<?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-8500614</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:22:14.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>emma rants</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-114636772895892228</id><published>2006-04-29T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T01:53:50.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Be Dead - Snow Patrol</title><content type='html'>[ 1 ] Rather than staying up all night partying, I stayed up subscribing to NPR news podcasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 2 ] I'm a vegetarian with a leather iPod case.  I didn't choose it, but I really do like my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 3 ] I could've gone to the theatre to see Silent Hill or something new and cool, but I stayed home to watch a documentary on civil rights movements in the 60s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 4 ] My haircut makes me look like Paul McCartney.  He looks like a chick anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 5 ] It's a Friday evening, and I'm on MySpace. And I'll be spending a good half of my weekend in a coffee shoppe by myself with a book on Watergate. Need I say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-114636772895892228?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/114636772895892228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=114636772895892228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114636772895892228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114636772895892228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-to-be-dead-snow-patrol.html' title='How To Be Dead - Snow Patrol'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-114600756670314681</id><published>2006-04-25T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T19:26:06.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Speakers Push the Air - Pretty Girls Make Graves</title><content type='html'>Some stuff has happened--stuff that doesn't make me feel too great.  I didn't consume two boxes of chocolate-chip cookies this time.  Do I get a pat on the back or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to shake it all off yesterday.  I took a walk on the dopey little trail along the creek behind my house.  Wallowing in self-pity felt good for a while.  But, as my luck would have it, the mood was killed.  One minute I'm admiring the sunset on the water--that would be the same water that supposedly passes through the sewage-treatment plant.  There are rumours of entirely new colours found in the cesspool we call "Red Run."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, one minute I was admiring the sunset on the water, the next minute...   I turn around to see this big, ugly dog growling and coming STRAIGHT at me.  I screamed bloody murder and ran like hell.  The owner of the dog happened to be cutting the grass on the church property I was trespassing on.  Because his damn dog nearly took out my right calf, he was very congenial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't so painful.  Going vegetarian is really quite easy.  I'm not craving a Big Mac (not that I ever have), and I'm getting plenty of protein.  I still feel like I'm going to pass out, but that has nothing to do with the lack of animals in my diet.  And every time I stand up or turn my head, I can feel the blood gush and pound.  Maybe I need my coffee.  And a really big hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-114600756670314681?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/114600756670314681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=114600756670314681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114600756670314681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114600756670314681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2006/04/speakers-push-air-pretty-girls-make.html' title='Speakers Push the Air - Pretty Girls Make Graves'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-114554282966637753</id><published>2006-04-20T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T10:26:27.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Between the Bars - Elliott Smith</title><content type='html'>Chinese take-out and a movie: Danielle and my new tradition, and my new favourite way to get a sodium-induced bloody nose at ten o'clock in the morning. Large quantities of bread-coated chicken and strange, semisolid "gravy" are nowhere near healthy--let alone nutritional. But that's okay. I basically lived at her house yesterday (again), and it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I need to get some exercise, or something. The weather is beautiful. It's nicer in the evening, when I can sit outside without being blinded by the sun. Maybe I'll go for a walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, more likely, I'll end up watching M*A*S*H re-runs on the couch with a jar of peanutbutter. Huzzah for couch potatoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-114554282966637753?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/114554282966637753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=114554282966637753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114554282966637753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114554282966637753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2006/04/between-bars-elliott-smith.html' title='Between the Bars - Elliott Smith'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-114514897534878859</id><published>2006-04-15T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T21:01:07.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Always Knew - Tilly and the Wall</title><content type='html'>I am rediscovering my love for reading, playing guitar, art, and everything else I used to love before I got distracted by the internet, boys, and food.  As a matter of fact, I've barely been online today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm two-thirds into &lt;i&gt;Nickel and Dimed&lt;/i&gt; by Barbara Ehrenreich.  It's really a great book.  Ehrenreich, a reporter, "quits" her life and experimentally joins working-class America.  In her book, she reveals the struggles millions of American earning minimum wage.  It's disturbing, and it's very humbling.  