<?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-21610196</id><updated>2012-01-19T21:44:52.775-07:00</updated><category term='discopityparty'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='songs'/><category term='list'/><category term='funny'/><category term='PlanB'/><category term='movies'/><category term='comics'/><category term='edmonton'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='sheep?'/><category term='fday'/><category term='grayson birthday'/><category term='boats'/><category term='hair'/><category term='whedon'/><category term='amanda palmer'/><category term='visdna'/><category term='picky'/><category term='jeff'/><category 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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-590090490558889506</id><published>2012-01-19T21:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T21:44:52.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOPA</title><content type='html'>Because I can't really explain it any better than &lt;a href="http://static.thepiratebay.org/legal/sopa.txt"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-590090490558889506?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/590090490558889506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=590090490558889506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/590090490558889506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/590090490558889506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2012/01/sopa.html' title='SOPA'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-4908347070233275124</id><published>2011-06-28T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T09:46:31.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog posted by 'police officer from the suburbs':</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you just have to accept that someone said it better. This is a letter from an anonymous police officer present at the Vancouver riots. No one could have said it better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear 2011 Vancouver Stanley Cup Rioters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop saying you're sorry. Stop posting YouTube videos begging for forgiveness. Stop writing letters asking that society cut you some slack and leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you were drunk and flipping cars, I was driving with all of my emergency equipment on to get into Vancouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you were throwing anything you could get your hands on at the police, I was pressure-testing my APR and standing in the middle of the tear gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you and thousands of others disgraced Vancouver and its surrounding population, I stood shoulder to shoulder with a couple hundred men and women, whom I trust my life with, ready to address your indiscretions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came up to me like you owned the streets in your drunken stupor, thrust your middle fingers in my face and shouted obscenities; I didn't snap you in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actions speak louder than words. You started "harmless" fires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You torched other men and women's cars whom you'd never met and never did you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You assaulted firemen as they arrived to try and deal with your "mistakes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took limited, valuable emergency resources away from good people who needed them. You endangered more lives by tying up emergency services than you ever considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You started fights. You stabbed people you'd never met because they somehow made you angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave men and women trying to protect property life-altering concussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You brought paramedics into the tear gas and exhausted them trying to save people they'd never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You showed up to hospital emergency rooms crying because you'd been exposed to tear gas. You got obnoxious and demanded to be treated like you were somehow dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew it was a riot, you chose not to leave, you chose to stick around and breathe the tear gas in. You took nurses and doctors away from people who needed their care to live. People they'd never met but work tirelessly to save. You demanded to be treated as if you were better than the rest of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd tell me that the emergency services personnel I speak of are paid to do this job and chose to be there. You're right. We give a damn about people we've never met and property that isn't ours, that's why we do what we do. You disgust us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brought a tear to my eye, after the gas had cleared, was standing in the middle of an intersection at about 3 a.m. the only people I'd seen for the last 30 minutes were other police officers, until a shopkeeper brought us a case of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a random person with a broom clearing the sidewalk. I had a duty to respond -the citizens of Vancouver immediately afterward could have just left it up to those paid to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't just stand by -they came out in force and cleaned up after your indiscretions. Everyone I saw that early morning thanked me. I was only doing my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the utmost respect for all of the people from Vancouver and the surrounding areas that came downtown and volunteered to clean up after you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You owe Vancouver and the surrounding population more than mere words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare ask for our forgiveness without taking responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't fix life-altering injuries with an "I'm Sorry". You can't repay someone's car loan with a YouTube video. You ask that people leave you and your family alone but you offer no way to replace priceless losses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll sleep soundly in your bed tonight because men and women like me will always be there to deal with your poor choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how fortunate you are, even after we arrest and charge you. Even though you disgust me, if you call for me in the middle of the night I'll respond. I'll protect your life and property because it's right and it's what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening of June 15, 2011, fellow emergency services personnel, my brothers and sisters, left our families at home and while grossly out numbered stood to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning of June 16, 2011, the true heroes emerged to volunteer their time and restored my faith in humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actions speak louder than words. What are you going to do about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a police officer from the suburbs, who was called in to serve and protect on that night; a proud Vancouverite&lt;/blockquote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theprovince.com/news/Blog+posted+police+officer+from+suburbs/5007805/story.html"&gt;Blog posted by 'police officer from the suburbs':&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-4908347070233275124?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.theprovince.com/news/Blog+posted+police+officer+from+suburbs/5007805/story.html' title='Blog posted by &apos;police officer from the suburbs&apos;:'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/4908347070233275124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=4908347070233275124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/4908347070233275124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/4908347070233275124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-posted-by-police-officer-from.html' title='Blog posted by &apos;police officer from the suburbs&apos;:'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-2408592553191398664</id><published>2010-08-23T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:03:03.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/THLwAUeqMdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lf0VwI-KTWs/s1600/wolverine.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/THLwAUeqMdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lf0VwI-KTWs/s400/wolverine.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508729182515507666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-2408592553191398664?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/2408592553191398664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=2408592553191398664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/2408592553191398664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/2408592553191398664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2010/08/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/THLwAUeqMdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lf0VwI-KTWs/s72-c/wolverine.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-6310990763242255726</id><published>2010-04-23T16:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T16:48:47.418-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidspam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seatbelts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Writing for Commercials</title><content type='html'>Next term I am taking a writing for commercials class. People have said this means I'm preparing to sell out and abandon the art of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h-8PBx7isoM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h-8PBx7isoM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the thing about art is that it can be anything. That's the whole point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-6310990763242255726?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/6310990763242255726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=6310990763242255726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/6310990763242255726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/6310990763242255726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2010/04/writing-for-commercials.html' title='Writing for Commercials'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-9208972382092480424</id><published>2010-04-17T16:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T16:40:30.380-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A Four-Legged Family Friend Died</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/S8o4DZoNZHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BaBoNO62bJQ/s1600/7735_285694370590_721015590_9024629_1779491_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/S8o4DZoNZHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BaBoNO62bJQ/s400/7735_285694370590_721015590_9024629_1779491_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461239129210446962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the Virtues of Man, without his Vices.  This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just tribute to the Memory of Boatswain, a Dog.  ~George Gordon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Kelti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/S8o2bDvht3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/aqT1i8OI45g/s1600/n721015590_5382114_8007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/S8o2bDvht3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/aqT1i8OI45g/s400/n721015590_5382114_8007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461237336629163890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-9208972382092480424?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/9208972382092480424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=9208972382092480424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/9208972382092480424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/9208972382092480424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2010/04/four-legged-family-friend-died.html' title='A Four-Legged Family Friend Died'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/S8o4DZoNZHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BaBoNO62bJQ/s72-c/7735_285694370590_721015590_9024629_1779491_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-1487116119300351118</id><published>2010-02-26T16:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:14:04.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>Say A Little Prayer</title><content type='html'>Our Father, who art in Canada Hockey Place, hockey be thy name. Thy will be done, GOLD to be WON on ICE as well as IN THE STANDS. Give us this day our hockey sticks and forgive us our penalties as we forgive those who crosscheck against us. Lead us not into elimination, but deliver us to victory, in the name of the fans, CANADA, and the holy puck..AMEN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-1487116119300351118?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/1487116119300351118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=1487116119300351118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/1487116119300351118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/1487116119300351118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2010/02/say-little-prayer.html' title='Say A Little Prayer'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-813166595786250944</id><published>2010-02-25T14:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:51:20.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidspam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>This is why I love internet.</title><content type='html'>The Who's Baba O'Rielly done by only things that exist on ThinkGeek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cAtt16eQ2Lc&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cAtt16eQ2Lc&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so that exists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-813166595786250944?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/813166595786250944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=813166595786250944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/813166595786250944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/813166595786250944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-why-i-love-internet.html' title='This is why I love internet.'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-2599083097361497904</id><published>2010-02-03T18:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:30:34.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidspam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>I love the Internet</title><content type='html'>Part of why I love the internet is that I can randomly remember things I loved from my childhood and relive them. Like this little gem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/upsZZ2s3xv8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/upsZZ2s3xv8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I still know all the words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-2599083097361497904?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/2599083097361497904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=2599083097361497904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/2599083097361497904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/2599083097361497904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-internet.html' title='I love the Internet'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-6492393441354033907</id><published>2010-01-25T23:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:18:25.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picspam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad night'/><title type='text'>Marilyn &amp; JFK</title><content type='html'>When I've had a particularly bad day...or string of bad days as it were...I seek out the things that make me happy. I have made quite a collection of these things throughout the years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are very few that make me happier than this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/S16W_jt37FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WEDyt4Nvsc0/s1600-h/stars_81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/S16W_jt37FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WEDyt4Nvsc0/s400/stars_81.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430944219318971474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-6492393441354033907?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/6492393441354033907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=6492393441354033907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/6492393441354033907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/6492393441354033907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2010/01/marilyn-jfk.html' title='Marilyn &amp; JFK'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/S16W_jt37FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WEDyt4Nvsc0/s72-c/stars_81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-4217448893285111384</id><published>2010-01-20T20:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:25:16.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picspam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robot apocalypse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Wait...</title><content type='html'>The emo kid who played John Connor has an 'As The World Turns' tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/S1fI2qF9gsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FT3uRCJCOoY/s1600-h/Thomas-Comic-Con-2008-thomas-dekker-2185009-955-1222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/S1fI2qF9gsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FT3uRCJCOoY/s320/Thomas-Comic-Con-2008-thomas-dekker-2185009-955-1222.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429028717156205250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-4217448893285111384?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/4217448893285111384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=4217448893285111384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/4217448893285111384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/4217448893285111384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2010/01/wait.html' title='Wait...'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/S1fI2qF9gsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FT3uRCJCOoY/s72-c/Thomas-Comic-Con-2008-thomas-dekker-2185009-955-1222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-5464024421485794961</id><published>2010-01-19T16:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:02:27.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='streisand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zip'/><title type='text'>Funny Girl</title><content type='html'>So I recently, as in just now, decided I should write about all of the movies I watch, maybe not all 'cause I watch like...four a day, BUT about some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, who is probably the best brother in history no offense to your brother, got me a Netflix membership for Christmas, okay not Netfilx but the Canadian one. STILL. best brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went online one day and made a list. Most of it is musicals. And today along with a cheque from my grandmother I got the first movie in the mail. Maybe it was yesterday, I didn't check the mail yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Funny Girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admission time: I've never seen it. I know all the words to all the songs and I used to sing them with my mom in the kitchen while we baked cookies....yeah we're the Cleavers, so what? And I know that as a fan of musicals I should have seen it by now but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is ridiculous. Like...ACTUALLY ridiculous. And so very very awesome. Barbara Streisand is the shit. For reals. My aunt Terry always had an obsession with her, it was actually one of the first things I knew about her and I'm pretty sure my Grandmother does too...and I kinda get it. She's kinda fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also it's a flashback. I don't know why that makes it better, but it does. Think about it. Stand By Me, Shawshenk....yeah....fact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-5464024421485794961?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/5464024421485794961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=5464024421485794961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/5464024421485794961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/5464024421485794961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2010/01/funny-girl.html' title='Funny Girl'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-7319195310270249123</id><published>2010-01-19T11:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:11:55.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vfs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banjo'/><title type='text'>Leave it to the Brits, they know best.</title><content type='html'>I went home for Christmas. I baked a ridiculous amount of food. It almost feels like that's all I did. But that isn't true because I learned to play the ukulele too. He is red, his name is Banjo, and my parents thought it was ridiculous that I bought myself a ukulele four days before Christmas. What they don't understand is that being whimsical is so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to see everyone that I wanted to see while I was home. Which always sucks, but it's always hard to find the balance between friends and family and mental health time by myself. I didn't get to hang out with D and Aaron though, which sucks. BUT I'm headed home for Spring Break and I will see them then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did do is spend a lot of time with family and extended family. I hung out with my sister and Grayson and Alex. Grayson is apparently a little person now? I don't know how that happens but it's weird. I didn't get to go see a movie with my sister but we'll work it out for next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go see Avatar when my brother was back. That was cool. Predictable but cool. It's kind of annoying how I can't really watch movies anymore without deconstructing them as I do, but it makes me feel smart so that's all good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent New Years with my parents. It sounds lame but it was awesome. We made a ridiculous amount of appetizers and a couple pitchers of frozen margaritas and watch Canada kick some USA ass in the IIHF. WE lost the championship later but we don't talk about that. Then we watched some of the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame show, saw Simon and Garfunkle, they were stoned. It was pretty epic. Then I went to the basement and talked to some friends before crashing at like five after twelve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably stayed home a bit long, people were on my last nerve when I got on the plane so I'm gonna try to keep my time home limited. Then I spent a good seven and a half hours in the Calgary airport. Everything was closed but Banjo was in my backpack so we rocked out despite getting funny looks like people had never seen a ninja ukulele party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was the birthday. It was pretty mellow, I went out for dinner where we both got a little tipsy and stumbled our way back to my place for a food coma. The next day I had school and it was pretty sweet. THEN after class everyone went to Shenanigans, on a Wednesday which happens to be karaoke night because it was Tyler's birthday and my birthday and James' birthday and Holly's birthday kinda...anyway tehre was a lot of birthday. And my cousin Dane showed up which was wicked and we were all chillin' havin' a good time when I turn around and my brother is there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's where I lost it. It was the best thing ever. So I ditched my friends and hung out with my brother and Brian and Josh and Dane and Cass. Until they left. And I stayed. And got a bit sloppy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for school well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until yesterday I had perfect attendance. And it was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework and sick days do not mix. Unless of course you took a sick day to get homework done, but that's not really a sick day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of homework I need to do for this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. workshop pages for 3 first acts...and then mine but I don't plan on doing mine, that seems redundant. Especially considering I was only supposed to write my first act. Well my first act is like...four pages long. Maybe. Then they told me that i needed to hand in 15-30 pages. So, i explained to them that my first act is super short, and was informed that is unacceptable. And to that I say Kramer vs. Kramer jerkface. So I wrote 18 pages into the script, it doesn't end with the first act and I will catch shit for that later but who cares? My script. My rules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Read Shawshenk Redemption for Adaptation. I have read Shawshenk before, the short story not the script...why would we be reading the script for an Adaptation class?, and I love it. I really do. The problem is that we only have course packs and it's very clear that an intern just typed it straight out of the book and didn't spell check. Stephen King doesn't misspell his character's names randomly. He just doesn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Documentary one-sheet. Of course this needs to be done with my documentary partners and since I wasn't at school yesterday I have no idea where we're at. I will be emailing them shortly but the likelihood of me getting anything done today is very slim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework I need to do for next week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Write 30 more pages of my script and fix up everything that gets work shopped on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;2. Write a sketch centered around a good character. I am not good at sketch. That's all this class has taught me. Sketch should be left to the British because they do it best. &lt;br /&gt;3. Read the first act of Romeo and Juliet. If I decide to read it again. I'm still not sure, I figure if I can do the opening monologue I shouldn't have to reread it. But there's a test. And I like getting good grades. Almost as much as I liked having perfect attendance. Shit. &lt;br /&gt;4. I have no idea what we're doing next in documentary. Probably trying to contact someone which should be interesting...&lt;br /&gt;5. Read and workshop four other first acts. I love workshopping. I really do. I like working on other peoples ideas more than mine. This has been pointed out to me as something relaly bad for feature writing and really good for tv writing...so...yay?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm ridiculous when I'm sick. I don't know if that's true. I don't feel any more ridiculous than always. Maybe everyone else is ridiculous when I'm sick...that makes more sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-7319195310270249123?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/7319195310270249123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=7319195310270249123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/7319195310270249123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/7319195310270249123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2010/01/leave-it-to-brits-they-know-best.html' title='Leave it to the Brits, they know best.'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-4082965079440163144</id><published>2009-12-13T23:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:34:20.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidspam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amanda palmer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>So glad that no one killed Amanda Palmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i62UF7uROGU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i62UF7uROGU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          .guh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-4082965079440163144?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/4082965079440163144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=4082965079440163144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/4082965079440163144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/4082965079440163144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-glad-that-no-one-killed-amanda.html' title='So glad that no one killed Amanda Palmer'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-2741217295583198370</id><published>2009-11-10T18:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:23:49.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picspam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grayson birthday'/><title type='text'>Hey wouldn't wear the mask...</title><content type='html'>Just in case there was any doubt that my nephew is coolest/cutest kid in existence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SvoSDRfEioI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qPeUeMeuYVw/s1600-h/DSC_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SvoSDRfEioI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qPeUeMeuYVw/s400/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402650550426962562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-2741217295583198370?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/2741217295583198370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=2741217295583198370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/2741217295583198370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/2741217295583198370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-wouldnt-wear-mask.html' title='Hey wouldn&apos;t wear the mask...'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SvoSDRfEioI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qPeUeMeuYVw/s72-c/DSC_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-278158043092748480</id><published>2009-11-05T17:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T17:39:11.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blocked.</title><content type='html'>Writer's Block is NOT OKAY when said blocked person is in Writing School!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not okay at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current homework list:&lt;br /&gt; - springboard for an animated series...I didn't get to pick the series.&lt;br /&gt; - Two feature outlines...both of which I already pitched so I can't come up with a new one now even though I'm not particularly partial to either of them. And they're both just rough ideas. I barely have an idea what they're about and now I have to go to outline. Why can't I take another tv class? &lt;br /&gt; - Read the script for Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid and then write enough notes for a ten minute presentation about the movie. I read the script. I'll make notes as soon as I'm motivated...