September.  The majority of the beach is closed off and for the first part of this vacation they were doing major "beach reconstruction" directly in front of our building, meaning we got to listen to the soothing sounds of the ocean...or construction workers and heavy machinery.  Also, there were these really awesome thrift stores that I wanted to go to in Pensacola (I saw them when we went and got Andrew Sager off the Marine base there for him to spend the weekend with us ...that was really fun).  My dad took me to the thrift stores yesterday...they were closed.  I was really sad.  Hopefully, he's taking me back there tomorrow because we actually checked the hours of the places this time...and they aren't open on Mondays for whatever reason.  I went out on the beach today and stayed there for a while it was cool.  Hurricane Emily is hitting Texas soon and it is causing gigantic waves here.  Okay, so maybe not gigantic but they are about my height when they're breaking at shore.  I came back inside after getting knocked down a couple of times.  I skinned up my knee pretty badly today because of it.  Anyways, I'm eatting a peach.  It's a good peach and it makes me think of the peaches song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peaches for free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peaches for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.  I've had it stuck in my head all day.  I've been studying my Japanese today.  I think I'll get back to doing that.  I've decided that what I need is someone to teach Japanese.  If I had that then I'd learn this stuff way easier.  Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112179468892331206?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112179468892331206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112179468892331206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112179468892331206' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112138831106402856</id><published>2005-07-14T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T17:45:11.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Krystal - I still really need the $83 for the bounced check.  The check for the electric bill has already gone through.  The only reason I didn't go overdrawn because of it is that I borrowed money from my mom because I did not trust that you would get the money to me on time.  So I guess, technically, I just saved both of our asses.  I do still expect you to pay me back that money as soon as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112138831106402856?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112138831106402856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112138831106402856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112138831106402856' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112138753630222423</id><published>2005-07-14T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T17:32:16.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cortney, if you read this, tell Krystal, or Krystal, if you're reading this, we have to fill out an intent-to-move form for moving out of the apartment.  I just found out about it yesterday.  I faxed mine back already, but they need both of them 30 days before moving out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112138753630222423?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112138753630222423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112138753630222423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112138753630222423' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112128317633116128</id><published>2005-07-13T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T12:32:56.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm headed to see Tom Petty tonight and then a couple of hours after I get home from that I get to hop in the car and head towards hurricane-stricken Florida with my family.   This is going to be interesting.  We're all going to try to squeeze into my mother's vehicle, which says it seats five, which means it seats four comfortably.  Problem is there are five of us, not to mention our luggage and such.  It's going to be a LONG LONG LONG ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Days of our Lives and I still kinda know what's going on even though I haven't watched it in months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're having the funeral for the State Trooper from Dickson that got killed.  The funeral is today.  I've never seen so many cop cars ever in my entire life.  On my way home from work I saw at least forty state trooper cars, not to mention Metro police and other police squads from all over TN.  I even saw cop cars from Nolensville and Chattanooga.  Plus I saw one car from Bradley Co (It made me think of Chris).  I think the entire Mt. Juliet police squad was here as well.  Today would be an excellent day for someone in another town to pull off some horrific criminal heist.  lol.  Is it bad that I think like that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still really really worried about my financial situation.  Krystal, I really need that money.  I can not handle my credit being ruined right now.  I really don't have any other credit built up other than all this.  I haven't been at work in well over a month.  Hell, it's almost been a month since my last paycheck.  Money is so fucking tight right now.  I really don't need to be thinking about all this right now.  I need to study and clean and pack and do all kinds of things.  *ugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.  Marlena (on Days) is pregnant!  Isn't she a little old for that?  lmao.  Not only is she pregnant, but the baby is totally not her husband's.  lol.  It's Roman's.  yeah, Roman, the one that's died like three times already.  hahahahahahaha.  Soap operas are hilarious.  It's great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112128317633116128?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112128317633116128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112128317633116128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112128317633116128' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112117103350386206</id><published>2005-07-12T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T05:23:53.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'd almost forgotten how much my cat hates it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched lemony snickett's a series of unfortunate events last night.  it wasn't as good as the books and it was slightly different, but it seemed that all the changes that were made to it made it a better movie.  so i'm okay with them.  plus meryl streep was simply fabulous in it.  that's the only word i could think of the entire time i was watching her.  fabulous.  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i'm eating breakfast, then getting ready and going to work.  have fun everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112117103350386206?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112117103350386206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112117103350386206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112117103350386206' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112109087137013918</id><published>2005-07-11T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T07:07:51.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at parents house.  going to beach on thursday.  hopefully.  if it's still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went and saw bewitched last night.  it was awesome.  went and saw dark water because of john c. reilly.  it sucked.  john c. reilly was awesome but the movie sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no money right now.  my bank account is *this* close to being overdrawn because somebody wrote me a bad check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to get some food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112109087137013918?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112109087137013918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112109087137013918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112109087137013918' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112049184563719041</id><published>2005-07-04T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T08:44:05.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is wrong with blogger right now???  everytime i post it doesn't show up for like a day or two.  it's really weird.  I just did that survey that Cortney has on her blog and it isn't showing up.  *shrug*  we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112049184563719041?