Not only do these people need to work two jobs to &lt;i&gt;survive&lt;/i&gt;, but the work is mentally and physically exhausting in every case.  After her experiences waitressing and scrubbing floors, Ehrenreich says there are, in fact, no "unskilled" jobs after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my only problem is how to properly allot my freetime, millions of people are scrubbing toilets for ten hours a day, only to come home to fast-food and a growing stack of bills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-114514897534878859?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/114514897534878859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=114514897534878859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114514897534878859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114514897534878859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-always-knew-tilly-and-wall.html' title='I Always Knew - Tilly and the Wall'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-114498182317375040</id><published>2006-04-13T22:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T00:13:06.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago - Sufjan Stevens</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;font-family:small fonts;font-size:7;"  &gt;I fell in love again&lt;br /&gt;all things go, all things go&lt;br /&gt;drove to Chicago&lt;br /&gt;all things know, all things know&lt;br /&gt;we sold our clothes to the state&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind, I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of mistakes&lt;br /&gt;in my mind, in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dilemma. I want to read Wicked,&lt;br /&gt;Black Cross, Nickel and Dimed: On Not Getting By in America, Catch-22, Atlas Shrugged, Six Degrees of Separation, Mao: The Unknown Story, and American Dynasty &lt;u&gt;all at once&lt;/u&gt;. I want to finish them all! But I just cannot pry myself away from this screen. It is really quite terrible. So, on the car ride to &lt;b&gt;wherever&lt;/b&gt; my parents decide to go, I'm going to finish at least two books.  I &lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; to!  So many books, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must read.  Must keep myself busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-114498182317375040?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/114498182317375040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=114498182317375040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114498182317375040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114498182317375040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2006/04/chicago-sufjan-stevens_114498182317375040.html' title='Chicago - Sufjan Stevens'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-114489807971526181</id><published>2006-04-12T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T09:45:09.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Scene is Dead - We Are Scientists</title><content type='html'>So today I aced a pop quiz in English, without actually reading the three chapters in &lt;i&gt;A Tale of Two Cities&lt;/i&gt;.  I really &lt;u&gt;was&lt;/u&gt; going to read them.  How about a round of applause for paying attention in class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Dickens gets paid by the word, so it's the most tiresome, prolix book ever.  I heard he had to write it in a set amount of time, so Dickens didn't work very hard at developing the characters.  Lucie Manette, seemingly one of the centeral characters, is known only to be kind, blonde, and pretty. C'mon, Charlie, you can do better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany and I went to Deebe's Coffee Bar after school.  Her iced latte was crummy, but we had fun.  Then we hung out at the used bookshop next door.  Brittany, coffee, and cheap books. How can I go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as I am going through some kind of emo funk, I still feel like crap.  It's this constantly looming feeling.  I want it to go away, but I exacerbate it with junk food and lack of activity.  Go me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-114489807971526181?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/114489807971526181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=114489807971526181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114489807971526181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114489807971526181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-scene-is-dead-we-are-scientists.html' title='This Scene is Dead - We Are Scientists'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-114465124444048220</id><published>2006-04-10T02:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T02:40:44.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bends - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>This is the first time I've listened to Radiohead and not sobbed myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I feel pretty content.  It's a bit warm outside, and there are a bunch of trains in the distance.  It's 2:20 in the morning.  I can't sleep at all, but it feels really good.  I've been playing solitaire and inspecting the inside of my eyelids since 11:00.  Nobody's awake.  It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this "week" will go by fast.  Tuesday is a half-day, and I have Thursday and Friday off.  So that's only 2.5 days of forcing smiles and being patient.  Then, next week, it's Chicago, or maybe Toronto.  I'm happy either way.  I ordered a "War is Peace" t-shirt and a Decemberists shirt, so I'm happy about that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the little things: chili fries at Theo's Diner, warm nights, distant trains.  I'm happy tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-114465124444048220?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/114465124444048220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=114465124444048220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114465124444048220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114465124444048220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2006/04/bends-radiohead.html' title='The Bends - Radiohead'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-114427698507147811</id><published>2006-04-05T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T19:44:45.