&lt;br /&gt; - Dialogue. One age of dialogue filled with conflict and subtext. DONE because I'm awesome like that. &lt;br /&gt; - the first 20 pages of my Fringe spec. Which is due tomorrow at lunch. Which I am done because I've been working on it forever. And it's awesome and I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really I'm just saving the hard stuff for last. Which was probably not the best idea I've ever had. And now I have writer's block and I can't seem to get myself motivated to do anything but watch tv. Which could be counted as homework technically...but it's not even good tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an unrelated note...I want this shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SvNv4OFuoBI/AAAAAAAAADw/86Sbgfr2Jq0/s1600-h/FridayThe12th_Fullpic_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SvNv4OFuoBI/AAAAAAAAADw/86Sbgfr2Jq0/s200/FridayThe12th_Fullpic_1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400783389792837650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND it's Mo-vember! So if you can grow a moustache you should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-278158043092748480?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/278158043092748480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=278158043092748480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/278158043092748480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/278158043092748480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/11/blocked.html' title='Blocked.'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SvNv4OFuoBI/AAAAAAAAADw/86Sbgfr2Jq0/s72-c/FridayThe12th_Fullpic_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-7963380728255219437</id><published>2009-10-26T23:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:44:01.446-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vfs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='termtwo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='condo'/><title type='text'>Well that's one way to tell the parents....But it's only half the time!</title><content type='html'>SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term Two just started. So far I have a wicked outline for my Fringe Spec, a short script that I don't entirely hate, and three feature ideas to take to the pitch fest on Thursday. Which I'm not too worried about. Thanks to Kelsey and John I can pretty much pitch anything. My final project was to pitch a movie based on the logline: An ancient and powerful wizard competes in a gritty innercity basketball tournament with the help of his magical talking bong. It would've made millions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term two means that I actually go to pages for my spec, which is crazy exciting. It means I go from pitch to outline to treatment on one of my features. It means I develop an animated tv pilot. Along with having a dialogue class, another genre study class (crime!), and something else....but I forget what. All in all it means a lot of reading and a shit ton of writing. I'm stoked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also we got our new campus today. See the writers dind't really have a campus of our own, we got sent to basements and boardrooms with slidey walls, and wherever they cold fit us. It sucked. It caused crazy amounts of confusion. BUT NOW! Now we have our very own floor, still on Hastings but you can't win 'em all. And its pretty! And new! and there's sixty inch flat screens in every class! And our very own theatre with blackout curtains! And a lounge with leather couches and a tv and racks of movies! and a kitchen and a bathroom without coded entry! It's all very exciting. I'll post pictures maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking into fellowships for after school is done. Even though school isn't done forever. I'm not too worried about the competition, the only thing that worries me is getting a work visa. That seems complicated. And hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! My condo? Awesome. Like woven from strands of awesome universe particles. And no one uses the pool, which is weird...but good 'cause then I can swim all i want. Downside: the giant poster of Roberto Luongo that stares into my windows all day...supercreep. I should post condo pictures too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to my younger cousin today, she's coming out with her mom and brother next weekish. Apparently she's getting another tattoo, one on her ribs. A plant of some kind with the script "tuesday's child is full of grace". Which prompted me to figure out what day of the week I was born on.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was born on a Sunday! &lt;br /&gt;You wanna know what Sunday's child is full of? &lt;br /&gt;I sure did! &lt;br /&gt;Turns out Sunday's child isn't full of anything:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"But the child born on the Sabbath day,&lt;br /&gt;Is fair and wise and good and gay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-7963380728255219437?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/7963380728255219437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=7963380728255219437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/7963380728255219437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/7963380728255219437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-thats-one-way-to-tell-parentsbut.html' title='Well that&apos;s one way to tell the parents....But it&apos;s only half the time!'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-2227235966416849266</id><published>2009-08-21T00:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:43:11.335-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picspam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kelowna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Can I Kick It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/So5Agh_2SqI/AAAAAAAAADo/dJbyIIufQTE/s1600-h/IMG_0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/So5Agh_2SqI/AAAAAAAAADo/dJbyIIufQTE/s320/IMG_0102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372302333125741218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Justin and I had an awesome change rolling party after I got home from the boat (that almost 200 dollars, be impressed). The boat trips have been frequent lately, and awesome. Tonight it was just me and Carling and Nevin and Brady and we had a fantastic time despite the fact that we got to the Marina and Carling's boat was missing. We found it. No worries. &lt;br /&gt;I have a wicked summer 2009 soundtrack in the works. Someday soon I will uploads it. That was plural on purpose by the by. I also have a few choice videos from this summer that I won't be uploading but will make me smile when life sucks. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my last night in Kelowna and as much as I'm excited for new schooling and new place (y'know my condo? the one that isn't ready? yeah...that one) and Van...I'm having a lot of fun and I don't really want to leave. &lt;br /&gt;I really wish that this place had air conditioning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-2227235966416849266?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/2227235966416849266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=2227235966416849266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/2227235966416849266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/2227235966416849266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-i-kick-it.html' title='Can I Kick It?'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/So5Agh_2SqI/AAAAAAAAADo/dJbyIIufQTE/s72-c/IMG_0102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-6949994604099126432</id><published>2009-08-17T12:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:46:11.453-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidspam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='datemyavatar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fday'/><title type='text'>Why yes, yes I would like to date your avatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/urNyg1ftMIU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/urNyg1ftMIU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case anyone was wondering why I have an epic crush on Felicia Day....of course I'm not sure why anyone wouldn't....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-6949994604099126432?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/6949994604099126432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=6949994604099126432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/6949994604099126432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/6949994604099126432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-yes-yes-i-would-like-to-date-your.html' title='Why yes, yes I would like to date your avatar'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-6024821358524507483</id><published>2009-08-12T20:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:19:47.344-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='johnhughes'/><title type='text'>If he gets up, we'll all get up, it'll be anarchy.</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to stay quiet about John Hughes dying. There are people who knew him, and until now I've left the speaking to them. As for me, I'm just a kid who watched all his movies. Not just watched. I memorized them. I studied them. I learned from them. I grew up on those movies. When I got the text from Beth that he had died something hit me like a semi: John Hughes is the reason I want to be a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all I need to say on the matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-6024821358524507483?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/6024821358524507483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=6024821358524507483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/6024821358524507483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/6024821358524507483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-he-gets-up-well-all-get-up-itll-be.html' title='If he gets up, we&apos;ll all get up, it&apos;ll be anarchy.'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-4754326303939430196</id><published>2009-08-11T21:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:22:09.261-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picspam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AHath'/><title type='text'>.guh.</title><content type='html'>So I haven't left the condo in like...two days...so I was searching stuff on the internet and I found some pictures that broke my brain. AND NOW I'M SHARING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SoI05NAUKiI/AAAAAAAAADg/wSSnTEJSiQQ/s1600-h/normal_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SoI05NAUKiI/AAAAAAAAADg/wSSnTEJSiQQ/s320/normal_009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368911863127222818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SoI04i9RG7I/AAAAAAAAADY/n8eAIO-eQD8/s1600-h/hot-100-2009-kristen-bell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SoI04i9RG7I/AAAAAAAAADY/n8eAIO-eQD8/s320/hot-100-2009-kristen-bell.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368911851840150450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SoI04NXIwuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o-4WHGF9ENo/s1600-h/hot-100-2009-katee-sackhoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SoI04NXIwuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o-4WHGF9ENo/s320/hot-100-2009-katee-sackhoff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368911846043075298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SoI03v5hJBI/AAAAAAAAADI/kzcgQ-dZ6aM/s1600-h/hot-100-2009-anne-hathaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SoI03v5hJBI/AAAAAAAAADI/kzcgQ-dZ6aM/s320/hot-100-2009-anne-hathaway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368911838134215698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-4754326303939430196?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/4754326303939430196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=4754326303939430196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/4754326303939430196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/4754326303939430196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/08/guh.html' title='.guh.'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SoI05NAUKiI/AAAAAAAAADg/wSSnTEJSiQQ/s72-c/normal_009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-5609567849922727459</id><published>2009-08-11T13:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:08:56.576-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Think of it as homework...or a summer reading list for film school</title><content type='html'>TV that I have watched this summer because I know that the internet really wants to know what I'm watching when I'm not in school...a LIST in alphabetical order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battlestar Galactica Season One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Minds Season One&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Minds Season Two&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Minds Season Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Angel Season One&lt;br /&gt;Dark Angel Season Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entourage Season One&lt;br /&gt;Entourage Season Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firefly Season Only &amp; Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost Whisperer Season One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Guild Season One&lt;br /&gt;The Guild Season Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leverage Season One &amp; everything that has aired so far in Season Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xena Season One&lt;br /&gt;Xena Season Two&lt;br /&gt;Xena Season Three&lt;br /&gt;Xena Season Four...I just started Season Five so I dunno if I'll finish the series...look funny bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SoHXpabYRuI/AAAAAAAAADA/m2ExvzGYkro/s1600-h/xpvrco.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SoHXpabYRuI/AAAAAAAAADA/m2ExvzGYkro/s320/xpvrco.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368809337271109346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SoHXowxP1sI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GgitRDxC-IE/s1600-h/nf5ocz.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SoHXowxP1sI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GgitRDxC-IE/s320/nf5ocz.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368809326088541890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SoHXooScNsI/AAAAAAAAACw/WJ4lFwjeJ9s/s1600-h/6yk1v4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SoHXooScNsI/AAAAAAAAACw/WJ4lFwjeJ9s/s320/6yk1v4.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368809323811845826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SoHXoTMu-AI/AAAAAAAAACo/DQ9omCIghSM/s1600-h/2ni1yly.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SoHXoTMu-AI/AAAAAAAAACo/DQ9omCIghSM/s320/2ni1yly.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368809318150764546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next on the roster you ask? Well in the queue I have:&lt;br /&gt;24&lt;br /&gt;Mad Men&lt;br /&gt;Merlin&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Who&lt;br /&gt;Skins&lt;br /&gt;30 Rock....&lt;br /&gt;OH Sopranos...&lt;br /&gt;and keeping up with Leverage, finishing Xena and Entourage&lt;br /&gt;AND Beth and I are gonna watch Battlestar again 'cause she hasn't seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you think I did this summer? Camp?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-5609567849922727459?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/5609567849922727459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=5609567849922727459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/5609567849922727459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/5609567849922727459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/08/think-of-it-as-homeworkor-summer.html' title='Think of it as homework...or a summer reading list for film school'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SoHXpabYRuI/AAAAAAAAADA/m2ExvzGYkro/s72-c/xpvrco.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-4540854430462477335</id><published>2009-08-11T13:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:29:33.865-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Company</title><content type='html'>I have dealt with an insane amount of company and guests this summer. At some points it seemed like ever other day I was getting ready for some sort of dinner or visit or something. Which I don't mind. I like having company...wait...rephrase...I like having good company. And I'm not talking about the people who practically live at your house and know where everything is and have no qualms about helping themselves. I'm talking about the people who you invite for dinner...or drinks and apps...or whatever. The people who you actually have to work when they come over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I was raised to be good company, so I know the difference between good and bad guests. I'm sure most people think that they are good company...but the truth is that most people? Aren't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad company is the worst. They just show up, eat all your food, drink all your beer, and leave the mess. Bad company is too loud even when you've reminded them to be quiet and they stay beyond their welcome. I have had way too much bad company this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are simple rules that everyone should follow: like upon receiving an invitation everyone should ask what they can bring. Even if the host says 'nothing' there is no reason to attend a function without a contribution...even if it's just a bottle of wine. Offer to help with the clean-up, even if you don't really want to...simple things like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that isn't everything. The best guests? Clean up even though you asked them not to. When there's too many people and not enough chairs, they sit on the floor without argument, and insist instead that you take a chair. They hide money in your purse when you refuse to let them chip in for the take-out. There isn't enough good company in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-4540854430462477335?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/4540854430462477335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=4540854430462477335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/4540854430462477335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/4540854430462477335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/08/company.html' title='Company'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-8845142913151488181</id><published>2009-07-04T00:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:52:16.630-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blocked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fic'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so...I haven't written anything more than a few lines since January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried. But it never seems to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...what if that last thing I wrote was it? What if that's all I had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had writer's block like this before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-8845142913151488181?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/8845142913151488181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=8845142913151488181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/8845142913151488181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/8845142913151488181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/07/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-7526818326833122152</id><published>2009-06-27T22:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:00:40.482-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picspam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grayson birthday'/><title type='text'>How I Spent My Summer Vacation...</title><content type='html'>Dino Cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/Skb4u-C5KUI/AAAAAAAAACg/mL5x5TK6y_o/s1600-h/photo(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/Skb4u-C5KUI/AAAAAAAAACg/mL5x5TK6y_o/s400/photo(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352238692989217090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/Skb4ugxNjuI/AAAAAAAAACY/8vscr81-LbQ/s1600-h/photo(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/Skb4ugxNjuI/AAAAAAAAACY/8vscr81-LbQ/s400/photo(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352238685130428130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/Skb4ukUudQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_cgdbalHbzs/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/Skb4ukUudQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_cgdbalHbzs/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352238686084691202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I will not explain how long it took me to make him because it makes me a bit sick to think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-7526818326833122152?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/7526818326833122152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=7526818326833122152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/7526818326833122152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/7526818326833122152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-i-spent-my-summer-vacation.html' title='How I Spent My Summer Vacation...'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/Skb4u-C5KUI/AAAAAAAAACg/mL5x5TK6y_o/s72-c/photo(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-2723992181124377798</id><published>2009-06-22T20:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:37:37.107-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picspam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><title type='text'>Saying Goodby To Childish Things</title><content type='html'>So the time has come to get rid of my comic collection. Which isn't something I really want to do. But my parents aren't going to keep them for me forever. And I don't particularly want to haul them across the country. I'm guessing they weigh about 75 pounds. Which is kind of insane when you think about it. So I was getting ready to sell them and made a list of everything I have and stacked them up on the old air hockey table in the basement. They didn't all fit...but here's what did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SkA_ssOQAHI/AAAAAAAAACI/qHuQfiY2O2E/s1600-h/IMG_2486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SkA_ssOQAHI/AAAAAAAAACI/qHuQfiY2O2E/s320/IMG_2486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350346394333872242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SkA_sUJ6ccI/AAAAAAAAACA/6CmNY90kiJU/s1600-h/IMG_2485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SkA_sUJ6ccI/AAAAAAAAACA/6CmNY90kiJU/s320/IMG_2485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350346387873231298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SkA_sLIS8WI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ANdLASkB4qg/s1600-h/IMG_2484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SkA_sLIS8WI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ANdLASkB4qg/s320/IMG_2484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350346385450529122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-2723992181124377798?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/2723992181124377798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=2723992181124377798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/2723992181124377798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/2723992181124377798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/06/saying-goodby-to-childish-things.html' title='Saying Goodby To Childish Things'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SkA_ssOQAHI/AAAAAAAAACI/qHuQfiY2O2E/s72-c/IMG_2486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-3579619095109908358</id><published>2009-06-22T15:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:08:52.702-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I like to steal from Simon</title><content type='html'>Number of Songs: 1217&lt;br /&gt;Number of Albums: 291&lt;br /&gt;Most Recently Played Song: The Fratellis "Flathead"&lt;br /&gt;Most Played Song: Tegan and Sara "I Was Married&lt;br /&gt;Most Recently Added Album: Where the Light Is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Song Alphabetically: Jackson 5 "ABC"&lt;br /&gt;Last Song Alphabetically: David Bowie "Ziggy Stardust"&lt;br /&gt;Smallest Song Numerically: Kimya Dawson "5 Years"&lt;br /&gt;Biggest Song Numerically: Sublime "40 oz. to freedom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortest Song: "Oo-de-lally" from Disney's Robin Hood....what? That's normal....&lt;br /&gt;Longest Song: "Down Once More" from the Phantom of the Opera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Album Alphabetically: Across the Universe Official Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;Last Album Alphabetically: Your Favourite Weapon by Brand New&lt;br /&gt;First Album Numerically: *cough* 8 Mile Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;Last Album Numerically: Sublime's 40 Oz. to Freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Five Songs That Pop Up On Shuffle:&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds ft. Regina Spektor, "You Don't Know Me" &lt;br /&gt;The Veronicas, “Revenge Is Sweeter Than You Ever Were”&lt;br /&gt;Metric, “Collect Call”&lt;br /&gt;NoFX, “Creeping Out Sara”&lt;br /&gt;Loverboy, “Lovin' Every Minute Of It”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-3579619095109908358?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/3579619095109908358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=3579619095109908358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/3579619095109908358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/3579619095109908358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-i-like-to-steal-from-simon.html' title='Sometimes I like to steal from Simon'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-880625332533443990</id><published>2009-06-11T21:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:51:03.976-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picspam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>New haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SjHQiPSjvrI/AAAAAAAAABw/0WOh-FQuFSA/s1600-h/Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SjHQiPSjvrI/AAAAAAAAABw/0WOh-FQuFSA/s400/Photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346283519303990962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SjHQhx1UG-I/AAAAAAAAABo/L9PHrlC64jo/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SjHQhx1UG-I/AAAAAAAAABo/L9PHrlC64jo/s400/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346283511396703202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-880625332533443990?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/880625332533443990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=880625332533443990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/880625332533443990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/880625332533443990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-haircut.html' title='New haircut'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SjHQiPSjvrI/AAAAAAAAABw/0WOh-FQuFSA/s72-c/Photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-8365602741397988778</id><published>2009-06-03T21:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:55:50.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a big part of me that is sure that I passed up my only shot at being truly happy, and I'm stuck settling for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thought sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-8365602741397988778?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/8365602741397988778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=8365602741397988778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/8365602741397988778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/8365602741397988778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-big-part-of-me-that-is-sure-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-1745309045411396022</id><published>2009-05-17T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:54:37.182-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cw'/><title type='text'>hiatus</title><content type='html'>The second you realize that you can relate to the fictional angsty boy billionaire love issues on a series that airs on the fuckin' CW...you need to take a step back and rethink your fuckin' priorities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is what i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out internet, i'll be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-1745309045411396022?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/1745309045411396022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=1745309045411396022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/1745309045411396022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/1745309045411396022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/05/hiatus.html' title='hiatus'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-6278114531258782337</id><published>2009-04-14T10:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:05:21.280-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidspam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheep?'/><title type='text'>things of AWESOME</title><content type='html'>This is what I do in class when I should be paying attention. I find funny videos to post on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we have the sheep. These are the most magical sheep I have ever seen. Not to mention the dogs. My god, whoever trained these dogs needs a medal. also, I wish I could get paid for manipulating sheep...wait...that came out wrong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2FX9rviEhw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2FX9rviEhw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: Katee Sackhoff. Being adorable.  AS always. I don't think I need to say more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UAP-0vz_qEU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UAP-0vz_qEU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: This is what I do when I lose my homework the day before its due and it threatens my graduation...i find videos of joss being awesome and ignore my imminent failure as a person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dTY8-XPhTzQ&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=fr&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dTY8-XPhTzQ&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=fr&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure i will add more things in between panic attacks. life is fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-6278114531258782337?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/6278114531258782337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=6278114531258782337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/6278114531258782337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/6278114531258782337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-things-of-awesome.html' title='things of AWESOME'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-6057625407453957054</id><published>2009-04-05T15:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:37:43.953-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeff'/><title type='text'>Best Conversation Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just had the best conversation with Jeff about my Bowie obsession and how it defines my entire person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Jeff: You wouldn't be Mugs if you didn't love Bowie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                I don't know what you'd be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;          Just some weird little girl who should like Bowie, but doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                That would be your whole identity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                And that's what everybody would talk about when they mention you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-6057625407453957054?