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112049184563719041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112049184563719041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112049184563719041' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112049148073123433</id><published>2005-07-04T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T08:39:44.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 years ago&lt;/span&gt;...I was 11...lol. can we leave it at that? I was still a good Catholic girl at a good Catholic school. wow. what a difference 10 years makes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 years ago&lt;/span&gt;... I was 16. I was your stereotypical depressed teenager. I'd just gotten my first boyfriend, Micah Parrish, and he'd just left me and then tried coming back to me. When I said no, he said he was going to kill himself. That hit me pretty hard, being young and impressionable and all. But at the time, I was living with my parents, hating every minute of it. I was supposed to cuz I was a stereotypical depressed teenager. My mother still couldn't forgive me for not wanting to be a cheerleader. Those were interesting times. I started going to concerts that year. I went to my first ones, Three Dog Night with the Nashville Symphony Orchestra and the very first Buzz Fest. That's when I saw Cowboy Mouth for the first time and fell in Rock and Roll Love!!! I also took over the Dart Throw at the Irish Picnic with my Lancestopher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 year ago&lt;/span&gt;... I was 20. During the summer, I was living with my parents. I was dating a guy that lived in St. Louis. My great-grandmother died, after outliving my granddad for 10 years. Cowboy Mouth concerts were the highlight of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;... was the 4th of July. I swam in the pool with my mom, who I get along with now. We also went to go buy more picnic prizes for the Darth Throw. Then my whole family went to see the Sounds game to see their fireworks. I took Jimmy with me. It was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;... I'll be lounging around all day until I work up the energy to drive back to Murfreesboro. I'll probably go buy more picnic prizes today and call Jimmy to hang out some. I need to go to the grocery store, but I can't remember what it is I need to go get. I just remember thinking as I was leaving my apartment that I needed to get stuff. I also need to get the rent check from Krystal and some stamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;...I'll wake up at 5:30, meet Mike at 6:30. Then we'll get to Castalian Springs at 7:30. We'll begin work at Field School and head out at 4:30. I'll get home tired, dirty, and sweaty between 5:30 and 6. Then I'll bathe, eat, and probably head to bed shortly after because I'll be so exhausted. But I only have a week left of this not having any time to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 snacks I enjoy&lt;/span&gt;...S'mores pop tarts, Twizzlers, pretzels, peaches, Purity Banana Split IceCream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 songs I know all the words to&lt;/span&gt;... I Hope that I Don't Fall in Love with You by Tom Waits, the Holly Cole version of Invitation to the Blues by Tom Waits, Take Me Back to New Orleans by Cowboy Mouth (oh who am I kidding? I know nearly ALL of their songs), I Could've Danced All Night from My Fair Lady, Iris by the GooGoo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 reality television shows I watch&lt;/span&gt;... I do not watch five reality shows, but I will see if I can name five reality shows that I have watched. American Idol, Hit Me Baby One More Time, The Real World vs Road Rules...I think that's it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 television shows I watch daily&lt;/span&gt;... I don't watch tv daily, unless I'm at my parents house and then I watch Jeopardy daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do with $100,000,000... Pay off my parents debts, buy a new car, buy a new house, set up college funds for my brother and my sister and me, go on some really cool vacation with my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 locations I would love to run away to&lt;/span&gt;... Ireland, Japan, Greece, Smokey Mountains, St. Louis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I like doing&lt;/span&gt;...cooking, going to concerts, talking on the phone, playing piano, listening to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 things I would never wear&lt;/span&gt;... mini-mini-mini-skirts, short shorts, tight leather pants..lol, I can't think of anything else...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 recently seen movies I like&lt;/span&gt;... Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Maid in Manhattan, The Longest Yard, Coffee and Cigarettes, Sin City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 famous people I'd like to meet&lt;/span&gt;... Steven Tyler, Janis Joplin, Shakira, Johnny Depp, and Ken Jennings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 biggest joys of the moment...Jimmy, the new acoustic CM show, emails from Mr. Fleming, Monk is on tv, my doggy sitting next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 people to tag&lt;/span&gt;...Leah, Lynn, Krystal, Charlie, Josh&lt;a href="http://www.demoninmyview.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112049148073123433?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112049148073123433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112049148073123433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112049148073123433' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-112039117672901628</id><published>2005-07-03T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T04:46:16.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good morning.  i'm at my parents house right now.  i'm going to go see the nashville sounds game tonight.  it's going to be really cool.  a good number of my family members will be there.  i'm not sure who though.  jimmy's coming with me.  it should be interesting.  he's never met any of my family before.  except for my brother and sister, that is.  he thought we were entertaining.  lol.  of course, that is extremely true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep having dreams about gene.  i miss him more than words can describe.  i'm not sure why.  i have a person that treats me right, when gene himself told me that he didn't.  that he didn't want to talk to me on the phone or at all and he didn't want to visit me or take me out, but part of me still wants him here.  i guess i spent so long wanting him that now i don't know how to not.  shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lance is coming in later this month.  i simply cannot wait.  i've missed my crazy cuban.  i've been trying to convince him that he should move back up here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i don't get to post again between now and then, everyone have a happy and safe fourth.  i guess most everyone is celebrating tonight, so be safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-112039117672901628?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112039117672901628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/112039117672901628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112039117672901628' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111980573624729183</id><published>2005-06-26T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T10:08:56.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;everybody's trusting in the heart&lt;br /&gt;like the heart don't lie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's all that I need, yeah&lt;br /&gt;someone else to cling to, yeah&lt;br /&gt;someone I can lean on&lt;br /&gt;until I don't need to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;so just stay all through the night&lt;br /&gt;in the morning let me down&lt;br /&gt;cuz that's all that I need right now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111980573624729183?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111980573624729183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111980573624729183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111980573624729183' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111980599727888697</id><published>2005-06-26T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T10:13:17.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>where are you living these days, mr. fleming?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111980599727888697?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111980599727888697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111980599727888697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111980599727888697' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111972225739068932</id><published>2005-06-25T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T10:57:37.