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon - My Bloody Valentine</title><content type='html'>I love Danielle.  She made my crappy day a little better.&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee height="100" direction="up"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/danielleemma2.jpg" width="230px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/624701365_l.jpg" width="230px"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/624683037_l.jpg" width="230px"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-114427698507147811?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/114427698507147811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=114427698507147811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114427698507147811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114427698507147811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2006/04/soon-my-bloody-valentine.html' title='Soon - My Bloody Valentine'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-114419329064026583</id><published>2006-04-04T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T19:34:52.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead</title><content type='html'>PMS is bad.  Bad, bad, bad.  But my decreasing sucess rate in &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt; can't just be hormonal, and it can't just be luck.  Everything is lousy, everyone is lousy.  The weather is lousy.  My nails are lousy.  The week is lousy.  Guys are lousy.  Girls are lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really lost a lot of drive.  No surprise.  While I envy my over-achieving friends, I really have no desire to follow in their footsteps.  Motivation=gone.  Class is stupid.  I daydream for hours, which leads me to think more about the cute indie sophomore and less about keeping track of what little homework I care to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking, "Next week I'll turn things around!"  Next week I'll write &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; neatly on my homework, next week I'll organise my binder, next week I'll pay attention in class.  Take some pride in stuff I already know, right?  It doesn't happen, and with good reason.  Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've begun letting my eating get out of control.  Chocolate is great, and there's so much of it.  I see myself changing quickly, and it's frightening.  My skin isn't clear anymore, and I never feel good.  I have self control, but no reason to use it.  Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about anything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-114419329064026583?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/114419329064026583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=114419329064026583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114419329064026583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114419329064026583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2006/04/fake-plastic-trees-radiohead.html' title='Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-114402112908490828</id><published>2006-04-02T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:20:28.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do the Whirlwind - Architecture in Helsinki</title><content type='html'>I'm changing some things about my blog.  I'm sick of writing soley to get the most comments possible.  So, to force myself to get back on the "writing" track, I totally deleted the comment feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a new layout.  No "about me," no links that nobody visits anyway, etc.  It's quite cute, if I do say so myself.  It'll be easy to change, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I write more from the heart, I'll eat less chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-114402112908490828?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/114402112908490828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=114402112908490828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114402112908490828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114402112908490828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-whirlwind-architecture-in-helsinki.html' title='Do the Whirlwind - Architecture in Helsinki'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-114312012457774101</id><published>2006-03-23T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T08:22:04.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>M*A*S*H theme - various artists</title><content type='html'>So, &lt;i&gt;weeks later&lt;/i&gt;, Shane and I finally spoke.  I mean, really talked about it.  Seeing as it's all over, it should've been one of those "How could you do this to me?!  You can have all that stuff back, I never want to talk to you again!" sort of conversations.  In consistency with our personalities, it was pretty unconventional.  I'm keeping his lava lamp (mwahaha), we're still hanging out, and we're on friendlier terms than we were for the last half of our relationship.  Oh, and according to him, his uberly cool friend likes me.  ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we talked about the cute indie sophomore I've been oogling like crazy.  I discovered he wasn't completely in the market, so Megan and I walked to Wallgreens, splurged on chocolate chip cookies (extra chunky, fo sho), caramel, and cupcakes, then drowned ourselves in teenage angst.  In all honesty, we really just wanted the junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is starting to sound like a &lt;a href="http://www.questionablecontent.net" target="_blank"&gt;Questionable Content&lt;/a&gt; sketch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-114312012457774101?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/114312012457774101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=114312012457774101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114312012457774101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114312012457774101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2006/03/mash-theme-various-artists_23.html' title='M*A*S*H theme - various artists'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-114208898945936379</id><published>2006-03-11T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T19:01:18.