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/6057625407453957054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=6057625407453957054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/6057625407453957054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/6057625407453957054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-conversation-ever.html' title='Best Conversation Ever'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-2819640544113696369</id><published>2009-04-02T10:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:48:19.361-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidspam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight'/><title type='text'>Goalie fight</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people ask me why I like watching hockey. Sometimes I answer them with my serious voice. Sometimes...I show them shit like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HoGLxQyXqWo&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HoGLxQyXqWo&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flying goalie attack is my fave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-2819640544113696369?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/2819640544113696369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=2819640544113696369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/2819640544113696369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/2819640544113696369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/04/goalie-fight.html' title='Goalie fight'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-7016767531144663824</id><published>2009-03-04T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:46:32.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I GOT IN TO VFS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that's all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-7016767531144663824?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/7016767531144663824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=7016767531144663824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/7016767531144663824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/7016767531144663824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-got-in-to-vfs-thats-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-4000635706679610570</id><published>2009-03-04T16:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:34:06.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picspam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><title type='text'>Why I Love Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://16.media.tumblr.com/JQw9B8VIzg0xdu0lovMI2Bu9o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 471px;" src="http://16.media.tumblr.com/JQw9B8VIzg0xdu0lovMI2Bu9o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-4000635706679610570?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/4000635706679610570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=4000635706679610570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/4000635706679610570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/4000635706679610570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-i-love-obama.html' title='Why I Love Obama'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-6238220447743069686</id><published>2009-02-21T16:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:06:21.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Red Carpet Magistrate</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the greatest day of the year. It's my Christmas and Hunnukah and whatever other religious holiday wrapped into one. Yes ladies and gentlemen, it's Oscar night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know the Academy Awards trump all of my other obsessions. They trump comics and music and writing and fic and everything...I'd say movie but they sort of are movies...and I'd say Angelina Jolie but she's always there. ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every year I throw an Oscar party. I can't remember the first one I threw. It was when I was young. Point is now I'm in charge. We have the same crowd every year: My younger cousin Danica, her mom Carolyn, my dad's cousin Brenda, my mom's best friend Sheryl, my sisters friend Kelly, my sister, my mom, me, and Beth. Beth is ditching us this year in favour of being on the other side of the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gather in my basement, which I tend to decorate...my fave year was still when we dressed Buzz Lightyear in drag...ANYWAYS...we gather in the basement with food and ballots and sit and watch the whole thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that I'm the only one who takes it seriously. Most everyone else is more interested in what everyone is wearing than in who wins...and more importantly who deserves to win because they rarely coincide...the Lord of the Rings fiasco comes to mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who gets the most predictions right, also known as me, gets a prize and bragging rights for the whole year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year? Themed pizzas. That's right I have a pizza for Slumdog Millionaire, Frost/Nixon, the Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Milk, The Reader, and Doubt ('cause its the Streep). Have I gone overboard? yes, absolutely. But delicious pizzas are the result. Two sweet pizzas (dessert pizzas) and four savoury pizzas. I'm stoked. Everything is chopped and prepped and awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my picks...this year I'm keeping them quiet. I've topped off at 42 out of the 50 movies nominated, two in foreign languages without subtitles...but I couldn't get a hold of the shorts. Still, it's four more than last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stoked. I dunno if you can tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-6238220447743069686?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/6238220447743069686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=6238220447743069686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/6238220447743069686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/6238220447743069686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/02/red-carpet-magistrate.html' title='Red Carpet Magistrate'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-3742444565504860803</id><published>2009-02-07T16:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:51:36.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidspam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lgbt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regina spektor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>And it breaks my heart</title><content type='html'>I'm not a political person. But to quote Keith Olbermann, "this isn't about yelling and this isn't about politics. This is about the human heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="302"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3089746&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3089746&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="302"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3089746"&gt;"Fidelity": Don't Divorce...&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/couragecampaign"&gt;Courage Campaign&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-3742444565504860803?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/3742444565504860803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=3742444565504860803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/3742444565504860803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/3742444565504860803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-it-breaks-my-heart.html' title='And it breaks my heart'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-5044325124221549523</id><published>2009-02-03T17:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:59:05.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So when I created this blog I promised that I would never resort to angsty poetry or rants about my millions of crushes...I am only half-breaking the promise. No rants about crushes...and only one poem...and I wouldn't consider it angsty.&lt;br /&gt;I hate posting my poetry. I don't write a lot and the stuff that I do write I'm never happy with. BUT, that being said, I was cruising my blog list when I read &lt;a href="http://amberbensonwrotethis.blogspot.com/2009/02/lisa-had-little-dog.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, and it made me smile. And then my ego interrupted and reminded me that once, a long time ago, I wrote a poem that I'm quite proud of in the same vein and I thought that maybe someone might read it and smile. So...here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Nightmare kid I always was&lt;br /&gt;screaming once the lights were off&lt;br /&gt;the monsters 'neath my bed were real&lt;br /&gt;on my toes their breath I'd feel&lt;br /&gt;dark would seem extremely long&lt;br /&gt;even though my nightlight shone&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsters hid behind closed  doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching, drooling on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Creaks of beasts kept me awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the covers I would quake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely beasts would come and  pounce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'd gobble me up, ounce  by ounce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't scream, not make a  sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or from the shadows they would  bound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visions of terror danced in  my head&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever scared of waking up  dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-5044325124221549523?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/5044325124221549523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=5044325124221549523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/5044325124221549523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/5044325124221549523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-when-i-created-this-blog-i-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-3005558405183908833</id><published>2008-12-05T15:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:03:47.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Epic Christmas Mix</title><content type='html'>So, as I am driving home for Christmas with my mom after these blasted finals are done, she requested that we listen to only Christmas music for the whole drive. The drive home is 5 1/2 hours. So what did I do? I found five and a half hours of Christmas music. I think I repeat....two songs...if that. There are 102 songs, and actually it's over 5 1/2 hours...which is good because I can guarantee my mother will not like all of them. Yes ladies and gentlemen it just may be the most epic Christmas mix ever created. And because I'm a good person...and I'm avoiding homework I thought I would share this epic mix with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In alphabetical order)&lt;br /&gt;1. All I Want For Christmas – Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;2. All That I Want – The Weepies&lt;br /&gt;3. And the Angels Cried – Alan Jackson ft. Allison Krause&lt;br /&gt;4. Angels Among Us – Randy Travis&lt;br /&gt;5. Angels We Have Heard On High – Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;6. Auld Lang Syne – Marc Anthony&lt;br /&gt;7. Ave Maria – Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;8. Away in a Manger – Reba McEntire&lt;br /&gt;9. Baby, It’s Cold Outside – Bing Crosby ft. Doris Day&lt;br /&gt;10. Believe – Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;11. Bells Are Ringing 0 Mary Chapin Carpenter&lt;br /&gt;12. Bells Will Be Ringing – Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;13. Blame It On the Mistletoe – Toby Keith&lt;br /&gt;14. Blue Christmas – Elvis&lt;br /&gt;15. Breathe of Heaven – Amy Grant&lt;br /&gt;16. Carol of the Bells – Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir&lt;br /&gt;17. Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) – Hanson&lt;br /&gt;18. Christmas Don’t Be Late – Chipmunks&lt;br /&gt;19. Christmas For Cowboys – Jars of Clay&lt;br /&gt;20. Christmas in Killarney – Barra MacNeils&lt;br /&gt;21. Christmas is All Around – Billy Mack&lt;br /&gt;22. Christmas Medley – Nsync&lt;br /&gt;23. Christmas Medley – Barenaked Ladies&lt;br /&gt;24. Christmas Shoes – Alabama&lt;br /&gt;25. Christmas Song – Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;26. Christmas Song – The Raveonettes&lt;br /&gt;27. A Christmas to Remember – Kenny &amp; Dolly&lt;br /&gt;28. Christmas Without You – Kenny &amp; Dolly&lt;br /&gt;29. Christmas Wrapping – Spice Girls&lt;br /&gt;30. Christmases When You Were Mine – Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;31. Do They Know It’s Christmas? – Band Aid (Original)&lt;br /&gt;32. Do You Hear What I Hear? – Whitney Houston&lt;br /&gt;33. Donde Esta Santa Clause – Guster&lt;br /&gt;34. Driving Home For Christmas – Chris Rea&lt;br /&gt;35. Fairytale of New York – the Pogues ft. Kirsty MacColl&lt;br /&gt;36. Feliz Navidad – Jose Feliciano&lt;br /&gt;37. The First Noel – Crash Test Dummies&lt;br /&gt;38. The Friendly Beasts – Garth Brooks&lt;br /&gt;39.  Give Love on Christmas Day – Solid Harmony&lt;br /&gt;40. Go Tell It On the Mountain – Garth Brooks&lt;br /&gt;41. The Greatest Gift of All – Kenny &amp; Dolly&lt;br /&gt;42. Hanukkah Song – Adam Sandler&lt;br /&gt;43. Happy Christmas (War is Over) – John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;44. Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas – Diana Krall&lt;br /&gt;45. Here Comes Santa Clause – Gene Autry&lt;br /&gt;46. Holly Jolly Christmas – Burl Ives&lt;br /&gt;47. I Believe in Father Christmas – greg Lake&lt;br /&gt;48. I believe in Santa Clause – Kenny &amp; Dolly&lt;br /&gt;49. I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause – Jackson 5&lt;br /&gt;50. I Still Believe in Santa Clause – New Kids on the Block&lt;br /&gt;51. I’ll Be Home For Christmas – Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;52. I’ll Be Home For Christmas – Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;53. I’m Getting’ Nuttin’ For Christmas – Barry Gordon&lt;br /&gt;54. It Must’ve Been Ol’ Santa Clause – Harry Connick Jr&lt;br /&gt;55. It Wasn’t His Child – Trisha Yearwood&lt;br /&gt;56. It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas – Johnny Mathis&lt;br /&gt;57. It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year – Andy Williams&lt;br /&gt;58. Jingle Bell Rock – Home Alone 2&lt;br /&gt;59. Joseph, Better You Than Me – the Killers ft. Elton John&lt;br /&gt;60. Last Christmas – Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;61. Let It Snow! – Dean Martin&lt;br /&gt;62. Little Drummer Boy – Jackson 5&lt;br /&gt;63. Little Drummer Boy/ Peace on Earth – David Bowie ft. Bing Crosby&lt;br /&gt;64. Little Saint Nick – The Beach Boys&lt;br /&gt;65. Mary Did You Know? – Kenny Rogers &amp; Wynona Judd&lt;br /&gt;66. Mary Had a Baby – Bruce Cockburn&lt;br /&gt;67. Maybe This Christmas – Ron Sexsmith&lt;br /&gt;68. Merry Christmas Baby – Otis Redding&lt;br /&gt;69. Merry Christmas Everybody – Slade&lt;br /&gt;70. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays - NSync&lt;br /&gt;71. Must Be Santa – Raffi&lt;br /&gt;72. My Grown Up Christmas List – Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;73. My Only Wish This Year – Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;74. O Come All Ye Faithful – Art Garfunkle&lt;br /&gt;75. Oh Holy Night – Chantel Kreviazuk &amp; Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;76. Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree – Brenda Lee&lt;br /&gt;77. Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer – Gene Autry&lt;br /&gt;78. Santa Clause is Coming To Town – Jackson 5&lt;br /&gt;79. Santa Clause is Coming to Town – Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;80. Santa Looked  A Lot Like Daddy – Garth Brooks&lt;br /&gt;81. Silent Night – Boyz II Men&lt;br /&gt;82. Silver Bells – Stevie Wonder&lt;br /&gt;83. Sleigh Ride – Amy Grant&lt;br /&gt;84. Sleigh Ride – Barenaked Ladies&lt;br /&gt;85. Someday At Christmas – Stevie Wonder&lt;br /&gt;86. Something About Christmastime – Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;87. Step Into Christmas – Elton John&lt;br /&gt;88. A Strange Way to Save the World – 4Him&lt;br /&gt;89. Thank God It’s Christmas – Queen&lt;br /&gt;90. (There’s No Place Like) Home for the Holidays – Garth Brooks&lt;br /&gt;91. This Christmas – the Temptations&lt;br /&gt;92. What Child is This – the Judds&lt;br /&gt;93. When Christmas Comes to Town – the Polar Express&lt;br /&gt;94. When My Heart Finds Christmas – Harry Connick jr.&lt;br /&gt;95. Where Are You Christmas – Faith Hill&lt;br /&gt;96. White Christmas – Kenny &amp; Dolly&lt;br /&gt;97. Winter Wonderland – Tony Bennet&lt;br /&gt;98.  Winter Sleigh Ride – Kenny &amp; Dolly&lt;br /&gt;99. With Bells On – Kenny &amp; Dolly&lt;br /&gt;100. Wodnerful Christmastime – Paul McCartney&lt;br /&gt;101. 364 days to Go – Brad Paisley&lt;br /&gt;102. 2000 Miles – the Pretenders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. What's Next? Dividing them into CD's. Homework be Damned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-3005558405183908833?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/3005558405183908833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=3005558405183908833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/3005558405183908833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/3005558405183908833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2008/12/epic-christmas-mix.html' title='Epic Christmas Mix'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-7986939702878325969</id><published>2008-10-29T13:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:44:18.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UPDATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the headache scenario is either something really not serious or something really serious. Doctors are so reassuring that way. I went to a doctor ho actually took me seriously and did a bunch of really weird tests like "close your eyes really tight and i'm going to try adn open them with my fingers" and "make luke perry forehead hold it and then let it go" etc. And then he prescribed some fancy muscle relaxer thing and some painkillers which are making class quite enjoyable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sent me for blood work and told me it might be some sort of mutant brain infection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-7986939702878325969?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/7986939702878325969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=7986939702878325969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/7986939702878325969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/7986939702878325969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2008/10/update-so-headache-scenario-is-either.html' title=''/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-2003795467520357701</id><published>2008-10-29T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:39:26.460-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zombie'/><title type='text'>bring it on rodrigez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/zombie" style="color: #fff; text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 385px; height: 209px; padding-top: 35px; background: url(http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/zombie.jpg) no-repeat; font-family: Times New Roman, sans-serif; font-size: 60px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;"&gt;69%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Created by OnePlusYou - &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com"&gt;Free Dating Site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-2003795467520357701?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/2003795467520357701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=2003795467520357701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/2003795467520357701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/2003795467520357701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2008/10/bring-it-on-rodrigez.html' title='bring it on rodrigez'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-375908895535905814</id><published>2008-10-24T15:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:46:15.424-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ache'/><title type='text'>If that's All You Will Be - You'll Be A Waste of Time</title><content type='html'>So as hard it is to pay attention and keep up with the ridiculous assignments that keep coming my way it is infinitely harder when I have a headache that simply will not go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried the drugs. Of course I'm off the whole caffeine thing so i can't take any of the good drugs. But Advil is supposed to make head aches go away. So I've been taking it religiously for three days at every four hour mark, warning on the label be damned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried drinking a stupid amount of water with the inane hopes that it was a dehydration thing. It wasn't. And I had to pee for hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried the pressure points which mostly just hurt and made it worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried everything. Except the doctor. Because I don't want to sit in a waiting room for hours only to have a doctor tell me it's stress and to take some Advil. I swear I would punch someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing i want to do less than sit in the ER waiting room hoping to be taken seriously. Nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time. I would really appreciate if my head would stop pounding because I have assignments to get done and a midterm to study for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-375908895535905814?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/375908895535905814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=375908895535905814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/375908895535905814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/375908895535905814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-thats-all-you-will-be-youll-be-waste.html' title='If that&apos;s All You Will Be - You&apos;ll Be A Waste of Time'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-8320660886557601809</id><published>2008-10-15T12:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:20:38.735-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PlanB'/><title type='text'>in-class</title><content type='html'>Professional Prose is boring and lame. I really don't want to learn any more about professional prose or internal communications or annual reports. This is what I was trying to avoid by coming to writing school. SO onto PLAN B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAN B&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to apply to graduate in April with a Diploma in Professional Writing, from what I've found it is just as good as having a degree.&lt;br /&gt;THEN I work my ass of all summer at a job that I have yet to acquire and get some money.&lt;br /&gt;THEN I move my ass to Vancouver to go to VFS which was originally plan A but got bumped in favor of a "real education" Well screw a real education, life is too short to not have fun. I mean really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only a couple problems in my plan. One I don't have a job. Two I haven't actually gotten into the school yet. Which is daunting. The program requirements are: A 1-page (maximum) synopsis of a feature film or television project that you are passionate about making. Provide the film genre and utilize references to other movies to explain how you would make the film. Explain the concept, vision or idea. In addition provide a minimum of two and maximum of four other creative writing samples in their original form (no more than 20 total pages should be submitted). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole that from the website. Which leads me to another problem...i don't have a movie or script that i'm passionate about making. I mean I have tons. None that I think would actually work. Also explaining the concept the vision the idea....might make me vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah finally a class break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-8320660886557601809?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/8320660886557601809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=8320660886557601809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/8320660886557601809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/8320660886557601809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-class.html' title='in-class'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-2624997375271948172</id><published>2008-10-10T12:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:38:16.748-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidspam'/><title type='text'>Instead of writing an Advanced Composition Essay...</title><content type='html'>So while I was looking for Kevin Smith clips from the show I found a few more awesome clips that have nothing to with Kevin Smith on YouTube. Also I found a site called YouPorn which I had no idea existed, but I won't post any of those videos...they were mostly creepy anyway. I mean if you can't get into real porn maybe you should just not do porn. That sounded way wittier in my head. Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY so non-Kevin Smith YouTube video number one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after the People's Choice Awards where Ellen DeGeneres won best talk show host Stephen Colbert opened his show with this, and then Ellen found it and put a clip on her show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YUmKnSdCcKk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YUmKnSdCcKk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I laughed for days and days and days. Especially when Ellen showed the clip on her show...made it that much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-Kevin Smith video number two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY WAIT so Kevin Smith actually showed up on VMars. I mean he's not in the clip but still....not the point. The point is that someone on YouTube took two of my fave things and added them together to make one AWESOME thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oT1Sfo4q8Sk&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oT1Sfo4q8Sk&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-Kevin Smith Videos 3 &amp; 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say that Tegan and Sara have the best onstage banter of anyone ever. So i found a couple videos to prove it. These are from an outdoor concert in Yellowknife that they did a few years back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P7ZX1QNElyo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P7ZX1QNElyo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second Tegan and Sara vid repeats a bit of the last video but wade through it, Sara screws up in the song and it makes me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RukdmV67d78&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RukdmV67d78&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I head home for Thanksgiving to eat my weight in turkey and fixins. Hopefully I'll cram everyone in somehow, even though I'm only going to be home for a few days and going to see Deryk is kind of a priority. But yes so I will be home sometime around 7 probably...maybe 8. I'm super stoked to see my dog. I'll take pictures and post them. But just of my dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-2624997375271948172?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/2624997375271948172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=2624997375271948172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/2624997375271948172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/2624997375271948172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2008/10/instead-of-writing-advanced-composition.html' title='Instead of writing an Advanced Composition Essay...'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-715658047331167016</id><published>2008-10-09T21:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:28:58.890-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evening With part deux'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm not a huge fan of putting stuff on YouTube, especially stuff that you don't have the rights to, so I'm not putting my videos of Kevin Smith on the internet. The video I took is for me so I can giggle when I'm depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily someone else did it for me. Of course the video quality is shit but whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first clip is of the "lecture" he gave when he walked in and was talking about Air Canada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YJJPS1RVUMc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YJJPS1RVUMc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second clip is a response to the question "What does 'spiritual' mean to you?" Apparently according to Kevin Smith it means praying right before the plane takes off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYagrDeeg8M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYagrDeeg8M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it's not much it's a little window into what that night was like all night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-715658047331167016?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/715658047331167016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=715658047331167016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/715658047331167016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/715658047331167016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-im-not-huge-fan-of-putting-stuff-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-7374911796678048196</id><published>2008-10-08T23:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:44:02.971-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evening With'/><title type='text'>Like A Retarded Kid LookIng At A Ferris Wheel</title><content type='html'>An Evening With Kevin Smith just ended and while I wish it could have gone on indefinitely I don't think my lungs could take anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never laughed that hard. Ever. In my entire life. I laughed so hard I got light headed from lack of oxygen. At least I didn't pass out like the one guy who asked him a question. Seriously a dude passed out. Luckily three people caught him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guys are like the Justice League!" Kevin exclaimed multiple times before deciding "Fuck the Justice League you guys are like Alpha Flight!