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to turn your daddy parts orange.  eat cheetos and watch some porn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111972225739068932?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111972225739068932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111972225739068932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111972225739068932' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111972239073614826</id><published>2005-06-25T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T10:59:50.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>field school has still been going well.  i have zero time, though.  i'm taking a break from the heat and sitting in the library typing this.  lol. &lt;br /&gt;i probably won't get back by here tomorrow, so, happy birthday, charlie.&lt;br /&gt;my whole family has taken a trip to atlanta to see some braves games.  but since i had field school i had to stay here.  i'm going to go to some apartment complexes here in a little while.  i have no where to live next semester.  lol.  i'm running out of time.  hahaha.  that's bad.  hopefully i can find somewhere pretty close by. &lt;br /&gt;well i'm gonna hop off here.  i'll post more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111972239073614826?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111972239073614826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111972239073614826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111972239073614826' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111923362108097452</id><published>2005-06-19T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T19:13:41.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>field school has been going really well.  it's been really hot and tiring and nasty and stuff but it's been going well.  i'm really enjoying it, which is good.  my dad went with me to it on saturday.  he enjoyed it too. &lt;br /&gt;today was his birthday and father's day.  when i left dickson today my mom's family was over having a little party for him.  i didn't really want to leave.  right now i'm sitting at my apartment with jimmy.  we were going to watch a movie, but i'm not really feeling like it.  the apartment was nasty after leaving the cats here by themselves all weekend. &lt;br /&gt;oh, i forgot to post on here about this because really i've been too busy and too tired to post, but bill died on thursday morning.  i was sad.  i'm not really sure why he died.  i just know he'd been acting funny for a couple of days, like he was sick or something.  so that was probably it.  i cried.  i didn't think i would but i did.  right afterwards i also said that i wouldn't get another one, but now i really miss him and i think i might.  if i do it won't be until after school starts back.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm gonna go.  i think i might go to sleep soon.  peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111923362108097452?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111923362108097452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111923362108097452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111923362108097452' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111878846900696630</id><published>2005-06-14T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T15:34:29.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;you better watch it, mike.  you keep complaining and i might mistake you for a liberal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111878846900696630?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111878846900696630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111878846900696630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111878846900696630' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111855009165233181</id><published>2005-06-11T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T21:21:31.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came in from going to see Sin City at the drive-in with Jimmy.  yes, I'd seen it before.  yes, it was just as awesome the second time.  in fact, it was kind of more awesome the second time.  it was still just as graphic, though.  it's probably the most violent movie I've ever seen.  it was also very Pulp Fiction-esque, mostly in its literary post-modernism.  I guess I'm going to bed now because I'm exhausted.  the heat this week was excruciating, leaving me nothing but tired and hungry.  not to mention in enormous pain.  laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111855009165233181?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111855009165233181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111855009165233181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111855009165233181' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111854994401036271</id><published>2005-06-11T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T21:19:04.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy.  I'm gonna stab your eyes out with these bobby pins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also another one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being nice, asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111854994401036271?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111854994401036271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111854994401036271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111854994401036271' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111850604934302675</id><published>2005-06-11T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T09:07:29.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you want to see pictures of where we're doing field school go here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtsu.edu/~soc/Castalian/index.html"&gt;http://www.mtsu.edu/~soc/Castalian/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a picture of my hand and my butt.  lol.  it's not the same picture though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can see the picture of the pottery shard i found yesterday too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111850604934302675?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111850604934302675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111850604934302675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111850604934302675' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111834786465022287</id><published>2005-06-09T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T13:11:04.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>amen, mr. fleming.  today i got to learn to use a transit.  before i was just getting to watch dr. smith use it to survey the site.  now, we have to survey our own unit's depth each time we move down ten centimeters. &lt;br /&gt;i've spent the past two days digging and sifting through the dirt of a square that is two meters by two meters and just a tad deeper than ten centimeters.  i've found nothing but chert upon piles of fucking chert, other than something that looks like an arrowhead but is made out of limestone.  so either it's an anomaly of some sort or we found the arrowhead made by that one dumbass that thought it'd be cool to make them out of limestone.  we should probably find more stuff the deeper we go--that's murphy's law of archaeology.  lol.  or as it was put yesterday "it gets bigger the deeper you go!"&lt;br /&gt;anna backed out on me on the field school thing.  she called me this morning and told me she was going to drop the class.  i feel bad because this means that now she's changing her major and everything.  i only hope she's able to get some of her money back because we payed a lot of money to be able to do all this manual labor (that's better than hiring mexicans!)  anyways, i really missed her today.&lt;br /&gt;in case you were wondering, smith let us go early today.  normally we don't even get done until 4:30 but today i've already gotten home and  bathed and am drinking a beer.  i'm going to take a little nap and then cook something really good for supper. &lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111834786465022287?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111834786465022287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111834786465022287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111834786465022287' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111808611442696859</id><published>2005-06-06T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T12:28:34.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was field school orientation.  it was good to see the crew again.  lol.  i was picking on anna.  lol.  she was talking about saturday and what she was doing on saturday and i was like saturday?  hmm.  what was i doing on saturday?  oh that's right!  i was with your brother on saturday!  