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstacle 2 - Interpol</title><content type='html'>Kylyn's coming over to cut my hair, so I was forced against my will to clean my room today.  I took some photos to show the redecorating progress.  In other news, I'll be switching to LiveJournal as soon as I can figure out all the overrides.  I'm thinking I'll use this blog for photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;marquee height="100" direction="up"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/Picture001.jpg" width="240px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/Picture002.jpg" width="240px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/Picture003.jpg" width="240px"&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-114208898945936379?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/114208898945936379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=114208898945936379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114208898945936379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114208898945936379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2006/03/obstacle-2-interpol.html' title='Obstacle 2 - Interpol'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-114170042374640491</id><published>2006-03-06T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T22:00:28.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Une Année Sans Lumiere - The Arcade Fire</title><content type='html'>I hate men. I don't hate all men.  1/3 of my closest friends are men.  But it's amazing how selfish and insensitive men can be. And being an asshole is one thing, but blaming women for your insensitivity?! I'm sorry; that is too much. I thought men wanted to "take care of their woman" and all that jazz? Whatever happened to that? I think it's fake. What they really mean is, "Just wait on us without question and don't expect anything like moral support or extensive simpathy."  Not that they could &lt;i&gt;SPELL&lt;/i&gt; half of those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.  I need something really fattening and sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-114170042374640491?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/114170042374640491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=114170042374640491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114170042374640491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114170042374640491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2006/03/une-anne-sans-lumiere-arcade-fire.html' title='Une Année Sans Lumiere - The Arcade Fire'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-114104414921427661</id><published>2006-02-27T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T07:42:29.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting of the Sun- Ben Jelen</title><content type='html'>Mmm..  A good cup of coffee and the news -- what a great way to start my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied.  I feel like shooting myself in the face for drinking another cup of this crap.  Instant coffee is terrible.  Now I'm anxious &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; my stomach hurts.  And the second, greater source of my anxiety decided to skip school today.  I really needed to talk to him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I like to enhance my mood when I get like this.  Crappy coffee, Radiohead &amp; the Killers, and lots of futile introspection make it even stronger.  Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-114104414921427661?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/114104414921427661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=114104414921427661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114104414921427661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114104414921427661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2006/02/setting-of-sun-ben-jelen.html' title='Setting of the Sun- Ben Jelen'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-114062831403409203</id><published>2006-02-22T11:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T09:57:41.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing the Frame - Coheed and Cambria</title><content type='html'>First, shut up.  I like Coheed and Cambria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I have a mental image for you.  I'm in Evansville, Indiana, sitting at my grandmother's kitchen table in a room crowded with potted plants and books.  The Emma is sporting Vans (without socks), a green striped shirt, and a pink flowery bathrobe.  If only I had a camera..  It's quite a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, the video I had here got deleted.  Too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-114062831403409203?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/114062831403409203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=114062831403409203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114062831403409203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/114062831403409203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2006/02/crossing-frame-coheed-and-cambria_22.html' title='Crossing the Frame - Coheed and Cambria'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-113952579786736234</id><published>2006-02-09T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:59:13.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Brew - Cream</title><content type='html'>Zomg, today was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; a prep rally, err, pep rally--which I generally despise--but it was fun today!  Missing Mr. Nethercott's class was the best.  Steve, Kim, and I were three of the twenty students (out of 1800) not dressed school-spirit-ish.  As you can see, Mariah was all decked out. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;marquee height="100" direction="up"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/peprally1.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/peprally2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/peprally3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the retarded pep rally, I went out to eat with Shane and his ninja friend Lahib.  I've had enough coffee to poison a small animal.  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_rofl.gif"&gt;  So that was fun too.  