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlights are too many to count. And while i'm trying desperately to cling to all of the memories I'm sure I've forgotten a few. And I'm equally sure that they will come to me at the most inappropriate times causing me to burst into a fit of giggles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide on a top story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the story about how his miniature wiener dog got fucked by his golden retriever. "He didn't even really fuck her he wore her like a little doggie condom." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe how when Harley admitted her knowledge of Zack and Miri's entire title (Zack and Miri Make A Porno) and they asked her if she knew what a porno was she replied "It's how you make a livin'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe about the benefits of convenience stores that deliver right to your bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe about how when you're watching a movie on a 103 inch flat screen it's like you're &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; the movie. Especially Live Free Die Hard. ""cause i'm sitting there for the first bit chattin with Maclean and then all of a sudden a guy who looks just like me shows up. And i stand up and we're the same height..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe how he quizzed a gay couple about who was the top and who was the bottom and how much it would cost to get an onstage head-show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe how he coerced some kid into proposing to his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the one about how he smoked way too much weed and ate too much and got so big that he cracked the porcelain of a toilet seat. Not pulled it off of the water damaged wall, but actually cracked the porcelain. "Do you know how hard it is to crack porcelain without a hammer?" This was the concluding line to a story that described in-depth description of his wiping technique. HOw he used to pull front, like a chick, but his gut gets in the way now and he can't reach so he has to pull from behind. But it's an art in Kevin's case because he pulls one cheek to one side of the toilet and one to the other so the "shit can drop straight and not hit my ample ass cheeks". Then comes the first wipe where you get the big junk. Then comes a dig. yes a dig. "you wipe the toilet paper around your finger and dig. yeah that's kinda gay but if a chick wants to eat my ass I can be like, you'll have no problems down there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm missing so much awesome. But my stomach hurts from laughing. I do have a few pictures and a super-sneaky video about Air Canada's revenge AND a t-shirt. But I don't know how to post videos and I'm too lazy to upload them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for anyone who wasn't there. Especially if they are fans of Kevin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man has no share-line. And I love every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I knew I was going to forget a funny part: The first question of the evening was whether or not Jason Lee being a Scientologist had affected their relationship. So Kevin told us how he found out. They were sitting around before a reading for Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back and they were shooting the shit, and Scientology came up. So everyone was talking about how they eat babies, and how at the final class you find out that you're and alien. And through all of this Jason Lee was just looking uncomfortable so Kevin called him on it and Jason Lee was like "I know a bit about Scientology and I just want you to know that all of that is wrong." and Kevin was like what do you mean? and Jason Lee was like "I just know a lot about it." and Kevin was being all nice and shit being like "Dude are you a Scientologist? Because if you are that's cool just let us know." And Jason Lee said "Yeah I am." And Kevin responded "Oh you fucking idiot!" and they don't talk about it anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-7374911796678048196?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/7374911796678048196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=7374911796678048196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/7374911796678048196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/7374911796678048196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-retarded-kid-looking-at-ferris.html' title='Like A Retarded Kid LookIng At A Ferris Wheel'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-4749001047263091583</id><published>2008-09-29T12:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:58:56.158-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DVDlist0808'/><title type='text'>My DVD's up to date....</title><content type='html'>So i made this list...and it makes most people think that I'm crazy but I love movies they are what I do. SO here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:10 to Yuma &lt;br /&gt;The 40-Year-Old Virgin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the Universe&lt;br /&gt;The Addams Family &lt;br /&gt;Adventures in Babysitting &lt;br /&gt;The Adventures of Indiana Jones - The Complete DVD Movie Collection &lt;br /&gt;The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert  &lt;br /&gt;Almost Famous - The Director's Cut &lt;br /&gt;American Psycho &lt;br /&gt;Angel - Season One &lt;br /&gt;Angel - Season Three &lt;br /&gt;Angel - Season Two&lt;br /&gt;Angel – Season Four&lt;br /&gt;Angel – Season Five &lt;br /&gt;The Aristocrats&lt;br /&gt;Arrested Development - Season One&lt;br /&gt;Arrested Development - Season Three&lt;br /&gt;Arrested Development - Season Two &lt;br /&gt;The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford &lt;br /&gt;Atlantis - The Lost Empire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad News Bears &lt;br /&gt;Batman Begins &lt;br /&gt;Battlestar Galactica  - Season One &lt;br /&gt;Battlestar Galactica - Razor &lt;br /&gt;Battlestar Galactica - Season 2.0  &lt;br /&gt;Battlestar Galactica - Season Three  &lt;br /&gt;Battlestar Galactica: Season 2.5  &lt;br /&gt;Benny And Joon &lt;br /&gt;Beyond Borders &lt;br /&gt;Big Fish &lt;br /&gt;Biker Boyz &lt;br /&gt;Bill &amp; Ted's Bogus Journey&lt;br /&gt;Bill &amp; Ted's Excellent Adventure&lt;br /&gt;Billy Madison&lt;br /&gt;Bio-Dome &lt;br /&gt;The Birdcage&lt;br /&gt;Blade &lt;br /&gt;Blade II &lt;br /&gt;Blade Runner: The Final Cut &lt;br /&gt;Blade: Trinity&lt;br /&gt;Blow &lt;br /&gt;Blue Hawaii &lt;br /&gt;The Bone Collector by &lt;br /&gt;Bonnie and Clyde by Arthur Penn&lt;br /&gt;The Boondock Saints - Unrated by Troy Duffy&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's by Blake Edwards&lt;br /&gt;The Breakfast Club by John Hughes&lt;br /&gt;BtVS - Season 1 by Joss Whedon&lt;br /&gt;BtVS - Season 2 by Joss Whedon&lt;br /&gt;BtVS - Season 3 by Joss Whedon&lt;br /&gt;BtVS - Season 4 by Joss Whedon&lt;br /&gt;BtVS - Season 5 by Joss Whedon&lt;br /&gt;BtVS - Season 6 by Joss Whedon&lt;br /&gt;BtVS - Season 7 by Joss Whedon&lt;br /&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Fran Rubel Kuzui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casablanca by Scott Benson (II), Douglas McCarthy, Michael Curtiz&lt;br /&gt;Catch and Release by Susannah Grant&lt;br /&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Tim Burton&lt;br /&gt;Chasing Amy by Kevin Smith&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Little by Mark Dindal&lt;br /&gt;Chocolat by Lasse Hallström&lt;br /&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia - The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by &lt;br /&gt;Clerks - The Animated Series Uncensored by Steve Loter, &lt;br /&gt;Clerks II by Kevin Smith&lt;br /&gt;Clerks X by Kevin Smith&lt;br /&gt;Clueless by Amy Heckerling&lt;br /&gt;The Commitments by &lt;br /&gt;Corpse Bride by Mike Johnson, Tim Burton&lt;br /&gt;The Covenant by Renny Harlin&lt;br /&gt;Crash by Paul Haggis&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Minds - The First Season by Charles Haid, Richard Shepard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daredevil by Mark Steven Johnson&lt;br /&gt;Dark Angel - The Complete First Season by &lt;br /&gt;Dark Angel: The Complete Second Season by Kenneth Biller, &lt;br /&gt;The Dark Crystal by Henson, Jim, Oz, Frank&lt;br /&gt;Dawson's Creek - The Complete First Season by James &lt;br /&gt;Dawson's Creek - The Complete Fourth Season by James &lt;br /&gt;Dawson's Creek - The Complete Second Season by James &lt;br /&gt;The Day After Tomorrow by Roland Emmerich&lt;br /&gt;Dazed &amp; Confused by Richard Linklater&lt;br /&gt;Dead Like Me - The Complete First Season by James Marshall &lt;br /&gt;Dead Like Me - The Complete Second Season by James &lt;br /&gt;The Departed by Martin Scorsese&lt;br /&gt;Desperado by Robert Rodriguez&lt;br /&gt;The Devil Wears Prada by David Frankel&lt;br /&gt;Dexter - The First Season by Michael Cuesta, Tony Goldwyn&lt;br /&gt;Dick Tracy by Warren Beatty&lt;br /&gt;Die Hard Collection by John McTiernan, Renny Harlin&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Dancing by Emile Ardolino&lt;br /&gt;Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Callie Khouri&lt;br /&gt;Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story by Rawson Marshall Thurber&lt;br /&gt;Dog Day Afternoon by Sidney Lumet&lt;br /&gt;Dogma: Special Edition by Kevin Smith&lt;br /&gt;The Doors by &lt;br /&gt;Dr. Strangelove or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb by Stanley Kubrick&lt;br /&gt;The Dukes of Hazzard by Jay Chandrasekhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Scissorhands by Tim Burton&lt;br /&gt;El Mariachi by Robert Rodriguez&lt;br /&gt;Elizabethtown by Cameron Crowe&lt;br /&gt;The Emperor's Club by Michael Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;Enter the Dragon by Robert Clouse&lt;br /&gt;The Epic Legends Collection by Mel Gibson, Ridley Scott&lt;br /&gt;An Evening with Kevin Smith by J.M. Kenny&lt;br /&gt;An Evening With Kevin Smith 2 - Even ing Harder by Kevin &lt;br /&gt;Ever After - A Cinderella Story by Andy Tennant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic Four by Tim Story&lt;br /&gt;Fight Club by David Fincher&lt;br /&gt;Finding Neverland by Marc Forster&lt;br /&gt;Firefly - The Complete Series by Joss Whedon, Tim Minear, Vern Gillum&lt;br /&gt;Follow That Dream by Gordon Douglas&lt;br /&gt;Four Brothers by John Singleton&lt;br /&gt;Freaks and Geeks - The Complete Series by &lt;br /&gt;Freaky Friday by Mark Waters (VIII)&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night Lights by Peter Berg&lt;br /&gt;From Hell by Albert Hughes, Allen Hughes&lt;br /&gt;Futurama, Vol. 1 by &lt;br /&gt;Futurama, Vol. 4 by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost by Jerry Zucker&lt;br /&gt;Ghost Whisperer - The Complete First Season by &lt;br /&gt;Ghostbusters I &amp; II Giftset by &lt;br /&gt;Gia by Michael Cristofer&lt;br /&gt;The Girl Next Door by Luke Greenfield&lt;br /&gt;Girl, Interrupted by James Mangold&lt;br /&gt;The Golden Compass by Chris weitz&lt;br /&gt;Gone Baby Gone by Ben Affleck&lt;br /&gt;Gone in 60 Seconds by Dominic Sena&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning, Vietnam by Barry Levinson&lt;br /&gt;Good Will Hunting by Gus Van Sant&lt;br /&gt;Grease by Randa Kleiser&lt;br /&gt;Grease 2 by Patricia Birch&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy - The Complete Second Season by David &lt;br /&gt;Grind by Casey La Scala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hackers by Iain Softley&lt;br /&gt;Hairspray by Adam Shankman&lt;br /&gt;Hellboy by Guillermo del Toro&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Season One by &lt;br /&gt;High School Musical by Kenny Ortega&lt;br /&gt;The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Garth Jennings&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Rwanda by Terry George&lt;br /&gt;House of D by David Duchovny&lt;br /&gt;House, M.D. - Season One by &lt;br /&gt;House, M.D. - Season Three by &lt;br /&gt;House, M.D. - Season Two by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Witness by Rowdy Herrington&lt;br /&gt;I, Robot by Alex Proyas&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not There by Todd Haynes&lt;br /&gt;The Ice Harvest by Harold Ramis&lt;br /&gt;The Incredible Adventures of Wallace and Gromit by Nick &lt;br /&gt;The Incredibles by Brad Bird&lt;br /&gt;Into the Blue by John Stockwell&lt;br /&gt;The Iron Giant by Brad Bird&lt;br /&gt;The Island by Michael Bay&lt;br /&gt;It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia - Seasons 1 &amp; 2 by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie Brown by &lt;br /&gt;Jarhead by Sam Mendes&lt;br /&gt;Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back by Kevin Smith&lt;br /&gt;Jersey Girl by Kevin Smith&lt;br /&gt;Josie and The Pussycats by Kaplan, Deborah&lt;br /&gt;Juno by Jason Reitman&lt;br /&gt;Just Friends by Roger Kumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill Bill - Volume One by Quentin Tarantino&lt;br /&gt;Kill Bill, Volume 2 by Quentin Tarantino&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Kiss Bang Bang by Shane Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The L Word - The Complete First Season by Tricia Brock, Tony &lt;br /&gt;Labyrinth by Jim Henson&lt;br /&gt;Lara Croft - Tomb Raider by Simon West&lt;br /&gt;Lara Croft Tomb Raider - The Cradle of Life by Jan de Bont&lt;br /&gt;A League of Their Own by Penny Marshall&lt;br /&gt;Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events by Brad &lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Sunshine by Valerie Faris, Jonathan Dayton&lt;br /&gt;Live Free or Die Hard by Len Wiseman&lt;br /&gt;Lord of War by Andrew Niccol&lt;br /&gt;Lords of Dogtown by Catherine Hardwicke&lt;br /&gt;The Lost Boys by Joel Schumacher&lt;br /&gt;A Lot Like Love by Nigel Cole&lt;br /&gt;A Love Song for Bobby Long by Shainee Gabel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome by George Miller (II), George Ogilvie&lt;br /&gt;Mallrats by Kevin Smith&lt;br /&gt;Mean Girls by Mark Waters (VIII)&lt;br /&gt;The Mighty Ducks by Stephen Herek&lt;br /&gt;Monty Python and the Holy Grail by Jones, Terry&lt;br /&gt;Moulin Rouge! by Baz Luhrmann&lt;br /&gt;Mr. &amp; Mrs. Smith by Doug Liman&lt;br /&gt;The Mummy Collector's Set by Stephen Sommers&lt;br /&gt;Mystic Pizza by Donald Petrie&lt;br /&gt;Mystic River by Clint Eastwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanny McPhee by Kirk Jones&lt;br /&gt;National Treasure by Jon Turteltaub&lt;br /&gt;Natural Born Killers - Oliver Stone Collection by Oliver Stone&lt;br /&gt;NCIS - The Complete First Season by &lt;br /&gt;The New Guy by Ed Decter&lt;br /&gt;New York Minute by Dennie Gordon&lt;br /&gt;The Nightmare Before Christmas by Henry Selick, Tim Burton&lt;br /&gt;The Notebook by Nick Cassavetes&lt;br /&gt;Now and Then by Lesli Linka Glatter&lt;br /&gt;Nuremberg: The Nazis Facing Their Crimes by Christian &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean's 11 by Lewis Milestone&lt;br /&gt;The Office - Season One by &lt;br /&gt;The Office - Season Two by &lt;br /&gt;The Office - Season Three by &lt;br /&gt;Oliver &amp; Company by George Scribner, Clyde Geronimi, Charles A. &lt;br /&gt;Once Upon a Time in Mexico by &lt;br /&gt;Original Sin by Michael Cristofer&lt;br /&gt;The Outsiders by Francis Ford Coppola&lt;br /&gt;Over the Hedge by Karey Kirkpatrick, Tim Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pan's Labyrinth by Guillermo del Toro&lt;br /&gt;The Phantom of the Opera by Joel Schumacher&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean - Dead Man's Chest by Gore Verbinski&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean - The Curse of the Black Pearl by &lt;br /&gt;Playing By Heart by Willard Carroll&lt;br /&gt;Practical Magic by Griffin Dunne&lt;br /&gt;The Prestige by Christopher Nolan&lt;br /&gt;Pretty in Pink by Howard Deutch&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Woman by Gary Marshall&lt;br /&gt;The Princess Bride by Rob Reiner&lt;br /&gt;The Producers by Susan Stroman&lt;br /&gt;Pushing Tin by Mike Newell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reefer Madness by Louis J. Gasnier&lt;br /&gt;Rent by Chris Columbus&lt;br /&gt;Reservoir Dogs by Quentin Tarantino&lt;br /&gt;Riding in Cars With Boys by Penny Marshall&lt;br /&gt;The Ringer by Barry W. Blaustein&lt;br /&gt;Road House by Rowdy Herrington&lt;br /&gt;The Road Warrior by George Miller (II)&lt;br /&gt;Robin Williams - Live on Broadway by Marty Callner&lt;br /&gt;Rock 'n Roll High School - Special Edition by Allan Arkush&lt;br /&gt;Rock Star by Stephen Herek&lt;br /&gt;The Rocky Horror Picture Show by Jim Sharman&lt;br /&gt;Roswell - The Complete First Season by Patrick R. Norris&lt;br /&gt;Roswell - The Complete Second Season by Patrick R. Norris&lt;br /&gt;Roswell - The Complete Third Season by Patrick R. Norris&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer by Larry Roemer, Kizo Nagashima&lt;br /&gt;Rumor Has It... by Rob Reiner&lt;br /&gt;The Rundown by Peter Berg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahara by Breck Eisner&lt;br /&gt;Saved! by Brian Dannelly&lt;br /&gt;Say Anything by Cameron Crowe&lt;br /&gt;School of Rock by Richard Linklater&lt;br /&gt;Scoop by Woody Allen&lt;br /&gt;Serenity by Joss Whedon&lt;br /&gt;Shall We Dance by Peter Chelsom&lt;br /&gt;Shrek by Andrew Adamson, Vicky Jenson&lt;br /&gt;Siblings by David Weaver&lt;br /&gt;Sin City by Frank Miller, Robert Rodriguez&lt;br /&gt;Sisterhood Of The Travelling Pants by Ken Kwapis&lt;br /&gt;Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow by Kerry Conran&lt;br /&gt;Sky High by Mike Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy Hollow by Tim Burton&lt;br /&gt;Slither by James Gunn&lt;br /&gt;Smokin' Aces by Joe Carnahan&lt;br /&gt;Spice World by Bob Spiers&lt;br /&gt;St. Elmo's Fire by Joel Schumacher&lt;br /&gt;Stateside by Reverge Anselmo&lt;br /&gt;Stealth by Rob Cohen&lt;br /&gt;Strictly Ballroom by Baz Luhrmann&lt;br /&gt;Sweeney Todd - The Demon Barber of Fleet Street by Tim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the Lead by Liz Friedlander&lt;br /&gt;Taking Lives - Director's Cut by D.J. Caruso&lt;br /&gt;Team America - World Police by Trey Parker&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles by Steve Barron&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for Smoking by Jason Reitman&lt;br /&gt;Thelma &amp; Louise by Ridley Scott&lt;br /&gt;Titan A.E. by Don Bluth&lt;br /&gt;Tommy by Ken Russell&lt;br /&gt;Transformers by Michael Bay&lt;br /&gt;Tristan and Isolde by Kevin Reynolds&lt;br /&gt;Troy by Wolfgang Petersen&lt;br /&gt;Tru Calling - The Complete Second Season by &lt;br /&gt;Two for the Money by D.J. Caruso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbreakable by M. Night Shyamalan&lt;br /&gt;Undiscovered by Meiert Avis&lt;br /&gt;The United States of Leland by Matthew Ryan Hoge&lt;br /&gt;The Usual Suspects by Bryan Singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V for Vendetta by James McTeigue&lt;br /&gt;Varsity Blues by Brian Robbins&lt;br /&gt;Veronica Mars - The Complete First Season by Rob Thomas&lt;br /&gt;Veronica Mars - The Complete Second Season by Rob Thomas&lt;br /&gt;Veronica Mars - The Complete Third Season by Rob Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk the Line by James Mangold&lt;br /&gt;Wallace &amp; Gromit - The Curse of the Were-Rabbit by Steve &lt;br /&gt;We Own the Night by &lt;br /&gt;The Weather Man by Gore Verbinski&lt;br /&gt;The Wedding Date by Claire Kilner&lt;br /&gt;Weeds - Season One &lt;br /&gt;Weeds - Season Three&lt;br /&gt;Weeds - Season Two&lt;br /&gt;Weird Science &lt;br /&gt;West Side Story &lt;br /&gt;What's Eating Gilbert Grape &lt;br /&gt;Who's Better, Who's Best: The Videos &lt;br /&gt;Willy Wonka &amp; the Chocolate Factory &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Men&lt;br /&gt;X-Men - The Last Stand&lt;br /&gt;X2 - X-Men United&lt;br /&gt;Young Guns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-4749001047263091583?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/4749001047263091583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=4749001047263091583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/4749001047263091583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/4749001047263091583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-dvds-up-to-date.html' title='My DVD&apos;s up to date....'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-5771698582117761208</id><published>2008-09-21T00:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:05:41.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to. I try to remind myself that I chose this. And that I chose it for a reason. That I should be happy here. I'm not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate it here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just want to be somewhere that I know people. I want to not have to spend weekends alone in a room that's too small and too cold. I want to know that if I call people they'll hang out. Or show up when they say they will. Or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate being alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I ever am in this city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-5771698582117761208?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/5771698582117761208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=5771698582117761208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/5771698582117761208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/5771698582117761208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-it-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-6521287397749359628</id><published>2008-06-26T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:01:19.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what kind of person isn't there when her only sister has her first child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that thought absolutely wrecked me all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-6521287397749359628?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/6521287397749359628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=6521287397749359628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/6521287397749359628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/6521287397749359628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-kind-of-person-isnt-there-when-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-5045030173799027864</id><published>2008-01-29T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T19:59:08.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.panic.</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I can do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I want to do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this is who I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't make myself care about anythign here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just...don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm missing something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That there's this giant "big picture" that everyone can see but me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm on this big picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have a picture at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate living alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-5045030173799027864?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/5045030173799027864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=5045030173799027864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/5045030173799027864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/5045030173799027864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2008/01/panic.html' title='.panic.'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-9066070894905791725</id><published>2007-09-16T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T23:13:38.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved.</title><content type='html'>April 25th was a very long time ago. I'm aware of that. At the same time I had to sit down and think for a few moments about how momentously my world has changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big and insanely obvious one is that I moved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a lot of people thats a very trivial thing to say. People move all the time. It isn't really a big deal for someone to move. But it really is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved away from the onyl place I've ever lived. I didn't just move down the street. I moved provinces. I moved five hours away from the only place I've ever called home. Not just the house, but the city. I moved away from everyone I love and everyone who loves me. It was a very big thing. It still is, and I'm not really sure if it has sunk in yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I walk around the apartment like I'm in a hotel, or I'm just chillin' here for a while. Every once in a while however, it hits me. This is where I live. This is my apartment. This is my place. In effect, this is my home. It's a very big adn terrifying and beautiful thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home. There are some days I miss home so much it physically hurts. Some days I don't notice that I'm not at home. Some days i feel like I've always lived here and this is how it's always been. Those are the scariest thoughts of all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family.  I see my parents more often than anyone else I know who lives away from home. I don't know if that makes it easier or harder. I should have taken time off this summer and spent time with my family. That was a mistake that I'm not going to be able to repair. I don't think I'm ready to be on my own, but I don't think anyone really is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends. I don't know very many people here. Those I do know, I don't know well and I haven't seen in a very long time. I'm sure we aren't the same people we were. I miss being able to call any number of people when I was bored. I miss doing nothing with people who don't know that they mean as much as they do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new city is big. I never thought of home as small until I looked out my balcony one night and couldn't see where this city ended. It was almost smothering. I have to remind myself that it isn't as bad as it seems so I don't find myself becoming very claustrophobic. Something I didn't know I was until I moved here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started in a new school. I started a new degree. I did this alone. I can't remember a time when I didn't know anybody at a place I was going. I always knew someone, I always had a safety net. I don't have one here. I've made friends. Which is actually quite a feat for me. I usually let the few friends I have make friends and then sort of latch onto them. I'm quite proud of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've officially started my life. It would be a lie to say I wasn't petrified. Because I am. I'm overwhelmed, scared, proud, uncomfortable, calm, frantic, sad, angry, and alone. But overall I'm okay.  At least I will be soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUOTE: If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there - Lewis Carroll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-9066070894905791725?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/9066070894905791725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=9066070894905791725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/9066070894905791725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/9066070894905791725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2007/09/moved.html' title='Moved.'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-265331593911423628</id><published>2007-04-25T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T17:21:36.694-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visdna'/><title type='text'>My Visual DNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#590319" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#590319&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_10DA59D2.jpeg&amp;c1=I have a thing for ink.&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_45782961.jpeg&amp;c2=I love concerts but hate live recordings.&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-310363F1.jpeg&amp;c3=Im a TV/Movie addict, but Im okay with that&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3024A0D7.jpeg&amp;c4=I write. All the time. &amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&amp;c5=ew back hair&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-71DC4AA8.jpeg&amp;c6=Puppies can fix anything&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_71114A35.jpeg&amp;c7=Sleep is the best thing ever. No exceptions.&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_75EB3440.jpeg&amp;c8=my room is brighter.&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_761F2B14.jpeg&amp;c9=cliffjumping is the shit and i recommend it to everyone&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-79837A73.jpeg&amp;c10=One great rock show can change the world - School of Rock&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1F8FF9B4.jpeg&amp;c11=I miss the boat.&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-31AF758B.jpeg&amp;c12=Actually, its Pepsi, because Pepsi is better. &amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_4F9C0EDC.jpeg&amp;c13=Yay landscapes?&amp;moodlabel=EASY RIDER &amp;lovelabel=HOME SOUL&amp;funlabel=THRILLER&amp;habitslabel=JUNKIE MONKEY&amp;uid=248638-c863&amp;srv=iwebcl4" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=248638-c863&amp;srv=iwebcl4" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-265331593911423628?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/265331593911423628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=265331593911423628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/265331593911423628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/265331593911423628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-visual-dna_25.html' title='My Visual DNA'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-7547928717539703938</id><published>2007-04-16T16:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:47:02.671-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Tommy's mum found out, but he put the blame on me and Ray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;some things i've been pondering.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;am i really grown up enough to live on my own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;why are some covers of songs better than the original? for example The Ataris' cover of Boys of Summer vs. the original, and the Dixie Chicks' Landslide vs. the Stevie Nicks original. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Why is the Punisher in a very Captain America-esque outfit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Why is everything  Joss Whedon touches so damn good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and finally, would i really bother coming back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;BOWIE!QUOTE: I had to resign myself, many years ago, that I'm not too articulate when it comes to explaining how I feel about things. But my music does it for me, it really does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-7547928717539703938?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/7547928717539703938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=7547928717539703938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/7547928717539703938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/7547928717539703938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2007/04/tommys-mum-found-out-but-he-put-blame.html' title='Tommy&apos;s mum found out, but he put the blame on me and Ray'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-4339490672138150881</id><published>2007-03-10T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T00:41:36.