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;field school is going to be a lot of fun.  but it's going to be an awful lot of really hard work and hot sun and bugs and crawly things.  and snakes.  lol.  i told anna she's on nail polish duty.  she has to bring the clear nail polish with her just in case one of us gets into some chiggers.  it was fun picking on her about how squeamish she was getting at the mere mention of bugs but i have to admit that i'm kind of squeamish about this too.  i mean, i've never squatted down in one place in the hot sun for eight hours straight.  i don't think many people who've never been on an archaeological excavation ever have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiddo is being really weird.  she keeps walking around talking all the time.  lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's up with me today.  i keep eating and still i'm hungry.  lol.  that's bad.  i have to go to walmart later and spend money that i don't have and i don't need to be there when i'm hungry.  everytime i go there already hungry i buy more than i need to, because when i'm hungry all that food looks good to me.  lol.  i feel like such a pig.  haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got to get to doing the stuff i've got to do.  lol.  that sounds so cryptic!  well, i'm gonna get to doing that stuff now.  peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111808611442696859?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111808611442696859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111808611442696859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111808611442696859' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111801557531093900</id><published>2005-06-05T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T16:52:55.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got stung by a bee on friday and i'm having an allergic reaction to it.  it sucks.  it's swollen and puffy and red and splotchy and it's on the side of my foot but the swelling goes from mid way into the bottom of my foot and mid way on the top of my foot.  it really sucks.  i've been taking benadryl and putting hydrocortisone on it but it doesn't seem to be helping.  i don't want to go to the doctor and get a benadryl shot.  that would suck.  i hate doctors and needles.  lol.  hopefully, it will get better by toorrow.  if not, then i'll HAVE to do the doctor thing.  because tomorrow is field school orientation, after that we'll actually be doing work.  that whole manual labor thing.  we'll see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111801557531093900?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111801557531093900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111801557531093900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111801557531093900' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111791272206021266</id><published>2005-06-04T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T12:18:42.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>where is this aforementioned couch, mr. fleming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leah, me me me me me !!!!  i wanna know, i wanna know!!!  how was it??????  what did you get me?  lol.  jk!  btw, welcome home and one more thing:  you should not drive if you are not awake.  lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111791272206021266?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111791272206021266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111791272206021266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111791272206021266' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111791238099987171</id><published>2005-06-04T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T12:13:01.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bad news, guys:&lt;br /&gt;my goodwill closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad.  the goodwill that i used to go to all the time went out of business.  it's probably because i've been broke for like two months.  lol.  without me as a source of income they couldn't afford to stay open.  that has to be what it was.&lt;br /&gt;so i needed some clothes for field school, so i went to salvation army.  and usually salvation army sucks when it comes to its selection of clothing but today i swear i could've spent a fortune there!  i got some really kick ass clothes.  and two shirts for field school.  i was a little disappointed because salvation army is much more expensive than goodwill (pretty much like twice as expensive). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you're cheap when you walk through the salvation army thinking "man, this stuff is overpriced."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111791238099987171?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111791238099987171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111791238099987171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111791238099987171' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111785484225225451</id><published>2005-06-03T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T20:14:02.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went apartment hunting.  my mom doesn't want me living in the ghetto that i can afford so she's offering to pay for me to live in a more expensive place.  this sounds great except that she'll probably hang it over my head forever.  she's discussing it with my father this evening.  we'll see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111785484225225451?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111785484225225451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111785484225225451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111785484225225451' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111772791059090605</id><published>2005-06-02T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T08:58:30.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as you can see my archives are working again.  *thank you, Jimmy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past two mornings Kiddo has woken me up screechin and hollerin and hissing and growling and generally carrying on just staring out my bedroom window.  yesterday it was at 5.  this morning it was at 4:45.  both times it freaked the hell out of me.  it also made me extremely paranoid.  i mean the only times i've ever heard Kiddo sound like that was when something was trying to hurt her.  i'm so exhausted now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"You guys are such....girls." -the one and only Mr. Pistole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111772791059090605?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111772791059090605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111772791059090605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111772791059090605' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111767099658108672</id><published>2005-06-01T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T17:09:56.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how i'm feeling right now:&lt;br /&gt;"I know you won't let me down&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm already standing on the ground"&lt;br /&gt;-The Eagles - Peaceful Easy Feeling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111767099658108672?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111767099658108672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111767099658108672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111767099658108672' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111766225106713198</id><published>2005-06-01T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T14:44:11.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jim Jarmusch has a new movie coming out in August starring Bill Murray (again).  I can't wait.  It should be awesome.  There's also a new one with Sam Shepard in it coming out sometime.  It should be cool too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite exhausted.  Right now I'm watching Bubba Ho-tep because Jimmy let me borrow it from Anna.  lol.  It's pretty cool.  Bruce Campbell is awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111766225106713198?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111766225106713198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111766225106713198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111766225106713198' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111766607365188270</id><published>2005-06-01T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T15:47:53.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one of the latest from cowboy mouth.  i don't have all the words cuz i've just been listening to it streamed on &lt;a href="http://www.therockboat.com"&gt;www.therockboat.com&lt;/a&gt;.  