Good days are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, tomorrow is... ROYAL OAK!  =]  And I get to see Andreana for the first time since Christmas~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-113952579786736234?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/113952579786736234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=113952579786736234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113952579786736234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113952579786736234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2006/02/strange-brew-cream.html' title='Strange Brew - Cream'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-113936118519325649</id><published>2006-02-07T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:42:52.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm Love-Van Morrison</title><content type='html'>A lot has changed since I last updated (back in the dark ages, I know).  For one, I discovered I absolutely love shopping. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_eek.gif" /&gt; Don't kill me.  I think I've gone shopping three times in the past week, and it's fun. And the rainbow striped scarf I bought was totally worth $20--even though it got caught one of my 23948230498 necklaces and tore. And I got this kickass army-type jacket for $15, and it's awesome.  'Kay, I'm done now.  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_4laugh.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-113936118519325649?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/113936118519325649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=113936118519325649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113936118519325649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113936118519325649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2006/02/warm-love-van-morrison.html' title='Warm Love-Van Morrison'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-113798899506044367</id><published>2006-01-22T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T23:03:15.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays - Daphne Loves Derby</title><content type='html'>So, we get new classes tomorrow.  I don't know a good half of the freshmen at my school (there's like, 500 of us?), so I'm going to be meeting a lot of people tomorrow.  It's like the first day of school--all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really nervous, but I'm definitely not looking forward to it.  I'm just sick of everybody.  I'm tired of being patient and understanding and tolerant, and not getting the same thing in return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-113798899506044367?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/113798899506044367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=113798899506044367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113798899506044367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113798899506044367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2006/01/sundays-daphne-loves-derby.html' title='Sundays - Daphne Loves Derby'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-113754524671599859</id><published>2006-01-17T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T19:47:26.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funerals on Film - Andy and the Pandies</title><content type='html'>So instead of studying, I'm having an allergic reaction to my stupid cat, updating my blog, and thinking about a boy.  It's the story of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-113754524671599859?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/113754524671599859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=113754524671599859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113754524671599859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113754524671599859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2006/01/funerals-on-film-andy-and-pandies.html' title='Funerals on Film - Andy and the Pandies'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-113694618756379703</id><published>2006-01-10T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T16:32:30.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Sarah Said -- Death Cab for Cutie</title><content type='html'>I'm stealing Rory's idea of using the song I'm listening to for post titles.  I'm sure he forgives me. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_mrgreen.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Danielle made an interesting comment. I doodled &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; over my jeans with rainbow-coloured sharpies, and my clothes didn't really match (band shirt over a pink/purple stripey sweater thing). "I don't think I could ever dress like that. I'd feel self-conscious. But you dress like &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;!" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it, and I think I &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; dress like "me".  I don't feel stupid. I don't &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; I look stupid.  I thought a little more, and it put me in one of those high-off-life kind of moods.  I love being me, albeit my many flaws.  I like mismatching clothes and making my own jewelry.  I like how I snort when I laugh and how I bawl through sad movies.  I like how I talk too much and annunciate every syllable. ("wow lolz u talk liek ur 40!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not incredibely original or anything, but I'm happy.  Self-confidence comes and goes--like everything else, but I think I'm doing good. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_whee.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-113694618756379703?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/113694618756379703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=113694618756379703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113694618756379703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113694618756379703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-sarah-said-death-cab-for-cutie.html' title='What Sarah Said -- Death Cab for Cutie'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-113677232471119713</id><published>2006-01-08T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T21:05:24.