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edmonton'/><title type='text'>Tommy lit a fire one day, nearly burned the field away</title><content type='html'>So....Edmonton....that's the plan at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's finally time to get off my ass and 'make something of myself'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a scary thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to finish filling out my application, get my transcripts, and write a portfolio. The first two should be painless. As for the portfolio....I kind of want to throw up just thinking about writing it. I don't write nonfiction. I'm no good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sort of like starting all over again.  Which I'm not too crazy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the Outsiders today....it didn't make me feel any better. Also, I didn't get tickets to 300, so now I have to go tomorrow. That probably made me feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In four more years I'll have a Bachelor of Applied Communications in Professional Writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what that means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-4339490672138150881?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/4339490672138150881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=4339490672138150881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/4339490672138150881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/4339490672138150881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2007/03/tommy-lit-fire-one-day-nearly-burned.html' title='Tommy lit a fire one day, nearly burned the field away'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-3140304780235388650</id><published>2007-02-13T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T23:27:12.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whedon'/><title type='text'>Tony climbed a tree and fell, trying hard to touch the sky</title><content type='html'>Okay so....I know I never post in here. And that sucks. For me. Because that means I'm breaking a promise I made to myself - and those are the most important kind. I just haven't had anything to write about.....until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out the most depressing news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joss Whedon dropped out of the Wonderwoman movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually breaks my heart a little bit because i know that he would have stayed true to the comics...and now whoever takes it over won't. And because I miss Joss Whedon like no one's business. I mean Season 8 is coming eventually...but even that's not enough. I really wanted him to do this movie, it has SO much potential. ugh. I'm broken.&lt;br /&gt;You can read all about it &lt;a href="http://whedonesque.com/comments/12385"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to cry now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-3140304780235388650?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/3140304780235388650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=3140304780235388650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/3140304780235388650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/3140304780235388650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay-so.html' title='Tony climbed a tree and fell, trying hard to touch the sky'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-6821948919482285067</id><published>2007-01-22T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:25:53.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>But we will be, very shortly</title><content type='html'>I really should be reading for Art History. I mean, it's not like I have anything profound to write about. Or anything to write about at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started watching House. I realize I'm late in jumping on that bandwagon, but at least I came around. Now, it can be argued that the show is unrealistic. But it is on television. At least they didn't put it in space. Or a shire.&lt;br /&gt;All of the medical problems that arrive at the doorstep of Dr. House, are real and treatable. I checked. So what makes this show so much better than ER, or Grey's Anatomy? Okay, bad idea. You can't compare three shows like that. They aren't about the same thing. They may all be set in a hospital, but they aren't about the same things. Grey's Anatomy has chosen to focus on the lives of the interns, the relationships that they go through, the surgeries they want, the trials and tribulations that it takes them through to get to where they want to be. And it's entertaining, and funny, and a lot of times ridiculous. But the characters are strong, they don't flip flop between being two different personas, like a lot of television characters do. And they're realistic. I know a few guys like Alex, and more than one girl like Meredith.&lt;br /&gt;Er should just admit that it's run is over. It won't, but it should. ER has always focused on the insanity that is an emergency room. Thus the namesake. The characters are interchangeable through the seasons, it doesn't matter that George Clooney left because now there's a John Stamos, who might as well have kept the characters name. ER is a revolving door, despite the fact that only one person has come out of it with a recognizable career, people still jump at the chance to play doctor whatever on season 97.&lt;br /&gt;House is a different story. It focuses around one person, the asshole who is too smart for his own good and knows it. There are a bunch of other characters, who I'm sure everyone can relate to...that is of course the purpose of a supporting character. But House is honest and blunt...a little crazy....and mean. He's definitly a character. The main complaint I've heard about this show is that they don't just let doctors work like that. You can't have a trial and error on a patient. My response to that is to laugh wholeheartedly at your naivety. Of course House is always going to come up right because it's a TV show, and no one would watch it if he kept killing people. Well....I would. But I doubt many other people would. I watch House because I wish people were that blunt. It would make life easier..and more comical. I watch it because it's funny, and because it's available to rent.&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to watch Grey's Anatomy....I'm not too sure about ER, not that I ever watched it religiously, but it's run it's course...twice. But now I think I'll add House to my fandom list.&lt;br /&gt;There's always room for one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in case Dr. Wilson looks familiar and you can't figure out what from...he was Neil in Dead Poet's Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BOWIE!QUOTE: I believe that I often bring out the best in somebody's talents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-6821948919482285067?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/6821948919482285067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=6821948919482285067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/6821948919482285067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/6821948919482285067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2007/01/but-we-will-be-very-shortly.html' title='But we will be, very shortly'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-7610359739601200504</id><published>2007-01-19T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T00:38:22.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad night'/><title type='text'>Intermission</title><content type='html'>I'm fucking terrified right now.  No jokes. I'm holed up in my room, every light in the house on, cowering in a corner with a steak knife terrified. This is what happens when you turn 21. I'm never watching television alone in dark house again. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;My house makes weird noises.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I don't know how to work the thermostat so I'm freezing. Apparently telling my parents I would be fine while they went away for a leisurely weekend at the coast was a big fucking lie.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I should not sleep with this steak knife, but i'm having trouble putting it down.&lt;br /&gt;My stomach hurts. It might be the bag of marshmallows I had for dinner. Or the brownies I had for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Steph was supposed to message me back so I didn't go crazy. She didn't.&lt;br /&gt;I got a shiny new belt buckle today. Even that thought didn't make me any less terrified. But I just heard a very weird noise and I didn't like it one bit.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone has ever been murdered mid-blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's never think that thought again.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my dogs okay. I'm assuming she is. I'd go down and check on her but I'm a bit too busy freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;This is not a fun way to spend a Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't get some sleep school is going to be heinous tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And I really have to go to class because I haven't been going, and it's important to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking terrified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-7610359739601200504?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/7610359739601200504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=7610359739601200504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/7610359739601200504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/7610359739601200504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2007/01/intermission.html' title='Intermission'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-5387312851824397738</id><published>2007-01-10T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T12:27:03.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>It's only 5 o'clock, and we're not tired yet</title><content type='html'>Okay......in case anyone has been wondering what's been up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer hates me. No jokes. Right now I'm writing from the university. But yeah, Windows crashed (again). So i had to reformat my computer. Luckily Brett was there to help. But for those of you who don't know......reformatting your computer means everything you ahev on your C drive gets deleted. And although I have a brand spankin' new external harddrive I wasn't even a third of the way done backing up my shit. So that meant that two thirds of everything on my C drive was going to be lost....by this point i was crying on the inside.....then we tried to take my computer apart. Literally. We took my computer apart into several little pieces.....Dell sucks by the way because you can't jsut life off the bottom. So that failed. Then we were going to try an install Windows on a different partition. I didn't know you could ahve partitions on your hard drive...then only excuse i haev for that is that i'm a girl. Cliched or not, that's my excuse. That didn't work either. And Windows wouldn't install on my external hard drive because Windows is a bastard. By this time it's been almost two hours of Brett wracking his brain trying to figure out what the hell to do.&lt;br /&gt;We went on the internet....it's a handy tool.&lt;br /&gt;We found out how to get the hard drive out of the computer, it's seriously more complicated than it sounds i promise. So he took my harddrive and did some computer voodoo, and managed to put my hard drive in his computer so that he could download everything onto my external hard drive, his name is Otto.&lt;br /&gt;So then once everything was on my external hard drive we deleted the little laptop harddrive (Billybob). Then reinstalled windows. WE watched Space Jam too. But now i don't have any of the drivers for my laptop. So we spent another half hour trying to figure out what the hell came  with my computer. Then dwonloading the right drivers, because while i'm sure my computer came with a disk....i have no idea where the hell it would be. I'm that organized. so now i have to try and remember what the hell Dave, my moms tech guy from work, did to our computers to allow us onto the internet.&lt;br /&gt;The point of this entire rant is back up your shit. And soemtimes it's a good thing that professors hadn out readings and handouts. Because when your computer crashes and you can't get onto the internet.....life sucks. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;Plus side....now my computer is set up so that if it ever crashes again everythign will be safe. I made a new harddrive partition. Don't ask me how. But i did.&lt;br /&gt;And I finally got the rest of Beth's Christmas present so i don't feel like such a dick.&lt;br /&gt;OH and I turn 21 on Friday. Which I'm not too psyched about, but I will be at Whiskey Jacks all night so everyone should come and sing me kareoke......preferably something from the 80's, and i like when it's offkey. Seriously, it amkes it better.&lt;br /&gt;All fo this has made em decide that I'm not going to class. I have to brave the shitty ass weather and go home and fix my computer because I have to download everythign again. Like antivirus shit....and limewire....and other things to help me steal.&lt;br /&gt;Random thought...what is in the Anarchist's Cookbook? I mean....other than bomb shit. I'm curious.&lt;br /&gt;As for school......my English class is getting better, I like learning about trashy dime novels. Um...My social control class, whcih is starting right now, is.....decent. I wanted to learn about crazy people. That's cool though, the prof is pretty cool. He sounds like donald sutherland. My Roman Civilization class, which i was told would be easy.....isn't. IT's a lot of reading, and all of it's online, needless to say I haven't got a alot done. My Art History class is good, the teacher is a crazy bitch, think Samantha from Sex and ther City if she had Charlotte's job. And she's all over the place, so my notes are insane, but it'll be cool.&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm done, and going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have my Bowie quotes with me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-5387312851824397738?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/5387312851824397738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=5387312851824397738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/5387312851824397738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/5387312851824397738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-only-5-oclock-and-were-not-tired.html' title='It&apos;s only 5 o&apos;clock, and we&apos;re not tired yet'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-1666924245607343013</id><published>2007-01-02T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:13:53.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><title type='text'>Something I Can Believe In...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" style="width:300px;border:1px solid black;background-color:white;color: black;margin: 10px 0 10px 0;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p style="color:black;font-size:14px;padding:0;margin:5px 0 5px 0;text-align:center;"&gt;In the year 2007 I resolve to:&lt;br /&gt;Smoke canadian weed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size14px;padding:0;margin:5px 0 5px 0;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://resolution.geek-foo.net" style="text-decoration:none;color:red;"&gt;Get your resolution here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-1666924245607343013?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/1666924245607343013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=1666924245607343013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/1666924245607343013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/1666924245607343013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2007/01/something-i-can-believe-in.html' title='Something I Can Believe In...'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-6501874506431506102</id><published>2006-12-30T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T15:04:30.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>There's lots more things to do</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty much a happy camper. This might have something to do with the Ortiz/Liddell fight coming on soon. Or maybe the fact that I'm housesitting so I have a reason to ditch the family whenever I feel like. Okay, to be perfectly honest it's because I got the best e-mail ever. Three words: I'm not dead.&lt;br /&gt;And while this may seem like a weird e-mail to get, I enjoyed it thoroughly. Then of course I got the other e-mail, the batch e-mail that was sent to everyone. I hate those. If you're going to e-mail me, I like being the only recipient. Thus the three worded e-mail. Happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;As for the whole Christmas thing, I have to admit I was pretty disappointed. I mean, why do I make a list every year if no one gets me anything off of it. This does not include everyone of course. My siblings are awesome when it comes to gifts, probably because they sort of like me sometimes. And my friends are usually on the proverbial ball. The rest of the family however. Disappointed. Is Disney Scene-It really too much to ask for? I mean, I shopped around for it so I could relay the cheapest place to buy it. I did all the freakin' work. But no. I got a calender. That's it. That's all. And yeah, I am acting like a spoiled brat but seriously.&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, I got a sweet popcorn maker. It had come in very very handy.&lt;br /&gt;And a new hard drive. Which is also handy. Go team Spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm done, I'll bitch about the world on online ordering later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOWIE!QUOTE: I think it all comes back to being very selfish as an artist. I mean, I really do just write and record what interests me and I do approach the stage shows in much the same way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-6501874506431506102?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/6501874506431506102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=6501874506431506102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/6501874506431506102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/6501874506431506102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/12/theres-lots-more-things-to-do.html' title='There&apos;s lots more things to do'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-3581650117119861364</id><published>2006-12-18T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T13:49:38.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Fuckers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no, i'm not dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just studying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have a new review coming up sometime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been busy at my other journal, posting left and right. because i rock like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in case i don't get back to this....merry christmas fuckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BOWIE!QUOTE: Sometimes you stumble across a few chords that put you in a reflective place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-3581650117119861364?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/3581650117119861364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=3581650117119861364' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/3581650117119861364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/3581650117119861364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-fuckers.html' title='Merry Christmas Fuckers.'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-6443521500104376923</id><published>2006-12-05T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T16:32:06.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.memegen.net/viewmeme.pl" method="post"&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; 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BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 2px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;The Music in your Head&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #1f87b2; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill out your answers and try it on Memegen.net!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1074731062" name="meme"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-6443521500104376923?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/6443521500104376923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=6443521500104376923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/6443521500104376923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/6443521500104376923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/12/dance-night-away-by-karchan85-name-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-3341073133010677274</id><published>2006-11-30T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T12:35:39.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warjournals1'/><title type='text'>Something New.</title><content type='html'>Okay, the other day someone mentioned to me that I should write a comic blog. As my current blog is aptly named Shoot Your TV ---Read Comics, I figured I should give it a shot. Spoilers will abound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start out by pointing out that I read comics. This should be obvious, but I mentioned it just in case. The second thing I need to say is that I know nothing about comics. I know what I like, I know which writers make me laugh, I know what kind of art I enjoy. With all of this said I present to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Fanboy&lt;/span&gt; Chubby of the Week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I'm looking at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Punisher&lt;/span&gt; War Journal issue one. Written by Matt Fraction, art by Ariel Olivetti, coloring by Dean White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Punisher&lt;/span&gt; is mentioned in the Civil War arc. It takes place right before Civil War issue 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone not reading Civil War, I'll sum it up for you as best as I can. The Powers That Be have instituted something called the 'Superhuman Registration Act' which requires anyone and everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;possessing&lt;/span&gt; superhuman abilities to register with the government. As you can well imagine, this did not go over well. In fact it split allegiances down the middle. There's the pro side, led by Iron Man. This team includes Reed Richards and the government, other than that, no one really knows. The con team is being led by Captain America. This team has all of my flavour favorites. It's got Wolverine, Luke Cage, Daredevil, Falcon, Black Panther, and the recent addition of Invisible Girl and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Human&lt;/span&gt; Torch, the list goes on. Those who don't register and are caught are put in a special prison and kept there until they agree to register. There are battles left and right, leading to the death of some superheroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Punisher&lt;/span&gt;, the first thing you have to notice is the cover. And it's flawless. He's holding big guns, he looks pissed, and he's wearing the skull shirt. It's everything you want from Frank Castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've never read any other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Punisher&lt;/span&gt; comics, so I'm nowhere near an expert. I saw the movie, John Travolta was good. To be honest the only reason I even read this was because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Deryk&lt;/span&gt; put it in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was a bit confusing, it start out with some guy that I'm sure I'm supposed to know who he is - I don't. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; the government &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;asking&lt;/span&gt; him to hunt down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Punisher&lt;/span&gt;. Flip the page to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Punisher&lt;/span&gt; sitting in a van doing recon on a pedophile because he's bored. Then some idiot calling himself S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;tiltman&lt;/span&gt; shows up, Castle kills him, and then the pedophile. The guy I'm supposed to know shows up and sends some S.H.E.I.L.D agents after Castle in the tunnel ( like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Moosejaw&lt;/span&gt; tunnels...only presumably authentic). He kicks their asses and takes their guns and goes hunting for the Terrible Tinkerer (Okay seriously who comes up with these names?), he finds him, gets some information and heads out to find Rampage. Rampage is a grown man who makes toys to play with while he pretends he's taking over the world. Nice guy. Rampage gives Castle some gadgetry and he goes all stealthy, waiting for Iron Man to make a move so that he can kick his ass. The gadgetry goes off and he follows the blinking light into the sewers where he finds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Spidey&lt;/span&gt; getting his ass kicked by two of his former enemies, who are now working for Iron Man. He saves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Spidey&lt;/span&gt; and takes him to the super secret hiding place of Captain America and the 'resistance'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot happens. A lot happens quickly. And while I was a little intimidated by the plethora (word of the day) of information being thrown at me, I get it. Issue one has to rock so people will buy issue two.  On the upside, there were some awesome points about the writing. The majority of the script is in captions. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Castle's&lt;/span&gt; a quiet guy, so it's nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; have some insight into what he's thinking, even if it's just obscure &lt;em&gt;Gilligan's Island&lt;/em&gt; references.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the art. This isn't classic coloring by any means. There aren't bold colors, everything seems a bit muted (I'm sure there's a word for this somewhere). The art makes everything look more real at times, and other times makes everything look ridiculous, like the size of Castle's arms for example. The facial expressions are dead on, but everything looks shiny. If i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to take issue with anything it would be the sheer size of Frank Castle. I mean, he's HUGE! For a guy that sits in a van all day he's certainly cut. and his arms are roughly the size of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Spiderman's&lt;/span&gt; entire body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My verdict&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a good read. Even if you know nothing about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Punisher&lt;/span&gt; other than he likes to shoot things, it's a good read. I had to read it a couple times to take everything in, but I'm weird like that. It left me excited for the next War Journal, which is always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best art&lt;/strong&gt;: it's a tie. On page twelve, the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; panel, where Castle is holding his newly acquired guns (and probably flexing), and on page eighteen, the fifth panel, the look on the Terrible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Tinkerer's&lt;/span&gt; face...priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The worst art&lt;/strong&gt;: the last page, Captain America....he looks like he's trying to dance to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ludacris&lt;/span&gt; or something, it's just not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best line&lt;/strong&gt;: page 30, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Punisher&lt;/span&gt; is carrying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt; over his shoulder:&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Spidey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Hey, can we stop by an A.T.M.? I don't have any cash on me, so&lt;br /&gt;                                                 I  can't pay your fare.&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Punisher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: You don't have to pay me jackass&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Spidey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Oh, awesome. Action is MY reward, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Worst Line:&lt;/strong&gt; There's a lot of bad lines....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-3341073133010677274?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/3341073133010677274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=3341073133010677274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/3341073133010677274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/3341073133010677274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/11/something-new.html' title='Something New.'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-8577810228127204104</id><published>2006-11-28T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T17:34:25.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10things'/><title type='text'>SURVEYS ARE FUN</title><content type='html'>Ten things I Love That Begin With The Letter “I”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;Ice Cream&lt;/strong&gt;….that ones a given, but seriously, I’m Ice creams biggest fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Iron Giant&lt;/strong&gt;….it’s a great animated film with a kid that creeps the hell out of me…but I love it lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Image Comics&lt;/strong&gt;. That’s right I’m cool enough to read comics. Image is home to some of the best things out there, for example, Invincible (which has gone on forvere and still rocks), Cassanova ( according to my go to comic book guy if you aren’t reading this you’re a fucktard…his words, not mine), Fell (which is a Warren Ellis…he’s the greatest), and The Amazing Joy Buzzards…needless to say Image is where it’s at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Speaking of comics &lt;strong&gt;Immonen&lt;/strong&gt;. He’s a comic book artist. And he’s great, AND he’s Canadian. He did the pencils for Nextwave (Another Warren Ellis), and it’s beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;I Can’t Decide&lt;/strong&gt; by the Scissor Sisters….download it..it’s angry disco wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;I Know I Know I Know&lt;/strong&gt; by Tegan and Sara because they’re fabulous and the song is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;strong&gt;Icarus&lt;/strong&gt;…as in the greek myth about the cocky kid that didn’t listen to his dad….I love greek myths and my dad likes to remind me about this one far more often then he should…if you can find it download Icarus by Jason Webley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;strong&gt;Internet&lt;/strong&gt;. There are no words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;strong&gt;The Iliad&lt;/strong&gt;….We everlasting gods . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;strong&gt;Inferno&lt;/strong&gt; by Dante Alighieri... Thence we came forth to rebehold the stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-8577810228127204104?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/8577810228127204104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=8577810228127204104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/8577810228127204104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/8577810228127204104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/11/surveys-are-fun.html' title='SURVEYS ARE FUN'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-3949674633991268264</id><published>2006-11-20T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:54:31.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picky'/><title type='text'>Mother calls, but we don't hear</title><content type='html'>I think I might be too picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I know in a lot of ways I'm really picky...but this time I'm talking about guys. Now, I realize that I don't have a lot of room to be picky, I'm not that naive....this isn't where this entry was supposed to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a thing tonight. I'm reluctant to call it a date because we just met for coffee after my night class. And I'm not really sure that going for coffee qualifies as a date. I didn't tell anyone because I'm a little superstitious and I didn't want to jinx it. Yes I do believe in jinxing things, I'm that cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get into a bit more detail I feel I should explain something. This boy, from my english class, asked me out for a movie. He had passes or something. I said I couldn't because I had the dumb night class that I hate. He said we should meet up later for coffee then. I said yes. I don't know why I said yes. This isn't the boy in the same class that has caught my eye. This is a different boy. We don't have much in common that I know of, other than our mutual love of movies. Or so he professed. He's not ugly, he's not gorgeous either. If I had to describe him, I'd say average. So I'm not really sure why I said yes at all to a boy I don't know, to do something i don't like to do, on a night that I never go out on. (mondays suck.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we meet for coffee at some little coffe place. I don't drink coffee, but of course he doesn't know that. We make awkward small talk, the whole...how was class...thing. Then he says he went to see the Prestige. So I figure, okay, now we can talk. So I ask him what he thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIs reply: Scarlett JOhanson is really hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOw, I might be wrong, but is that the type of thing you say when at coffee? I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said 'yeah, but what did you think of the movie?' this was apparently a very difficult question because he thought about it for a really long time. I really enjoyed this movie, like lots. Not just because David Bowie shows up, but that helped. So i'm expecting to be able to have a fairly decent conversation about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Reply: That Batman guy was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Batman guy refers to Christian Bale. So I was a little put off by that, I mean this kid said he was sort of a movie buff. I don't even call myself a movie buff....but I can remember Christian Bale's name. So i agreed again, yeah Christian Bale is an awesome actor, I like most of his stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reply: Well other than Batman he hasn't been in much of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's where he lost me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Bale was in American Psycho. Christian Bale was in Equilibrium. Christian Bale was in the Machinist. He was in Newsies, and Swing Kids, and Little Women....The guy was in Shaft for fuck's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i decided to stop talking about movies. We moved onto music. I don't know very much about music, I know what I like and that's about it. I can tell you about maybe four or five artists that I'm a huge fan of, and other than that I let Beth be the music buff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do know, is that Fallout Boy is not punk. I know that Justin Timberlake isn't hiphop. And I know that if you like Nickleback you're pretty much guaranteed to like Theory of a Deadman and Hinder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my question: Am I being too picky? I mean, is his lack of movie knowledge enough to make him that unattractive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOWIE!QUOTE: I never could get over the fact that The Pixies formed, worked and separated without America taking them to its heart or even recognizing their existence for the most part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-3949674633991268264?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/3949674633991268264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=3949674633991268264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/3949674633991268264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/3949674633991268264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/11/mother-calls-but-we-dont-hear.html' title='Mother calls, but we don&apos;t hear'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-4907371268451153884</id><published>2006-11-15T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:15:43.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discopityparty'/><title type='text'>He gets in the way but we always let him play with us</title><content type='html'>Apparently I was wrong. It's not a poem. It's lyrics from a song called Citizens of Tomorrow by Tokyo Police Club. My only brother corrected me. Which is greatly appreciated. As for the song, it's pretty sweet. If you're into Geek!Rock. Which I really, really am. But you knew that. Or I should hope you knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder who I'm writing to. Then I think it's dumb so I stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how when you think you're totally over something. Like really over and through it, adn then you're like, oh okay....I get it...It gest easier...that's cool. And then out of NOWHERE, it hits you like a huge fuckin' truck. And it sucks just as much as it used to. And then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you throw a Disco!PityParty. You're all invited. It's Saturday night in my basement. BYOB. I'll be there drinking alone, it'll be a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOWIE!QUOTE: To not be modest about it, you'll find that with only a couple of exceptions, most of the musicians that I've worked with have done their best work by far with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-4907371268451153884?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/4907371268451153884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=4907371268451153884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/4907371268451153884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/4907371268451153884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/11/he-gets-in-way-but-we-always-let-him.html' title='He gets in the way but we always let him play with us'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-116293719153828215</id><published>2006-11-07T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:16.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Tim sings prayers and hymns, he's so small we don't notice him</title><content type='html'>I studied my ass of for that test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate university. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, getting a better mark on the test that I didn't study for then the one that i literally spent a solid week studying for is NOT okay. And i know, only a week. But that's a lot for me. Usually I don't study at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midterms suck. Lots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an upnote, I found a poem on my desk one day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a microchip&lt;br /&gt;implanted in my heart&lt;br /&gt;so if I try to escape&lt;br /&gt;robots will blow me apart&lt;br /&gt;and my limbs will go flying&lt;br /&gt;and land before the ones i love&lt;br /&gt;who would wail and weep&lt;br /&gt;but the robots would keep them at bay&lt;br /&gt;as i shut my eyes&lt;br /&gt;for the very last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;citizens of tomorrow, be forewarned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fic journal is up and running. And i have comments! It's pretty nifty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I write instead of writing a paper...The Dixie Chicks concert owned. Seriously. Now I have a huge girly crush on them too. If girlycrushes were oranges, i would have an orchard. For everyone who wants to go check out the preview for their documentary Shut up and Sing (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0811136/trailers-screenplay-E29606-10-2)I'm super excited to see this movie, i just watched the trailer a stupid amount of times in a row. They rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm country. I know it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done.....no bowiequote.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-116293719153828215?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/116293719153828215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=116293719153828215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/116293719153828215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/116293719153828215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/11/tiny-tim-sings-prayers-and-hymns-hes.html' title='Tiny Tim sings prayers and hymns, he&apos;s so small we don&apos;t notice him'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-116250025902475619</id><published>2006-11-02T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:16.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy's ill with chicken pox, and Tommy's learned to ride his bike</title><content type='html'>I hate hardwood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do. It's cold and not as carpet-like...And it's dusty and fucking loud when they put it in. Gives me a goddamn headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as much as I love multiple choice exams, I hate teachers that do the whole a and b, a c but not b, all but f....Shit like that. Its annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...Dixie Chicks tonight! That's right, I'm going to the Dixie Chicks concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care who you are, everyone loves a country music concert. And those who say differently lie.  Country music is fun. And there was actually a study done, and people drink more while listening to country music then any other genre....I don't know if I helped or hindered my point....But I still maintain country concerts are fun. And the Dixie chicks put on a good show, thus, my excitement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally pulled my head out of my ass and saw Slither. And now I'm mad at myself for not seeing it sooner. My total girly crush on Nathan Fillion aside, this movie was SO funny. &lt;br /&gt;I know it's been pegged as a horror-comedy, which is a new bridge for movie genres. But it's not scary. Really gross, yes....Scary? No. It is really gross though. And yeah, it's not going to change your world, and you can probably sit there for hours and point out plot holes. But it was entertaining. For an hour and twenty minutes I was entertained. There are some good fuckin' lines in that movie. And because of Nathan Fillion it's a bit reminiscent of Firefly. Which is an amazing show. That I could probably go on about for hours and hours. (I won't). I can't decide my favorite part of the movie. It kept me laughing so I think people should watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all of that....I finished Veronica Mars Seasons One and Two. For anyone who isn't watching this show, you're a fucking moron. It's pegged as the best show on television by some of my favorite people. It's witty without being overly witty like the Gilmore Girls, it's angsty without being overly angsty like Dawson's Creek, It's serious without being overly melodramatic like the OC, and it's all around awesome. The characters are believable, mostly. The dog fuckin' rules! And the plot is actually thought out. Very rarely do television shows outsmart me, I pride myself on the fact that I know who the killer is on CSI before Grissom, but Veronica Mars outsmarts me very single time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough fangirling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOWIE!QUOTE: Pop stars are capable of growing old. Mick Jagger at 50 will be marvelous - a battered old roue - I can just see him. An aging rock star doesn't have to opt out life. When I'm 50, I'll prove it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-116250025902475619?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/116250025902475619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=116250025902475619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/116250025902475619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/116250025902475619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/11/jimmys-ill-with-chicken-pox-and-tommys.html' title='Jimmy&apos;s ill with chicken pox, and Tommy&apos;s learned to ride his bike'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-116224690452014239</id><published>2006-10-30T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:16.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURVEY TIME PART TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Survey #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80 things you might not know about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How big is your bed?&lt;br /&gt;queen sized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Please Don’t Go - AErosmith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What are the last 4 digits in your cellphone number?&lt;br /&gt;8788&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;A bag of Sour Patch Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last person who drove you somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;My Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How is the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;frickin’ cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Whitney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite type of Food?&lt;br /&gt;Um…Steak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you want children?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever get so drunk you don't remember the entire night?&lt;br /&gt;I sure have. High School RULED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Hair color?&lt;br /&gt;ugh…..I dyed it red for Halloween. Don’t ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Eye color?&lt;br /&gt;blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you wear eye contacts?&lt;br /&gt;everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite holiday?&lt;br /&gt;Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite Season?&lt;br /&gt;I used to like winter….but summer is pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever cried over a girl/boy? .&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Last Movie you Watched?&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Horror Picture Show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What books are you reading? .&lt;br /&gt;Invincible, Preacher, Transmetropolitan, and Y: The Last Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Piercing?&lt;br /&gt;None. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite Movie?&lt;br /&gt;this question sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Favorite college football Team?&lt;br /&gt;uh……………..the……pirates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.what were you doing before this?&lt;br /&gt;writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Any pets?&lt;br /&gt;A dog named Sadie Jazz Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. AIM?&lt;br /&gt;nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Dogs or cats?&lt;br /&gt;dogs….always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite Flower&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really like flowers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Have you ever loved someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who would you like to see right now?&lt;br /&gt;lots of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you like to travel by plane?&lt;br /&gt;I like it until I get to the airport and then I’m reminded why I hate it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Right-handed or Left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. If you could go to any place right now where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;Kelowna, to the boat. Or maybe back to Rome, that would be sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Are you missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you have a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I can’t decide on what I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you still watch cartoons on Saturday mornings?&lt;br /&gt;I sure do, with a bowl of cereal. With my dad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Are you hiding something from someone?&lt;br /&gt;Always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ARE YOU 18?&lt;br /&gt;I was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. WHAT IS THE WALLPAPER ON YOUR CELLPHONE?&lt;br /&gt;It’s black with a little picture of a tv on it, and underneath it says addict. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. DID YOU GET ENOUGH SLEEP LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;No, I had a really really weird dream and it kept me awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT ABOUT THIS MORNING:&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna go to class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. WHAT DO YOU HAVE HANDY AT YOUR BEDSIDE?&lt;br /&gt;notebooks and pens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. GRILLED OR FRIED?&lt;br /&gt;um grilled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. WHENS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;That’s a loaded question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. 3 PEOPLE YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT?&lt;br /&gt;once again…..loaded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. FIRST THING YOU WILL BUY IF GIVEN 50 THOUSAND DOLLARS?&lt;br /&gt;CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. FAVORITE SONG?&lt;br /&gt;Of the moment? You Could Be Happy – Snow Patrol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?&lt;br /&gt;lots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. ARE YOU A GIVER OR TAKER?&lt;br /&gt;giver I hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. WHAT DO PEOPLE CALL U FOR SHORT?&lt;br /&gt;Mugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. WHAT IS YOUR DAD'S MIDDLE NAME?&lt;br /&gt;harold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. WHATS YOUR MOTHERS MIDDLE NAME?&lt;br /&gt;Jane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. STUCK ON A DESERTED ISLAND &amp; COULD BRING 3 THINGS?&lt;br /&gt;laptop, cell phone, every movie I could find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. FAVORITE T.V. COMMERCIAL?&lt;br /&gt;Those Polysporin Commercials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. WHO'S YOUR CELL PHONE PROVIDER?&lt;br /&gt;Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. (IF YOU HAVE A LOCKER) WHOSE TO YOUR LEFT AND WHOSE TO YOUR RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;I have a locker but I have no idea who is around me. I never use it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. WHAT ARE THE THINGS YOU ALWAYS BRING WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;cell phone, ID, debit card, pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. WHAT DID YOU WANNA BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID?&lt;br /&gt;famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY DO WHEN THE CLOCK TURNS 7AM?&lt;br /&gt;most of the days I sleep. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I curse my stupidity for picking an 8 am class.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. THE COLOR OF YOUR BEDSHEET?&lt;br /&gt;I believe the word is Sage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. WHO DO YOU WANT TO MEET?&lt;br /&gt;Joss Whedon, Kevin Smith, Angelina Jolie, Warren Ellis, and Rosario Dawson. (OBVIOUSLY not in that order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT BEF0RE Y0U G0 T0 BED?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-116224690452014239?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/116224690452014239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=116224690452014239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/116224690452014239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/116224690452014239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/10/survey-time-part-two.html' title='SURVEY TIME PART TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-116224594014226246</id><published>2006-10-30T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:16.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURVEY TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111</title><content type='html'>Survey #1&lt;br /&gt;*Honest Emotion Survey*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Honestly, what color is your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;brown and pink and it says Ride with a Surfer…they’re my faves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Honestly, whats on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;How to best avoid studying for my superscary Criminology midterm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Honestly, what are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;taking this survey and reading fic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Honestly, do you think you are attractive?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, not lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Honestly, have you done something bad today?&lt;br /&gt;I dyed my hair stupid. But that was list night….I went to school but didn’t go to class. That should count as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Honestly, do you watch disney channel?&lt;br /&gt;I actually just watched the Weekenders. And yes I watch it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Sure am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Honestly, what makes you happy most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;Well written television. Like Vmars. What a spectacular show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Honestly, have you had an eating disorder?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Honestly, do you want to see someone this very minute?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Honestly, do you have a deep dark secret?&lt;br /&gt;One or two, but who doesn’t right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Honestly, do you have a friend you don't actually like?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Honestly, are you loyal?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the situation. I mean I’m loyal to my friends….except that one time….shit nope nevermind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Honestly, are you in denial?&lt;br /&gt;Probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Honestly, who would you wanna be with right now?&lt;br /&gt;Johnny D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Honestly, do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIFFERENT EMOTIONS SURVEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Anger Section*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you do when you're mad?&lt;br /&gt;pout. And then write. And ignore everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's the worst thing you've done when you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;Um I punched a wall and broke a finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever made anyone cry when you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;I sure did, and took immense pleasure in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CRYING SECTION*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Honestly when's the last time you really cried?&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can’t remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Boy have I!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do certain songs make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What usually makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;People dying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Happy Section*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you normally a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;Not at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What can make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Does being with your friends make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;It used to. And now….not so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Self-Esteem Section*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you believe in yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When people say they think you are good looking/pretty, do&lt;br /&gt;you deny that you are?&lt;br /&gt;Nope I play it off like I know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you one of those people that think they are ugly, dumb, or gross?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-116224594014226246?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/116224594014226246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=116224594014226246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/116224594014226246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/116224594014226246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/10/survey-time111.html' title='SURVEY TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-116060548039591882</id><published>2006-10-11T16:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:16.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie Brown got's half a crown, he's gonna buy a kite</title><content type='html'>Okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write too much fic. That's right. I said it out loud. Someone should give me a pony or something. The problem is that I never post it. I mean other than 'One Day At A Time'. But that was forever ago, and who reads fanfiction.net anymore right? I'll tell ya who....no one. Not even me. So I'm in the process of making a new lj account that specifically for fic. It's becoming problematic. Mostly just because the majority of the fic I write isn't really appropriate. In other words, I'd give it a pretty high rating. And the last thing I'd want is for one of my friends or family members to be bored off their rocks, look up one of my usual screennames and come across a bunch of fic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see it going well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm trying to come up with a new screenname. And it turns out that every single name I think of is taken. It's becoming quite frustrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm done for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOWIE!QUOTE:It's true--I am a bisexual. But I can't deny that I've used that fact very well. I suppose it's the best thing that ever happened to me. Fun, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-116060548039591882?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/116060548039591882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=116060548039591882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/116060548039591882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/116060548039591882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/10/charlie-brown-gots-half-crown-hes.html' title='Charlie Brown got&apos;s half a crown, he&apos;s gonna buy a kite'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-116019439302224580</id><published>2006-10-06T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:16.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick. &lt;br /&gt;NOt deathly ill, not even antibiotics ill. Just a cold or something. And all I've thought all day is 'I wish I had someone to bring me soup'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question of the day is: What happens when you don't want tomorrow to come?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-116019439302224580?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/116019439302224580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=116019439302224580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/116019439302224580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/116019439302224580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-115334881355373241</id><published>2006-07-19T16:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:16.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a special place in the rhubarb fields underneath the leaves</title><content type='html'>So what has happened since the last post????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't even know where to start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um....I lost my job at VHQ...well technically i quit without notice. But it was really their fault because they shut down my location without telling anyone. Seriously...three days notice, that HAS to be against some law. Apparently it's not because they gave us the option of a transfer, i still think it's bull. And i got blamed for breaking a shelf which i DIDN'T do! I wasn't even over there....but whatever, i let Scrunchie and the Goblin yell at me for a good 45 minutes. And for the record i could give a shit if you tell 'Mr. Webster', whoever the fuck that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Blair got me a new job. At the pool concession. Originally i thought it would be at George Ward, apparently i was mistaken and it's at Riversdale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that's right.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riversdale....also known as teh Westside BathHouse....or if you're in a really bad mood you can call it the Indian Ocean like I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record the longer i work there the more discriminatory i become. Yeah i get called a racist, and a white bitch...and a whole range of differing insults at least 4 times a shift. And you'd think it would be from punk kids....oh no it's not....nope.....it's adults....adn grandparents, and the twelve year old pregnant girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God my last day is on Sunday.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rewatching Buffy which is helping my mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave for Europe right away which is also pretty exciting other than the fact that our plans are sketchy at best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, i probably don't have enough money saved up because ever since Beth got a job at HMV all I can think about is buying movies and such....