it's cool you should go check it out.  i think it's the third or fourth song on the jukebox there.&lt;br /&gt;it's called joe strummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey Hey Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had all the tattoos and the piercings&lt;br /&gt;Hates everything, says everybody’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;She dressed like she slept with Guns ‘n Roses&lt;br /&gt;But I busted her singing all those boy band songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;She had to go&lt;br /&gt;Simply because&lt;br /&gt;And I let her go&lt;br /&gt;Like she never was&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t care what she does&lt;br /&gt;She had to go&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;Who Joe Strummer was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night when we stood in line for hours&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to see my favorite punk rock band&lt;br /&gt;I pled with the passion and the power&lt;br /&gt;But she’s only there for all the fashion trends&lt;br /&gt;With her clueless friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started talking about me and my wife(?)&lt;br /&gt;But why would I want to be with someone&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn’t know The Clash&lt;br /&gt;??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Hey Hey Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that she didn’t rock my kasbah&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that I couldn’t burn her London down&lt;br /&gt;It’s just that she kept on disappearing&lt;br /&gt;Whenever the ?? came to town&lt;br /&gt;And burned it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111766607365188270?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111766607365188270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111766607365188270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111766607365188270' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111764880612740531</id><published>2005-06-01T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T13:15:22.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quote of the day: (thanks, sam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the biggest cunt I've ever seen.  I mean that is one ginormous cunt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111764880612740531?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111764880612740531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111764880612740531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111764880612740531' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111764105383306182</id><published>2005-06-01T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T08:50:53.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cowboy mouth...dancin in the district...september 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckin rock my world, why don't you????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111764105383306182?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111764105383306182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111764105383306182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111764105383306182' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111758468518024047</id><published>2005-05-31T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:11:25.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leah, I just read your blog and all I have to say is ::::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOUS!!!  DAMN YOUS ALL TO HELL!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'M SUPPOSED TO BE THERE WITH YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.  have fun and lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristen&lt;br /&gt;(the friend you will remember when you are rich and famous)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111758468518024047?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111758468518024047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111758468518024047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111758468518024047' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111758393657071805</id><published>2005-05-31T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T16:58:56.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i was going through some old notebooks of mine and read some of the shit poetry i've written over the years and some of it pissed me off.  you know, how i could get so smitten with such assholes.  i got so pissed off at my notebook from my freshman year here that i threw it across the room.  and i can't find my most recent notebook...the one with the moon over the ohio in it (the poem on this blog) and that upsets me a lot because i have a quotation from a poem i wrote on this blog but i don't know where that poem is.  actually i know where that poem is.  it's in a pink and orange striped composition book that i don't know where is.  lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm extremely sick.  i think i caught whatever anna and her parents had from jimmy.  i told him it's all his fault that i'm sick.  that bastard.  lol.  i'm just joking.  i called in sick to work today and mr. pistole was absolutely hilarious when he answered the phone.  talking about how if i'm sick he doesn't want me to come in to work and that if i'm whiny he doesn't want me to come in to work and if i'm sick and whiny then he especially doesn't want me to come in to work.  it was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;field school starts monday.  i'm excited yet apprehensive.  it should be interesting to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 16th of this month gavin degraw is playing at dancin in the district and i told my sister i'd take her.  that should be cool.  on the 10th of this month this absolutely freakin' awesome french film is opening here dubbed in english and i'm also taking my sister to go see that.  go to &lt;a href="http://www.hightensionmovie.com"&gt;www.hightensionmovie.com&lt;/a&gt; to see more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to go try to eat something.  peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111758393657071805?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111758393657071805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111758393657071805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111758393657071805' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111757773746905866</id><published>2005-05-31T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T15:15:37.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to quote my favorite slovenian "i'm so seeeeck"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111757773746905866?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111757773746905866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111757773746905866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111757773746905866' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111711994766720739</id><published>2005-05-26T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T08:05:47.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quote of the day for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no past and no future.  And if there is no past and no future, the concept of 'self' ceases to make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;It's like when The Who were on &lt;em&gt;The Russell Harty Show&lt;/em&gt; in 1973.  Pete Townshend pushed over one  of his Marshall stack amps which fell with a thud and a crash of cymbals onto Keith Moon's drums, which in turn collapsed upon John Entwistle's Ampeg amp stacks, which also crashed to the studio floor.  'Now' is like Keith Moon's drums.  'The past' is Pete Townshend's amp, which created the motion by which Keith's drums now fall.  'The future' is John Entwistle's amplifiers.  'Self' only exists as a collective name for that series of smashes, crashes, and bangs.  That's all."&lt;br /&gt;--Brad Warner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111711994766720739?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111711994766720739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111711994766720739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111711994766720739' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111711959020594470</id><published>2005-05-26T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T07:59:50.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quote of the night last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nine out of ten times, i don't agree with kicking little kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111711959020594470?