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The End.</title><content type='html'>Shane and I amicably and mutually ended our relationship.  I don't know how I feel yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-113677232471119713?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/113677232471119713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=113677232471119713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113677232471119713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113677232471119713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2006/01/end.html' title='The End.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-113659922639816043</id><published>2006-01-06T20:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:44:16.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dictionary of Emma</title><content type='html'>I've taken to inventing words, mostly because I've been unable to speak properly due to lack of sleep and too many chocolate chip cookies.  Among the words I've unintentionally created are "laffy" (&lt;i&gt;adj.&lt;/i&gt; happy and laughing) and "medly hevel" (&lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt; an alternative to the overused 'heavy metal').  Here's a word I want you all to memorize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Malevulgoriancenessism - osophatetopicalgraphic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt; series of rashes and yellow-green lumps on the lower portion of one's cerebrum and pectorals, due to cirrostratus clouds, high tides, and yogurt containing over 3.45689734509813092345 kilowatts of ground cannabis leaves. &lt;i&gt;Malevulgoriancenessismosophateotopicalgraphic&lt;/i&gt; can be outwardly recognized by an increased craving for pickle juice and a heightened interest in pencil shavings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-113659922639816043?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/113659922639816043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=113659922639816043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113659922639816043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113659922639816043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2006/01/dictionary-of-emma_06.html' title='The Dictionary of Emma'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-113599667755740315</id><published>2005-12-30T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T21:37:57.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Kristin's House!</title><content type='html'>I am spending the night at Kristin's house, and we're having a fabulous time doing absolutely nothing together.  Haha.  We know how to have fun.  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_wink.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, Kristin, what shall we say in my blog?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh..  This is why &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; don't have a blog."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we can be creative!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, no we can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan on successfully slicing an apple in half (inside joke), watching two movies, aaaand..doing what we do best; absolutely nothing.  We're skilled professionals, with years of on-the-spot job training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we've quickly run out of things to say.  Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-113599667755740315?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/113599667755740315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=113599667755740315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113599667755740315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113599667755740315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello-from-kristins-house.html' title='Hello from Kristin&apos;s House!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-113513886104581534</id><published>2005-12-20T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T17:37:14.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Working Class Hero is Something to Be</title><content type='html'>Shane's being emo, and I think I pissed Skyler off.  It's been a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-113513886104581534?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/113513886104581534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=113513886104581534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113513886104581534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113513886104581534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/12/working-class-hero-is-something-to-be.html' title='A Working Class Hero is Something to Be'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-113452642960362686</id><published>2005-12-13T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:45:09.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Pretty, Oh so Pretty..</title><content type='html'>Today was &lt;b&gt;awesome&lt;/b&gt;.  Excluding yelling at Kasey at 7:00 in the morning.  Whenever she screws up, it's somehow &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; fault.  But that's not going to ruin my fabulous day. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek helped me with a poem on friendship for my English class.  Well, he pretty much did the whole thing for me.  I'm poetry illiterate, and Derek is t3h awesomeness when it comes to the creative aspect of writing.  I had to dumb it down, so as not to get caught.  It was one of the best poems I've ever read, and I shall post it later. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Derek to this ice cream joint to return the favor.  We had milkshakes that tasted like cookie dough and watched Dakota do card tricks.  I think we spent an hour and a half there, doing absolutely nothing.  I think we scared Shane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan and her brother were outside, so we stopped by.  She tried to kidnap me!  With Shane's help, they tried to pick me up and drag me inside to play Halo 2. =P And she got snow in my hair.  Grr.  I love Megan. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, that's was my day.  It's really &lt;u&gt;no different than usual&lt;/u&gt;, but for some reason, today was better.  