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um....I'm a huge geek so i catalogued all my movies and comics....i have more of both than i thought i did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um..........I helped paint my sisters new house against my better judgement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through the incredibly pinful registration process for school. WHich i DON'T want to go back top, in case anyone forgot. And i didn't get like three of my classes because PAWS sucks ass. (And i say like three because it was really only two and a tutorial, i havent turned that blonde yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there.....went to the zoo....went to ruckers...went bowling like four times. bowling rules by the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know....i'm tapped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOWIE!QUOTE:ON BEING FIFTY - "Fab. But, you know, I don't feel fifty. I feel not a day over forty-nine. It's incredible. I'm bouncy, I feel bouncy"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-115334881355373241?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/115334881355373241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=115334881355373241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/115334881355373241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/115334881355373241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/07/theres-special-place-in-rhubarb-fields.html' title='There&apos;s a special place in the rhubarb fields underneath the leaves'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-114836443393961754</id><published>2006-05-22T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:16.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They don't have the time to learn the ways of you sir, Mr GrownUp</title><content type='html'>May Long....it was actually a really good long weekend. I'm pretty suprised by that actually. Let's break it down shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE're goingg to start on Thursday because it was momentus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY: Thursday my mom and my dad and beth and I drove to Regina. We had to get up at some stupid hour, beth was already up but thats besides the point. We dropped my dad off at some sketchy group home, which is different then a foster home in case you were wondering. Then my mom dropped Beht and I off at some mall for like 2 hours while she went to visit my great aunt in the cancer clinic. We had fries for breakfast and then ran amok in Walmart and such. THen we went to Chapters and relived our childhoods...anyone else remember Red is Best??? 'cause i sure do. And some dude gave me a banana coconut cream frappachino....which was very nice of him. Then we went for lunch with my Grandma and THEN we went to the science center...which was really the highlight of the trip. We saw an educational film about Greece. It was awesome. We took a whole lot of pictures.... Then there was the finale night...we watched Will and Grace Series FInale, then the CSI finale...which i could rant for years about because GSR???!!???? SERIOUSLY????? And the ER Finale...once again....a cliffhanger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY: i worked. THEN i went to see Over the Hedge...which i reccomend to anyone ever. Then Steph and i drove around for a while...then beth came with us. driving is one of my fave activities. My brother came home sometime that night....but i don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY: I worked again...all day...without a mid...which totally sucked. But then my brother showed up with some food for me. It was awesome. And Steph came in early. So...yeah it was awesome. When i got home we were having like 30 people over for my Grandmas 80th birthday, which was mostly cool. MY brothers friend Stern came. I tired to warn him about my uncle but it was impossible...so he sat and was lectured by a man that doesn't know shit. And my second cousin Kim was dumb enough to bring her boyfriend. IT was mostly okay tho, it was mellow and there was good food and for ONCE everyone chipped in. THEN my brother and stern adn I went to pick up dave and went to Lydia's for a hip-hop show a friend was putting on. OKya, I'm not the hugest hip hop fan, i mean, i like it but i'm very uncultured in the many frms of hiphop....but even i knew that Leo killed it. We proceeded to have way too much fun and take way too many pictures...especially of the pretty men that went on before Leo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY: I finally got to sleep in which was practically heaven. And when i woke up there was eggs benedict that my dad had made! It was awesome. Then my parents took me and my brother shopping 'cause i really needed new shoes...which i found and they're awesome. I got two new pairs of jeans too...i'm spoiled rotten. Then my brother and i went for a little rip around on his BMX and his new longboard. I am very bad at longboarding in case you couldn't guess. Then  i cleaned my room. FAcinating i know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY: Monday i picked up my cousin Jessi (http://www.myspace.com/jessir22) from the airport because she's coming to live with us for 53 days, which rocks my socks. She's one of the more normal cousins which helps. We went for lunch with the entire fam at Asian. Then we took her to the campus to show her where her classes are. Who takes summer session i'll never know...&lt;br /&gt;Then i had to go to work because Cory's a dick adn scheduled interviews without letting us know in advance...i'm mad at him right now...but i'm in a good mood so we're not dwelling. Then we barbequed....went to DQ....stopped by Franks....and then watched SAVED! adn then some Shalom in the Home....that shows Crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all my weeekend rocked. When i put it all down it doesn't seem like much but....i dig it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOWIEQUOTE! God thinks he's all that and a bag of chips&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-114836443393961754?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/114836443393961754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=114836443393961754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/114836443393961754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/114836443393961754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/05/they-dont-have-time-to-learn-ways-of.html' title='They don&apos;t have the time to learn the ways of you sir, Mr GrownUp'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-114767930743050618</id><published>2006-05-15T01:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:16.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a happy land where only children live</title><content type='html'>I HEART SURVEYS AND THIS ONE LOOKED FUN....so much fun i had to use caps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?&lt;br /&gt;and icicle....now THAT takes talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;8 posters, 2 art prints, a mask, a licence plate from Cali and one from Alcatraz, a bob marley calender and pictures of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT DOES YOUR CELL PHONE LOOK LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;its silver, and small, and flippy, and scratched and it has a Mr. T sticker on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LIKE TO LISTEN TO?&lt;br /&gt;According to my iTunes Genre List... Acoustic, Alternative&amp;Punk, Big Band, Blues, Christmas, Classic Rock, COuntry, Disco, Emo, Folk, Funk, Hip-hop/Rap, House, Jazz metal, misc, newage, opera, pop, punk, R&amp;B, Rock, and Ska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?.&lt;br /&gt;Nope, but i know it was during Haleys Comet and my siblings went to the carwash instead of going to see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of my fuckin' writers block....and have lots of money &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOU MISS?&lt;br /&gt;Captain Crunch and good cartoons in the mornings...and when boys had cooties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION?&lt;br /&gt;uh.....yeah um.....my stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SMELL?&lt;br /&gt;rain and salt water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?&lt;br /&gt;not so much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU GET SCARED OF THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. DO YOU GET HIT ON A LOT?&lt;br /&gt;HA! no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOGNE / PERFUME? &lt;br /&gt;I like blood red by Hugo Boss....actually anything by Hugo Boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;short. or a mohawk....but i'd settle for short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO AT?&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINKS?&lt;br /&gt;i don't drink coffee.....or energy drinks....they get me all sketchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?&lt;br /&gt;pineapple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;Captain Crunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?&lt;br /&gt;Karen....ugh i was SO mad at her....SO mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. DO YOU SPEAK A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE?&lt;br /&gt;i sorta speak french&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE EVER GAVE YOU (OF THE OPPOSITE SEX)?&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember.....the first time it mattered? ?? a 2 litre of Dr. Smooth because i was having a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. DO YOU LIKE ANYBODY?&lt;br /&gt;yeah....sorta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?&lt;br /&gt;theres no such thing as double jointed....just freakishly flexible. (i just realised my shirt was on backwards....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.....i really like nikita....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHAT`S YOUR DREAM CAR?&lt;br /&gt;a black one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR NOSE AND EARS?&lt;br /&gt;no....sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WHAT IS ONE OF YOUR DREAMS?&lt;br /&gt;to meet Joss Whedon and not passs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY?&lt;br /&gt;my unyeilding wit???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;remember the little stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:&lt;br /&gt;....i did this question wrong we'll leav it at that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?&lt;br /&gt;it's called hair-dye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT IS THE NUMBER YOU CALL MOST OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;955-5144&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?&lt;br /&gt;people in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE U.S.?&lt;br /&gt;.....yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. YOUR WEAKNESSES?&lt;br /&gt;Kryptonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. WHERE DO YOU WANT TO LIVE?&lt;br /&gt;I want to live everywhere....which is sort of awkward. But i do, i want to live in Europe, and i want to live in Tibet, and i want to live in CAlifornia, and in BC, and....possibly Vietnam.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. FIRST JOB?&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow CInemas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?&lt;br /&gt;WOW have i EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED OUT THIS SURVEY?&lt;br /&gt;attempting to write another sentance and talking to Chad about teeth brushing techniques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;i want tits like pam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?&lt;br /&gt;because i heart surveys and i don't have anything better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?&lt;br /&gt;that i have no soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL AGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;i would smuggle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;um......nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?&lt;br /&gt;none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;I was named after a vision my godfather had...no jokes...he was nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?&lt;br /&gt;i used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. WHICH FINGER[S] IS YOUR FAVORITE?&lt;br /&gt;my thumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?&lt;br /&gt;um. . . . .right. . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;blakc forest ham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ANY BAD HABITS?&lt;br /&gt;TONS....i bite my nails...thats the grossest one...it's like licking a toilet seat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CD ON THE SHELF?&lt;br /&gt;Um....everything? Kriss Kross....Glass Tiger...Will Smith....Electric Youth?? tkae your pick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;FUCK NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD A SECRET YOU SAID YOU WOULD NOT TELL?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeha i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. DO LOOKS MATTER?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?&lt;br /&gt;fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?&lt;br /&gt;Bay 310 -8th st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY?&lt;br /&gt;NOpe, trust has to be earned, and even then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember.....i think Lego...it rocked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. WHAT ARE THE FIRST THREE NUMBERS IN YOUR CELL PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;220&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;br /&gt;boy do I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was painful...i got punched in the back of the head last time....no more metal shows for the megan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME AND CHANGE ANYTHING WOULD YOU?&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people are probably hoping i'll write yes to this question, but i would be lying. No. No I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?&lt;br /&gt;Mugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. DO YOU UN-TIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;god no....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. WHO IS YOUR CRUSH?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. WHAT`S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;br /&gt;Half Baked by Ben &amp; Jerry&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL?&lt;br /&gt;Tigers, and Puppies, and Lions, and....Bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLORS?&lt;br /&gt;Black, Blue, Lime Green, White, and Red....not in that order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. HOW OFTEN DO YOU CHECK YOUR EMAIL?&lt;br /&gt;twice a day....each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. WHAT DO YOU MISS MOST RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Captain Crunch for the SECOND TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS? &lt;br /&gt;not so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Such Great Heights - Iron and Wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;Spits and PepsiLime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;Aimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. FAVORITE THOUGHT PROVOKING SONG?&lt;br /&gt;thought provoking???? um.....The General by Dispatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. FAVORITE ACCENT FROM ANOTHER COUNTRY?&lt;br /&gt;I'll let ya know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. FAVORITE DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Smooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. ZODIAC SIGN:&lt;br /&gt;Capricorn the fishgoatthing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SPORT?&lt;br /&gt;Hockey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. HAIR COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;currently: brown and blondish naturally: really blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES?&lt;br /&gt;Not often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. SIBLINGS?&lt;br /&gt;Justin Mackenzie and Victoria Shea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. FAVORITE MONTH?&lt;br /&gt;Oct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. YOU LIKE SUSHI?&lt;br /&gt;Yes i do....thank you for asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;a bit of Ransom with my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;it used to be Halloween but now HAlloween sucks if you don't like pubcrawls...so...i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?&lt;br /&gt;depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;thye both have their good points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. KISSES OR HUGS?&lt;br /&gt;hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?&lt;br /&gt;HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. WHO IS THE MOST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. WHO IS THE LEAST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;Preacher Vol. II by WArren Ellis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. IS ANYONE IN LOVE WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOWIE!QUOTE:I’d never be content with a tombstone, it would have to be a monument of some kind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-114767930743050618?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/114767930743050618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=114767930743050618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/114767930743050618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/114767930743050618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/05/there-is-happy-land-where-only.html' title='There is a happy land where only children live'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-114707071486176401</id><published>2006-05-08T00:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:16.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Brighter Than Sunlight- Louder Than Thunder</title><content type='html'>Because I can't sleep I will update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...started reading Preacher, which i strongly recommend to anyone who hasn't already picked it up. Warren Ellis may have fabricated his own bible....but i like his version better anyways.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there....i finally got a gmail account....not that i'll ever use it, but i really like signing up for things...like my hollywood stock exchange...i'll have you know that my james franco stock has risen quite nicely recently. i expect the ghost rider stock to follow and the pirates 2 stock to stop falling drastically. Wow am i ever glad it's not real money...'cause i think i suck at this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my teams (CAlgary) was knocked out of the running for the stanley cup. I didn't watch the final game but apparently they didn't even bother to try so you know....way to go canadian teams? My other team has been getting stomped by the freakin' Ducks. I'm terribly disappointed in Sakic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and i went to dinner out at Karens, i really don't think she could live further away form my house. I didn't know there were houses passt Waneskewin...for the record there are. Her brother and sister and mom were there. Her brother Rod...or Ron....was really nice. And her mom was very mom-like which was cool. Her sister however, annoyed me to no end. K first of all she's fat, actually sort of bordering obese, which annoys me in itself. Second of all she's one of those fat people thats doing nothing at all to better her situation. I mean she slathered all of her food with butter and salt, talked about how she liked frying up her baloney, how she liked mayonnaise better than miracle whip....drove me nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided i like hanging out wiht gys better than girls. no offense to my girls but i mean....okay example....if you're watching a movie with a girl and you fall asleep...they usually wake you up, or move so that you do wake up. But if you fall asleep while watching a movie with a guy friend...they don't move a freakin' muscle, they turn down the volume, and try not to breathe too much. Despite how uncomfortable their position is they won't move just in case they wake you up. I really like my guy friends. Not in the...i totally want to date them way....but in the i'm really freakin' glad we hang out way. I'm excited to continue the 80s movie marathon we started tonight. SUPER excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm sleepy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOWIE!QUOTE: I once asked John Lennon what he thought of what I do. He said 'It's great, but it's just rock 'n' roll with lipstick on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Lucky Underwear Is Red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourluckyunderwearquiz/red.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're confident and bold, and your lucky red underwear will only make you more sure of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You have a great zest for life, and you tend to take on impossible goals - and succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love, it's hard for you to take the time to open up. You're too busy conquering the world.&lt;br /&gt;So if you're looking for a little more romance, put on your red underpants. And see where their passion takes you!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourluckyunderwearquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Lucky Underwear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-114707071486176401?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/114707071486176401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=114707071486176401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/114707071486176401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/114707071486176401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/05/feeling-brighter-than-sunlight-louder.html' title='Feeling Brighter Than Sunlight- Louder Than Thunder'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-114575246971775405</id><published>2006-04-22T18:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:16.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With Just A Hint Of Mayhem</title><content type='html'>So I'm just hangin' out before work and i remembered that i had a blog. and even though i know it's not a priority to anyone else...i've decided to make it my priority. BUt since i have nothing to talk about i found a fun and interesting survey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body: Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;Use the song title as the answer to the question even if they don't make sense. You'll be surprised though.&lt;br /&gt;NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;"Wrong Way" - Sublime (how awkward....) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;"Guilty Pleasures" - Catch 22 (it's SO catchy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do my friends see me?&lt;br /&gt;"Billy" - James Blunt ( i don't even know what to say to this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will I get married?&lt;br /&gt;"World on Fire" - Sarah McLAchlan ( so either some third world country...or never)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;"Picture Perfect" - Tyler Hilton (...that bitch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the story of my life?&lt;br /&gt;"Long Way to Happy" - Pink (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;"Wasting Time" - Sexually Attracted to Fire (LMAO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;"Crocodile Rock" - Elton John......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is today going to be like?&lt;br /&gt;"Killing Me Softly" - the Fugees (KICK ASS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;"Girl I wanna Lay You Down" - Zach Gill ft. Jack Johnson (i'm gonna leave this one alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song describes my parents?&lt;br /&gt;"My City of Ruins" - Bruce Springsteen (odd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe my grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;"She's A Rebel" - Green Day (LMAO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is my life going?&lt;br /&gt;"So Jealous" - Tegan and Sara (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;"Badfish" - Sublime (I'm totally okay with that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;br /&gt;"The General" - Dispatch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;"Eight of Nine" - the Ataris (i dig those odds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do my friends really think of me?&lt;br /&gt;"Saturday Nights Alright for Fighting" - Elton JOhn (sweet?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;"Silver Thunderbird" - MArc Cohn (kick ass....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;"HOliday" - Green Day (already taken care of boys...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;"Dear SErgio" - Catch 22 (i think it means start a gang with my big brother...no bitches)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;"Rumors of my demise can greatly been exaggerated"- Rise Against....so no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOWIE!QUOTE: Well if I ever get sent to prison I’ll know how to keep happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-114575246971775405?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/114575246971775405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=114575246971775405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/114575246971775405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/114575246971775405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/04/with-just-hint-of-mayhem.html' title='With Just A Hint Of Mayhem'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-114419189557693676</id><published>2006-04-04T16:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:16.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay for a while, while you look for a whore</title><content type='html'>Okay....People make plans for a goddamn reason. It's not like we make plans just so we can go do something else. I mean seriously...sometimes people piss me off more than I'd like to admit. Take right now for instance, yesterday....like not even 24 hours ago...I talked to Steph and we decided that I'd phone her after class, we'd go get some food and then go to the show. Motley Crue's in town for those of you who don't know. That's a pretty solid plan...AND to top it off I told her, if anything changes just call and let me know. &lt;br /&gt;So i get home from school and I call Steph....she doesn't answer...that's fine because I'm home a half hour early, so I change and straighten my hair, all that good concert getting ready type stuff and my phone rings. It's Steph. It's Steph who is already at the concert waiting at the top of the ramp like some two-cent whore, hoping that Tommy Lee will grace her with his STD infected prescence. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I know what most of you are thinking...not a big deal, just go out and meet them there right?&lt;br /&gt;NIce thought...in theory. &lt;br /&gt;Number one, it's packed there, i can hear it through the phone. &lt;br /&gt;Number two, I told my parents I didn't need the car because Steph and I were going out together. &lt;br /&gt;Number Three, she has my damn ticket, and I don't want to drive all the way out there and not be able to find her because God knows that the second those doors open she's going to forget i even exist...if she hasn't already.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah it's one of my pet peeves when people bail on plans. But still...the decent thing to do would've been to give me a heads-up. A two minute phone call "Hey, we're heading out now, do you want to come?"...like give me the fuckin' option. &lt;br /&gt;But no, so now I have to try and beg the car from my parents, who both have plans..seperate plans of course...drive out to a concert alone...try and find Steph in a group of people..all of which i'm assumiong will be wearing close to the same thing...just to see a band i don't really like. &lt;br /&gt;I'm two steps away from calling and telling her I'm not coming. I doubt she'd care at this point...fuck I'm mad. And there's probably no reason to be this mad, but i am. &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could call Marty and go with him, because he goes in the back way, which would be pro because i'd walk right in front of all of them...fuck. &lt;br /&gt;So now I'm faced with the decision about whether or not to go. I mean, if i don't go Steph would probably be pissed off at me...sort of like me with her right now...and I could piss her off more by refusing to pay for the ticket since i didn't actually get to see the show. &lt;br /&gt;Or i could go and wander around like a fuckin' idiot until i find them and spend the night pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet. &lt;br /&gt;My options rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a very angry post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOWIE!QUOTE: I like to end all my words of advice to any young musician like this: if it itches, go see a doctor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-114419189557693676?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/114419189557693676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=114419189557693676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/114419189557693676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/114419189557693676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/04/stay-for-while-while-you-look-for.html' title='Stay for a while, while you look for a whore'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-114326975211305035</id><published>2006-03-24T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:16.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give her one last kiss and Dive right out the window screaming</title><content type='html'>Aerosmith cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to find the splinters of my soul that scattered when I heard the news....This is gonna take a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and some more awesomely great news. I booked my flights today, all of them, for my trip to Europe which I will probably be chronicling in here...and I booked them on my moms credit card, with money that I don't have yet. But there were no worries...because I was going to get fulltime hours through until August when I leave. And today, I find out that Movie Gallery has decided to NOT renew the lease on the store. Meaning, as of June, we're all out of a job. This company blows goats...and enjoys it...regularly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a horribly pissy mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOWIEQUOTE!When you think about it Adolf Hitler was the first popstar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-114326975211305035?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/114326975211305035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=114326975211305035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/114326975211305035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/114326975211305035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/03/give-her-one-last-kiss-and-dive-right.html' title='Give her one last kiss and Dive right out the window screaming'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-114230816888387712</id><published>2006-03-13T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:16.