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111711959020594470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111711959020594470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111711959020594470' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111713321581419532</id><published>2005-05-26T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T11:46:55.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i'm sitting at the desk at my wonderful job in the library and a girl with blonde curly hair walks by wearing a katsu t-shirt.  for those of you who don't know, the katsu t-shirt is a cowboy mouth t-shirt.  it has the kanji "katsu" on it and says on the back "the roar of a person who knows what it means to be alive."  i wish she'd come by the desk so i can be like "you rock"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cut all my hair off.  it's kinda short but i like it.  this guy i work with named alan just came in and complimented it as he was walking by so i realized i should mention it.  lol.  i also bleached streaks in my hair last night, but the one in the front absolutely did not work at all.  i mean one of my supervisors couldn't even tell that i'd tried to bleach that strip.  except that i tried so hard that it kinda made all the curl from it go away.  which is odd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i get off work in the like 15 min and then i'm going to the music building.  tomorrow i'm going to be "sick" from work and mike and i are going to drive to pinson mounds in jackson to geek out and be archaeology nerds.  rock on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111713321581419532?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111713321581419532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111713321581419532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111713321581419532' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111703338600737030</id><published>2005-05-25T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T08:03:12.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday i played piano for over an hour. then mike and i walked three miles in approximately 40 min. we thought that was pretty good. i think we may walk the 6.5 one today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually had a long serious conversation with jimmy last night. and when i say long, i mean we were on the phone for five hours. we talked about everything. it was wonderful. we found out that not only do we have the same tastes in music and affinity for bad jokes but we also have the same beliefs. which is amazing, because nobody has the same neo-hippy new ager views that i do (except aforementioned neo-hippy new agers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told jimmy that i'm really quite mad at him because right now i don't want to like a guy. i want to hate them all, but he's made that really quite impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm going to head out and get back to work before my supervisor comes out here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111703338600737030?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111703338600737030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111703338600737030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111703338600737030' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111703301481749587</id><published>2005-05-25T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T07:56:54.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quote of the night (from last night):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you wouldn't want to choke on a pretzel cuz if you did then you would have failed in an area where the president did not, and that would just be bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111703301481749587?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111703301481749587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111703301481749587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111703301481749587' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111685825322335395</id><published>2005-05-23T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T07:24:13.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm just getting ready to go to bed...i mean work...freud was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting ready to go to work is what i meant.  i'm getting ready to go to bed is just what i wanted to be doing.  lol. &lt;br /&gt;saturday night jimmy and i went to the drive-in.  it was awesome.  then last night he came over here and we watched a movie.  he left at about three this morning.  that was excellent.  lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday mike and i went walking.  we only walked two miles though.  for some reason or another, i just could not handle it.  i thought i was going to die from it.  i really don't know why.  i think this exercising has me in worse shape then i was before i started exercising.  there's a pleasant thought.  lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.  heading to work now.  peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111685825322335395?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111685825322335395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111685825322335395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111685825322335395' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111650828134324992</id><published>2005-05-19T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T06:11:21.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since during field school if my knee starts hurting it will be absolutely impossible for me to take a day off and rest it, we decided I shouldn't do that now.  Yesterday we walked 6.5 miles.  It sucked.  The only muscles on my body that don't hurt are my calf muscles (Thank you Cowboy Mouth).  The cats understand that I am in pain and have taken to ransacking the apartment.  I've picked up the trash in the kitchen trash can approximately ten times since yesterday.  I've picked up the assortment of things from my nightstand about five times, as well.  And they never ever knock stuff off that.  The only reason they did this time is that they were all sitting on the window sill when they decided that they hate each other and each wants the other to die.  They've all started fighting.  And Jezebel growls just like a dog too.  It's crazy.  She growls way louder than Kiddo does.  She was under my bed at about five this morning and every time a cat walked by she'd start growling and carrying on.  And the two dumb ass black cats want nothing more than to lay right on top of my knee.  That and if I have a pack of ice on it, they can't figure out what the thing is and keep staring at it and trying to pounce on it.  I'm about ready to kill them.  On a slightly better note, I'm not walking today.  haha.  This is good because I have other things I need to try to take care of.  Things that I have recently been too tired to even think about.  Going to go take a bath before going to work now.  Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111650828134324992?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111650828134324992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111650828134324992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111650828134324992' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111643952473133336</id><published>2005-05-18T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T11:05:24.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe happiness didn't have to be about the big, sweeping circumstances, about having everything in your life in place.  Maybe it was about stringing together a bunch of small pleasures.  Wearing slippers and watching the Miss Universe contest.  Eating a brownie with vanilla ice cream.  Getting to level seven in Dragon Master and knowing there were twenty levels to go.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks--the traffic signal that said "Walk" the second you got there--and down ticks--the itchy tag at the back of your collar--that happened to every person in the course of a day.  Maybe everybody had the same allotted measure of happiness within each day.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it didn't matter if you were a world-famous heartthrob or a painful geek.  Maybe it didn't matter if your friend was possibly dying.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you just got through it.  Maybe that was all you could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants by Ann Brashares&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111643952473133336?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111643952473133336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111643952473133336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111643952473133336' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111642320597724658</id><published>2005-05-18T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T06:33:25.