I love friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-113452642960362686?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/113452642960362686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=113452642960362686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113452642960362686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113452642960362686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-feel-pretty-oh-so-pretty.html' title='I Feel Pretty, Oh so Pretty..'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-113407726895282430</id><published>2005-12-08T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T16:30:27.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I give you..KICK.</title><content type='html'>I'm updating. =] Happy now, Derek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Kasey and I figured something out. Teenagers create their own problems because we are bored. It is completely logical. We have too much energy and time on our hands, so we subconsciously give ourselves something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prime example of this would be my good friends Kasey and Nick.  Wait, it would not be; they actually have a &lt;i&gt;problem&lt;/i&gt;. Normally I would not broadcast my friends' issues on the internet, but A) I have their permission, and B) it is already all over their livejournals anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will cut to the chase, because my feet are cold, and I am hungry. Kasey and Nick were best friends for a very long time. Nick is highly competitive. In their relationship, it was always a fight. Kasey got tired of Nick's attitude and told him to change the way he was treating her. Nick felt that he would be compromising his character and interfering with his overall potential in life. Kasey and Nick came to the mutual decision to end their friendship. Recently, &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; unintentionally brought them together. Well, Nick's revelation of feelings toward me did.  Kasey and Nick &lt;i&gt;sort of&lt;/i&gt; resumed talking.  This provoked Kasey to make an uncomfortable and slightly confusing conclusion and an equally confusing analogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conclusion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kasey and Nick cannot be friends because it is too difficult.&lt;br /&gt;-Kasey and Nick cannot be enemies because they were too close.&lt;br /&gt;-Kasey and Nick cannot be acquaintances because they know too much about each other.&lt;br /&gt;-This bizarre and unconventional relationship needs a name.  Kasey + Nick = Kick.  Kick.  Fitting, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Analogy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;Kick&lt;/i&gt; is like a cat-mouse relationship.&lt;br /&gt;-Nick is the cat.&lt;br /&gt;-Kasey is the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;-I am the shelter the mouse is hiding in.  I am in the middle of it all.&lt;br /&gt;-The cat eats the mouse. Nick will win this fight. &lt;br /&gt;-The cat is left with no food, and the mouse is dead.  Nick will have no one.&lt;br /&gt;-The house is destroyed in the process.  I dislike conflict, fighting, and pain.  This could be dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The End&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;EDIT:&lt;/i&gt; I removed most contractions to give myself something to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-113407726895282430?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/113407726895282430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=113407726895282430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113407726895282430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113407726895282430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-give-youkick.html' title='I give you..KICK.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-113292881885986002</id><published>2005-11-25T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T12:23:42.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was good.  There was plenty of food, plenty of family, and plenty of hiding out in my room.  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_xd.gif" /&gt;  I did enjoy myself, and I got a new template done.  I originally wanted pink and black, but I have a reputation to protect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my mother to sit down for &lt;u&gt;two whole hours&lt;/u&gt; for the first time in weeks.  Dad was kind enough to order &lt;i&gt;Collateral&lt;/i&gt; from Netflix for me, and I got Mom hooked. I'd forgotten how great that movie was. It gets you thinking. Granted, not very deeply, but you think more than you would in your average shoot-'em-up film. I cried at the end (shut up), even though the good guy won. That's what is so neat about &lt;i&gt;Collateral&lt;/i&gt;. They have you pondering, "Was Tom Cruise all that bad?" Yes, he went around shooting people. But imagine his way of life! He's so alone, and so unhappy (and so darn good-looking). You can't help but like this movie. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm off to Hippie Bretty's house to play some video games and make fun of Keanu Reeves's bad acting.  You wish you could waste time like we can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Off-Topic&lt;/b&gt;:  You should all check out &lt;a href="http://www.jeffbeck.com/" target="_blank"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt;'s music.  He's sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-113292881885986002?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/113292881885986002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=113292881885986002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113292881885986002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113292881885986002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-113217958225795846</id><published>2005-11-16T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T17:19:42.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma's Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;[17:10] Mobius1Strip: ... Tell me... a story!&lt;br /&gt;[17:11] ecbiss47: =O What kind of story?&lt;br /&gt;[17:11] Mobius1Strip: Anything that you want to say!