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me your heart and I'll love you till Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I GOT MY COMPUTER BACK!!!!! And they saved most of my hard drive, which is fuckin' awesome. i mean, the stuff that i lost i'm pretty sure someone has anyway. so i'm okay with it. &lt;br /&gt;So what has happened since my last post? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rediscovered my love of Greg from CSI. He's such a geek and i have a total geekcrush on him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just catching up on Mari's posts in her blog and it made me sad. i want to call her and tell her that i understand, that i know what she means and that it goes away. all of it would be true except the last part. I'm still waiting for the hurt to go away, so far no luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really have anything to post other than i'm super excited for my trip this summer. it's turning out pretty fuckin' awesome. fuck is my favorite word ever by the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss writing the way i used to, where i didn't have to try. i don't like all of this trying stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm done 'cause i'm in a horrible mood and i'm not really sure why. Well that's a total lie but i don't want to rehash it in here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOWIEQUOTE!!!: You go through stages where you wonder whether you are Christ, or just looking for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-114230816888387712?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/114230816888387712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=114230816888387712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/114230816888387712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/114230816888387712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/03/give-me-your-heart-and-ill-love-you.html' title='Give me your heart and I&apos;ll love you till Tuesday'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-114134684637515054</id><published>2006-03-02T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:15.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No...no i'm not dead....but my computer is....and it just doesn't seem right to blog without it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back when it gets back.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-114134684637515054?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/114134684637515054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=114134684637515054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/114134684637515054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/114134684637515054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/03/no.html' title=''/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-114055937153175513</id><published>2006-02-21T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:15.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the space invader, I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you</title><content type='html'>RENT!&lt;br /&gt;I own it already because I am that cool and Beth and I ditched school to go buy it. For the record HMV is two dollars cheaper than Future Shop and WAY cooler. &lt;br /&gt;So school is back in session...And that really sucks. Yesterday all I did was start a new story in English instead of paying attention. Yes that's right a new story. And it's not even fandom based, it's a real story with people I made up. It even sort of has a plot, most of which I'm working out as I go. I was debating posting the first chapter on fictionpress but decided against it because I don't have a beta or a title or a summary and I'm far too lazy. &lt;br /&gt;In other news....Alright so I have no other news. I added another fandom to my roster though, I think that makes me even less cool than before but I'm strangely okay with that. It's all Beths fault, she wanted a story so I wrote her one, even if it's horrible and already going nowhere after only ten pages. I think that may be a new record. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Comic Day, just like every wed. But it's still exciting, especially because there's talk of Astonishing coming back soon. And that makes me very happy. &lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated note I really hope this Europe thing happens, it would be really cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOWIEQUOTE!!!ÂI've always been very chauvinistic, even in my boy-obsessed days. But I was always a gentleman. I always treated my boys like real ladies. Always escorted them properly and, in fact, I suppose if I were a lot older--like 40 or 50--I'd be a wonderful sugar daddy to some little queen down in Kensington. I'd have a houseboy named Richard to order around.Â&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-114055937153175513?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/114055937153175513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=114055937153175513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/114055937153175513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/114055937153175513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-space-invader-ill-be-rock-n-rollin.html' title='I&apos;m the space invader, I&apos;ll be a rock &apos;n&apos; rollin&apos; bitch for you'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-113994643421979214</id><published>2006-02-14T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:15.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's spent and I dig everything</title><content type='html'>Wow, so much has happened and I haven't told any of you about any of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, what to start with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Beth and I found a dog. It was running in traffic and we saved it. And by saved, I mean chased it down the street until we could convince it that we weren't going to hurt it. We put it in my car (which is now dog-hair central)and drove around where we found her to see if anyone was looking for a dog...they weren't. So we stopped at my house and picked up some dog food and then took her to Beth's house where she spent the night, we named her Rebel/Bowie/Dude/Ziggy...we couldn't make up our mind. The next day we were going to take her to the SPCA (and by we I mean Beth because i was too sleepy), but Beth called ahead and someone had already reported her missing. So the lady came and picked her up, apparently the dogs name was Ginger...our name was WAY better by the way. I'll post a picture of the dog when i upload them to my computer. Don't hold your breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played an AWESOME prank on my work. Originally it was going to be on Cory, because he flips out over the stupidest things...so i turned all of the movies on the New Release wall upside down. And in the middle of it Steph, my bud and assistant manager came in, she kept telling me Cory was going to snap and break something. So when she left I called Cory, and got him to help me prank Steph. Since he opened the next day and Steph was in at 3, I got him to pretend he got so mad that he fired me. The great part is that she fell for it. I mean, REALLY fell for it. She was super upset, and then i came in acting all pissed off, to return my movies and walk up to her and she's all sketched out. Then all i had to say was "I can't believe you fell for it..."....needless to say she's not talking to me right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else...Oh, Everyone who likes Yellowcard...or that type of music NEEDS Lights and Sounds, it's SUCH a good CD, what a good impulse buy. Of course, the other half of it...probably not the best idea. I bought the Mummy Trilogy for 20 bucks at HMV, in an awesome case thinger...20 bucks!! For three movies. I thought it good at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think f anything else, other than I totally plan on taping all the drawers and cupboards at work shut tonight. What can i say, I'm a shit disturber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOWIE QUOTE!!!: "I'm looking for backing for an unauthorized auto-biography that I am writing. Hopefully, this will sell in such huge numbers that I will be able to sue myself for an extraordinary amount of money and finance the film version in which I will play everybody."- David Bowie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah...happy valentines bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-113994643421979214?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/113994643421979214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=113994643421979214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/113994643421979214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/113994643421979214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/02/everythings-spent-and-i-dig-everything.html' title='Everything&apos;s spent and I dig everything'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-113972819166205417</id><published>2006-02-12T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:15.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant Star - just add water</title><content type='html'>Okay, I was going to rename my blog with a David Bowie quote...Or song lyric...But since all of my post titles are song lyrics...And I couldn't find the perfect fit...I decided to name my blog after a tshirt I saw...And wanted to own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my search for the awesome new title I came across some awesome Bowie quotes that just got me in trouble because I was laughing so hard I woke up my parents...How cool am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna post one with each new entry I think...And yes I know my obsession with David Bowie is somewhat....How should I put it....fucked up, but hey, I could be publishing my obsession with Peter Gabriel...So consider yourselves lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from work and I'm too pissed off to sleep right now. I hate getting called into work. Not that I had any wicked good plans or anything (that wicked-good was for you Clint) but I still like having a day off once in a while. And was especially pisses me off is that they can guilt me into it. It takes practically nothing, like two minutes of whining and complaining, the promise of a slurpee and I'm there. And it's always fuckin' Janie's shifts. ALWAYS. Jeff and I worked it out, and we've worked more of her shifts then she has. How cool is that? Also, I have to brag, because I'm a total idiot and I managed to turn every single movie in my store upside down tonight. I'm gonna get shit but it amused me for a good three hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was doing this, I found a David Bowie movie. A brand new one. It's a western. I'm excited to watch it, but I have five movies out on my account and so I couldn't take it home. Even though I won't get to watch any of the movies now, because I had to fuckin' work tonight....Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm done, so here is the fabulous Bowie quote of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're going to work in a whorehouse you better be the best whore in it" - Bowie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-113972819166205417?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/113972819166205417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=113972819166205417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/113972819166205417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/113972819166205417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/02/instant-star-just-add-water.html' title='Instant Star - just add water'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-113953321787222574</id><published>2006-02-09T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:15.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how I sighed when they asked if I knew his name</title><content type='html'>Okay, it is t minus.....not very long until the oscars and I still have tons of movies to see. Mainly Brokeback Mountain, the superbowl interfered with my last attempt to go see the genius that is Ang Lee. Stupid superbowl...even the half-time show sucked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I've heard so many good things about Capote that i really want to see that as well. And i know i need to see Syriana and Munich....even though i won't understand what the hell is going on in either of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Wallace and Gromit......SO GOOD. Almost as good as the Wrong trousers....but i don't think they can ever top that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another purpose for this post....oh right....since i'm obsessing over having every single song bowie has ever written....i've found a new best song by him...yes it exceeds space oddity and even the rise and fall....it's called Lady Stardust, presumably about the woman in Ziggy's life. Of course the more i listen to the song the more i think it's about a fan, or groupie i suppose. or someone who is just so infatuated with him that she loves his faults.....been there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently learned that my stocks are down. Not my real stocks of course...i have no idea how those are doing, or what they're in....I'm talking about my stocks at the Hollywood Stock Exchange. I currently have stocks in Ghost Rider (the movie), Pirates 2, and a Star bond with James Franco. All fo which have fallen. I'm disappointed that everyone is not as excited for those movies as i am. As for Franco, i can understand his fall...i mean really Tristan and Isolde....not so good, a step up from Sonny, but still not so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I didn't even cheat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsuperheroineareyouquiz/buffy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We saved the world. I say we have to party."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsuperheroineareyouquiz/"&gt;What Superheroine Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-113953321787222574?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/113953321787222574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=113953321787222574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/113953321787222574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/113953321787222574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-how-i-sighed-when-they-asked-if-i_09.html' title='Oh how I sighed when they asked if I knew his name'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-113908122879683998</id><published>2006-02-04T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:15.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun is warm but it's a lonely afternoon</title><content type='html'>This is the result of my boredom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.mn.rr.com/couplandesque/quizzes/zack.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.mn.rr.com/couplandesque/quizzes/sbtb.htm"&gt;Which "Saved By The Bell" Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's a relief because i REALLY didn't want to be Screech....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1030666755_CWINDOWSDesktopErinsStuffQuizPicturesJemlogo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Congradulations you are Jem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=57&amp;url=http://quizilla.com/users/Jemstar/quizzes/Which%20Character%20from%20Jem%20and%20the%20Holograms%20Are%20You%3F"&gt; Which Character from Jem and the Holograms Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a title="Quiz, Horoscope, Flash Games, Poems - Quizilla!" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=56&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...who knows any of the other hologram names off the top of their heads??? No one? That's what I thought....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Celebrity Sisters Are Mary-Kate and Ashley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/celebsistersquiz/olsen-twins.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funky, eccentric, and offbeat&lt;br /&gt;You're not a good girl or a bad girl, just a weird girl&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/celebsistersquiz/"&gt;Who Are Your Celebrity Sisters?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!! MK and A  RULE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B6B6C2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 80s Heartthrob Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D7D6DE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whosyour80sheartthrobquiz/john-stamos.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Stamos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whosyour80sheartthrobquiz/"&gt;Who's Your 80's Heartthrob?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 80's heartthrob??? He's my current heartthrob.....sorta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Indifferent Ex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofexareyouquiz/indifferent-ex.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not one of those girls who thinks about her exes - or even remembers them&lt;br /&gt;"Love 'em and Leave 'em" is your motto. And your break ups tend to be a clean break.&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice strategy to have, and guys appreciate your total lack of emotional baggage.&lt;br /&gt;But just a little reminder: it is okay to remember the good parts of your past, even with exes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofexareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Ex Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly true ....However...i seem to aqcuire stalkers way too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Song Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatlovesongareyouquiz/music.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderwall by Oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sure you've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;But you never really had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody feels&lt;br /&gt;The way I do about you now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what you want - but does that person want you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatlovesongareyouquiz/"&gt;What Love Song Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna leave this one alone.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Life is Like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatjohncusackmovieareyouquiz/grosse-pointe-blank.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grosse Pointe Blank&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatjohncusackmovieareyouquiz/"&gt;What John Cusack movie are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the one violent move he's in....sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SA/SAI/sailorqueen/1136340962_ssmoon_4_t.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8e1ab64)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Strong will and lots of courage, yet sensitive on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the inside Leta Sailor jupiter is your Sailor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scout Alway up for a good fight and never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;willing to give up but a softy on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=57&amp;url=http://quizilla.com/users/sailorqueen/quizzes/Which%20Sailor%20Scout%20Are%20you%3F"&gt; Which Sailor Scout Are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a title="Quiz, Horoscope, Flash Games, Poems - Quizilla!" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=56&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!! Everyone loved Sailor Jupiter....well i like Sailor Mars....but Sailor Jupiter got the good part of the song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...off to work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-113908122879683998?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/113908122879683998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=113908122879683998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/113908122879683998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/113908122879683998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/02/sun-is-warm-but-its-lonely-afternoon.html' title='The sun is warm but it&apos;s a lonely afternoon'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-113901033997228619</id><published>2006-02-03T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:15.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, when I was younger, I was sick a lot. I missed a lot of school, and a lot of far more important things. I hated it. I hated always being sick, but more than that I hated missing out on things. I had a bestfriend back then, who knew me by heart. I confided in her how much i hated both of these things and she smiled and said she knew. A week later, the second week of school, I broke my leg. The next day it was casted and I had to sit at home and not move whlie the cast set.&lt;br /&gt;That same day my bestfriend slammed her hand in a door so hard it almost broke all of her fingers. She was sent home from school, but she couldn't stay at home because no one was there, so arrangements were made and for the next three days she sat next to me on the couch, not moving.&lt;br /&gt;When I asked her what happened she grinned and said she wasn't paying attention, but everyone knew that door was heavy, the entire student body had been previously warned. I asked her why she was even at that door, it was out of the way of everything in our school. She smiled wider and said if I had to miss out on everything, then she would too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point of the story: I miss the fierce loyalty that comes with childhood friends.....and I wish I still knew her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-113901033997228619?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/113901033997228619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=113901033997228619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/113901033997228619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/113901033997228619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-to-capture-just-one-drop-of-all.html' title='Oh, to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-113893948271203095</id><published>2006-02-02T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:15.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar</title><content type='html'>I can't do this, and I don't know why I thought I could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-113893948271203095?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/113893948271203095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=113893948271203095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/113893948271203095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/113893948271203095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/02/bitter-comes-out-better-on-stolen.html' title='The bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-113884056137461210</id><published>2006-02-01T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:15.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My post just got deleted.....It was quite long......I'll try and write it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate school. That about covers it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have acquired a few new addictions. One being stupid pins. Not safety pins, thankfully. Just random stupid pins that I put on everything I own. Even my pencil case has a pin on it, A Johnny Cash pin at that. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank my buddy Beth for the sweet Batman pencil case...I will keep pencils in it always. Also, I have a newfound addiction to magnets...Now I'm not sure if it's only for Roman Dirge magnets, or all magnets in general, I'll keep you posted...Because I'm sure you give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ACADEMY THINKING??????&lt;br /&gt;You have GOT to be kidding me. &lt;- That was my reaction while reading the nominees for the 77th Academy awards. Now, let me clarify something, i am an Oscar's addict. I take it upon myself to see every movie nominated every year. I throw an Oscar party. I am the number one fanboy of the Academy Awards....but this is bullshit. Let's go through it by category shall we? &lt;strong&gt;Actor in a Leading Role&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquin Phoenix, Philip Seymour Hoffman, David Strathairn and Heath Ledger I can understand... But Terrance Howard????? At first I thought I read something wrong. Because he was amazing in Crash...Which is nominated in almost every other category....But Hustle &amp;amp; flow? They must have been watching some other movie because I saw hustle and flow. I got it free from work. I STILL wanted my damn money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supporting Role&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Dillon for playing a creepy cop....Makes sense, George Clooney...Well I haven't seen Syriana yet it's on my list though, William Hurt was good...Not Oscar good...But good, Jake Gyllenhaal...I just did something incredibly girly luckily you didn't have to witness it, Paul Giamatti????? COME ON!!! Not only did the movie suck, but he sucked in the movie, even if the movie was decent he still sucked in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actress in a Leading Role&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it's obvious that Keira Knightly is sleeping with someone very high up. VERY high up. The movie was bad and she just made it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supporting Actress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid from the OC was in Junebug.....That's all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animated Feature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually did a bit of a happy dance. Corpse Bride was AWESOME (even though my stupid work didn't get it on time), and Wallace and Gromit are always classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other thing I had a problem with was the Original Song Category:&lt;br /&gt;It's Hard out Here For A Pimp....This is when I realized that not only did the Academy sell out, but it's desperately trying to reach a younger audience.....At any cost. This makes me sad for society in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget what else I wrote about so I'll end it here and go work on my essays, I've been avoiding them successfully all day...I hate school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-113884056137461210?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/113884056137461210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=113884056137461210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/113884056137461210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/113884056137461210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-post-just-got-deleted.html' title=''/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-113863565847213243</id><published>2006-01-30T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:15.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As the World Falls Down</title><content type='html'>Okay, so i'm sitting here waiting to buy tickets to Aerosmith instead of going to class. I think it's a good decision, my mother on the other hand isn't too impressed, but she understands my need for these tickets, making her all the more cool in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pass the time i was reading all the blogs of all the people i know and like, which is few i assure you. On top of this most people don't update as often as i'd like them to. Not to say i'm setting an example but still.  Anyways, i was reading my big brothers blog, and have found that while the rest of the family is mentioned, i am not. Now, admittedly, i'm not as interesting as the other members of my family, what with Vickie's constant drama, Mom's jet-setting lifestyle, and Daddy's new boat....but still, you'd think i'd get a mention. Speaking of Daddy's new boat. That's right, my dad had a mid-life and bought a sailboat, something that he's always wanted and now he has - he rules. Also, i've been informed this requires me to take sailing lessons. I don't know whether or not to be excited about this. i mean, i like the water, but i sure as hell don't know what a jib is...this worries me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different topic, i don't like school. And not in the 'i'd-rather-be-surfing' way, although i would rather be surfing (nevermind that i don't know how), but as in the 'i-don't-know-why-i'm-there' way. I mean, sure everyone knows what they want to be when they grow up right? Wrong. I sure as hell don't, and while people are trying to help and tell me what i'm good at, that's just discouraging.&lt;br /&gt; Examples: A)Be a lawyer - Why? - Well you like to argue.&lt;br /&gt;... sweet. Yes i do like to argue, but is that enough basis for a career in law? i didn't think so either.  &lt;br /&gt;B) Be an English major - Why?- you get good marks in that class....once again.....sweet. And despite what my dad says MOST people with an English degree end up teaching, let me point out how much i DO NOT want to teach at all, ever.&lt;br /&gt;C) (my personal fave) Be a Nurse - Why? - Well....your moms a nurse, your sisters a nurse, everyone is a freakin' nurse....I DON"T LIKE PEOPLE. It's a widely known fact that people seem to laugh off, but it's true...and nursing is gross...and yeah...(insert jumping off bridge example here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So therein lies my dilemma, and what do i want to do with my life? Live like the people on the Fabulous Life Of....without having to work to do so. So any tips on how to do this....you let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-113863565847213243?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/113863565847213243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=113863565847213243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/113863565847213243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/113863565847213243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/01/as-world-falls-down.html' title='As the World Falls Down'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21610196.post-113841826287624351</id><published>2006-01-27T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:05:15.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Me</title><content type='html'>Well, this is...yeah, better than the other journal i have, trust me. So i have decided that this new journal won't be an ode to stupidface. My other journal was, and it was all angsty and belonged in a Dawson's Creek episode. So...no longer ode to stupidface, from now on....an ode to me....or something like that. And i'm sure i'll have something interesting to write....tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21610196-113841826287624351?l=religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/feeds/113841826287624351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21610196&amp;postID=113841826287624351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/113841826287624351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21610196/posts/default/113841826287624351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://religiouslyunkind.blogspot.com/2006/01/ode-to-me.html' title='Ode to Me'/><author><name>Mugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150280887892412422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvUgeJRaod4/SWVm7-ukrhI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZUjF18QJokc/S220/4094452.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