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quote of the evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have a dove.  Because they're really pretty and they're quite.  You know, because they're doves, and only Prince knows what it sounds like when doves cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111642320597724658?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111642320597724658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111642320597724658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111642320597724658' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111642314990753253</id><published>2005-05-18T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T06:32:29.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so I may have forgotten to mention this by now, but Mike and I have started attempting to get into somewhat better shape for field school, so we've started going walking everyday.  we started on Monday.  Monday we walked like 2, maybe 3, miles.  so yesterday we walked 4 miles.  and we did it at a pretty good pace, too.  last night I came in and I ate something and took a bath and then laid down for a while because I was absolutely exhausted.  so, I try to stand up for whatever reason and my left knee damn nearly gives out and it's hurting like hell.  so I look down at it and the damn thing is as big around as my thigh.  it was swollen up something awful.  and the worst thing about it is that it was my left knee.  my right knee is my bad knee.  or I should probably say was my bad knee.  looks like the left one is now.  I think I've probably been subconsciously overcompensating for my right knee by putting more weight on the left then on it.  who knows?  I just know that I could barely even walk all night, so the cats used it to their advantage--those little bastards.  anyways, gonna get going now.  gotta get ready for work and dig out my knee braces because I'm walking again today even though it's probably not a good idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111642314990753253?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111642314990753253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111642314990753253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111642314990753253' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111628832042208775</id><published>2005-05-16T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T17:05:20.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so I just ate a organic pizza pocket and damn was it good.  i only splurge on these things every now and then.  i don't get to a lot because they're kinda pricy.  but they're totally worth it.  i was thinking that since there are so many organic food campaigns that i should come up with one too.  that campaign would be :  organically good = orgasmically good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it's fucking true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111628832042208775?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111628832042208775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111628832042208775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111628832042208775' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111628795108700659</id><published>2005-05-16T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T16:59:11.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>our damn tv is out.  just the whole satellite.  it's just out, not working.  lol.  so when i have the time to veg out and watch tv...the tv doesn't work.  oh i love my life.&lt;br /&gt;me thinks it's movie time, then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111628795108700659?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111628795108700659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111628795108700659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111628795108700659' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111627239707404240</id><published>2005-05-16T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T12:39:57.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so you all know i'm not a republican...but i saw this bumper sticker today and damn was it funny...so i have to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don't be a sissy man,&lt;br /&gt;vote Republican"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111627239707404240?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111627239707404240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111627239707404240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111627239707404240' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111625276372909728</id><published>2005-05-16T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T07:12:43.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do you know how much easier it is to make out with a guy when you know it's a non-committal make out session?  lol.  it's so very hard to just initiate a kiss when you really like somebody.  i don't want to sound absolutely horrible or anything buti probably do.  lol.  i don't think there's anything wrong with ncmo.  and lord knows i've had a lot of ncmo in my time.  but as far as looking at a guy that you really really like and then thinking i wonder if he's going to kiss me, or i wonder if i should kiss him...that's totally different.  that's when i get all awkward.  and i have to do the whole let the guy make the first move thing.  but then when he does *this is a funny case* i pull away because of some subconscious thing and the guy accidentally kisses me on the nose....lol...but then things work out the way they're supposed to.  lol.  *sigh*  i've never had so much fun just hanging out with somebody.  we watched the three strangest movies i own, and then just laughed about them and the crazy strange comments they had birthed in our minds.  he didn't get out of here until around 3, and then only because anna called him asking him to pick her up in nashville.  *damn you, anna!!!!*  lol.  i'm just joking.  anyways, i have to go to work here in a minute.  peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111625276372909728?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111625276372909728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111625276372909728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111625276372909728' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111582920182032961</id><published>2005-05-11T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T09:33:21.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sunday night i went to the club with anna and beth.  i strongly disliked it.  it just wasn't my thing.  everybody there looked like they'd stepped out of hot topic ads.  it was like they bought those already made outfits they have put together in the store.  lol.  there were two girls there, other than the ones i knew, that i could actually discern from the rest of the girls.  that's how much they all looked the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i'm watching bullshit at my parents house.  it's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;*situ:  pope speaking latin*&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry I don't speak Catholic."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111582920182032961?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111582920182032961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111582920182032961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111582920182032961' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111540815653913694</id><published>2005-05-06T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T12:35:56.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up another day older and another lifetime more cynical.&lt;br /&gt;i also woke up with a hangover from hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up with absolutely no desire to have to face the world around me.  so i called in sick to work.  i'm glad i did.  i'd rather sit in here and sulk then have to go out and look at all those sickeningly happy faces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111540815653913694?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111540815653913694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111540815653913694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111540815653913694' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111531257372455929</id><published>2005-05-05T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T10:02:53.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>six down...zero to go!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm finished!!!  hahahahahahahaha!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;happy cinco de mayo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111531257372455929?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111531257372455929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111531257372455929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111531257372455929' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111530157925985802</id><published>2005-05-05T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T06:59:39.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>five down...one to go...&lt;br /&gt;five down...one to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111530157925985802?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111530157925985802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111530157925985802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111530157925985802' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111526319260698709</id><published>2005-05-04T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T20:19:52.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sitting on my ass, drinking blackberry jack&lt;br /&gt;studying for history final tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;finals week...four down...two to go&lt;br /&gt;four down...two to go...&lt;br /&gt;four down...two to go...&lt;br /&gt;then it's cinco de mayo time&lt;br /&gt;then it's work on friday...and the boro with dr. altman&lt;br /&gt;then it's clean and cook&lt;br /&gt;then it's party party party&lt;br /&gt;then it's hangover&lt;br /&gt;then it's go home for a week&lt;br /&gt;then it's work work work&lt;br /&gt;then it's field school&lt;br /&gt;then it's work work work&lt;br /&gt;then it's picnic time&lt;br /&gt;then it's work work work&lt;br /&gt;then it's school again...&lt;br /&gt;what a fucking break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111526319260698709?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111526319260698709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111526319260698709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111526319260698709' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111513717832788719</id><published>2005-05-03T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T09:19:38.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is it bad to make out with two different guys on two different days and be thinking about a third one all the while?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111513717832788719?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111513717832788719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111513717832788719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111513717832788719' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111506800431186891</id><published>2005-05-02T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T14:06:44.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have now officially taken two finals today.  my brain is officially fried.  *if you want to know how fried it is, then i will tell you that i originally typed friend...and then went no, no, that's not right*  i'm kinda hungry.  i'm supposed to hang out with will tonight and watch movies or summin, so that should be cool...i told him i'd be done with finals by six...and wouldn't you know...it's four.  lol.  i'm probably going to run home then and get a bite to eat and wait on him to call.  maybe i'll study for my final that's tomorrow night during that time...but i doubt it.  haha.  my brain is too dead for that. &lt;br /&gt;watched the new family guy last night.  it was awesome!  i didn't really like american dad all that much though.  oh well.  the new simpsons and malcolm in the middle were great too.  *yay for my tv night*  because sunday really is my only tv night now, except wednesdays when i watch the new pamela anderson show.  it's hilarious.  anyhow, i think i'm gonna get running.  talk to you all later.  if i survive.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeh, saturday?  party?  hello?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111506800431186891?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111506800431186891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111506800431186891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111506800431186891' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111488121635543022</id><published>2005-04-30T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T10:13:36.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well the alan jackson concert rocked!  i have officially gotten drunk with my mom now as well.  lol.  sarah evans was freakin' amazing.  man, that girl has some lung power!  i was horribly impressed with the band that opened up the concert too.  they were very alt-country.  even though they apparently have a single on country radios.  the girl's voice was what would happen if sheryl crow's voice mated with lucinda williams' voice.  it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on may 14th, tift merritt is playing at mercylounge in nashville.  anybody wanna go?  it's gonna be awesome!  tift merritt rocks! &lt;br /&gt;that weekend i'm also supposed to be going barhopping with my cousins in nashville.  so, weekend after that for renfair?  who's in??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111488121635543022?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111488121635543022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111488121635543022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111488121635543022' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111474610115498848</id><published>2005-04-28T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T20:41:41.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for some unknown reason i am unable to concentrate.  completely and totally unable to concentrate.  i have a paper due monday.  and i can't fucking write it.  oh well.  i guess i have all weekend.  i have to work all weekend too though.  i work 1-4 tomorrow, 12-5 on saturday, and 1-6 on sunday.  this will be a blast.  an absolute-fucking-blast!  i think i'm just brain dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111474610115498848?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111474610115498848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111474610115498848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111474610115498848' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111473184516956491</id><published>2005-04-28T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T16:44:05.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tis the most dreaded, most horrific week of the year!  i may or may not come out of it unscathed.  i've been invited to a party at davo's saturday night.  i may or may not go.  the may not is highly dependent upon the fact that going to a party at davo's does not ensure that you will come out unincarcerated.  in fact, the last time i went to a party at davo's during finals week, i did not come out unincarcerated.  my brain is telling me it might not be a good idea to go.  that doesn't mean i won't though.  we'll see.  it'll probably depend a great deal upon how much work i can get done between now and then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that things are going okay i guess.  still getting used to this single thing.  i'm not liking it one bit. &lt;br /&gt;next saturday (the 7th) i'm having a "i still didn't fucking graduate" party.  let me know if you want to come.  you're all invited.  lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111473184516956491?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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remix of an old song---not so much.  i didn't really like that.  of course all of their old stuff still rocked my world as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song lyric for how i feel now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have lived through all this cr@p before&lt;br /&gt;And I don't plan to take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;Then let me hold it open for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111436648078019683?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111436648078019683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111436648078019683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111436648078019683' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424894706490668502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672973.post-111400354265153409</id><published>2005-04-20T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T06:25:42.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>or maybe if shakira walked by&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6672973-111400354265153409?l=strawberrymarigolds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6672973/posts/default/111400354265153409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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