&lt;br /&gt;[17:11] Mobius1Strip: About anything&lt;br /&gt;[17:12] ecbiss47: Well... Today I walked home and it began to snow.  I froze my ass off.  The 7-Eleven coffee was truly revolting.  Snowflakes kept getting caught in my eyelashes.  I came home, stuck my hands under hot water and burned them, for I had lost all feeling in my fingertips.&lt;br /&gt;[17:13] ecbiss47: Then I opened the cupboard door on my head.&lt;br /&gt;[17:13] ecbiss47: The end.&lt;br /&gt;[17:13] Mobius1Strip: Wow.  That was epic&lt;/blockquote&gt;Summary of my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-113217958225795846?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/113217958225795846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=113217958225795846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113217958225795846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113217958225795846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/11/emmas-story.html' title='Emma&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-113185100211820146</id><published>2005-11-12T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T22:06:04.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crimson and Clover..</title><content type='html'>I don't know, Crimson and Clover's stuck in my head.  ^^  It's been a really good week, methinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my day off at Salvation Army with Kristin. It's amazing what you can find there. I spent $20 (the remainder of my weekly 7-Eleven money from the parental unit), and walked out with a new pair of bellbottoms, some sw33t plaid pants, junk for my room, and a t-shirt with a llama. Don't ask. Why everyone doesn't bargain shop, I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was great. The school's radio crew held a promotional "party", if you could call it that. Thirty or fourty of us showed up to watch &lt;u&gt;Star Wars: Episode Three&lt;/u&gt; in room twenty-six. Nourishments included shitty pizza, cookies, and popcorn. Kenney, Shane, Kasey, Anthony, Derek, Bretty and all my favorite g33ks (I love you all) came. Joe's going to pay for repeatedly sticking his smelly feet in my lap, though. Watching Star Wars at school on a Friday night is slightly uncool, but it was hella fun. If you didn't come, you missed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other recent news, I'm getting A+'s in all but one class.  I have an A- in 10 CP English.  I'm quite happy.  =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A side note: You should all stock up on &lt;a href="http://www.rapsnacks.com/"&gt;Rap Snacks&lt;/a&gt;. They be pimpin', dawg. Get 'em them at Dollar Town.  And while you're there, buy me one of the incense burners they have. I'm broke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out, homies.  And stay in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-113185100211820146?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/113185100211820146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=113185100211820146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113185100211820146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113185100211820146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/11/crimson-and-clover.html' title='Crimson and Clover..'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-113142701639784955</id><published>2005-11-07T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T20:49:04.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear I shall never mention it again.</title><content type='html'>Chris, a boy in my first hour, enjoys sharing all his problems with me. Each day he waltzes in and plops down in the desk beside mine. Chris gives me daily updates on the girl he likes, his awful history teacher, and how badly marching band auditions went. Growing increasingly tired of his whining, today I bluntly told him I spent my weekend crying over a boy for the first time in my life. For once, he had nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired of thinking about it all. I've gone over it in my head so many times, and I'm still baffled. Everything happens for a reason.  But the more I think about it, the more I see it's not even &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; important in the long-run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; learned several things from this experience. I should not second-guess my emotions so frequently. As Derek plainly (but wisely) put it, "Just because you have intelligence doesn't mean you're above human emotion". Contrary to what I've believed for years, I'm not too good to be a teenager &lt;b&gt;or&lt;/b&gt; to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite how petty and small this situation is in its entirety, my friends are right there with ice cream, silly songs, and everything else to cheer me up.  Through encouraging words and the like, I've learned just how many people care about me; I feel great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, and most importantly, I've learned how it feels to be hurt, and I'm no longer sad.  By recounting the knowledge I've gained, I see everything in a positive light. For instance, the events of the past weekend--as trivial as they may seem to you--have brought me closer to some of my friends/readers, now that they know I'm actually &lt;i&gt;human&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's past midnight; I am finished.  I may not be immune to human emotions, but I don't have to dwell on them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-113142701639784955?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/113142701639784955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=113142701639784955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113142701639784955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113142701639784955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-swear-i-shall-never-mention-it-again.html' title='I swear I shall never mention it again.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-113123983632322765</id><published>2005-11-05T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T10:38:47.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls and Boys</title><content type='html'>Tonight I'll tell a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl meets Boy. Boy lives in Ireland. Boy is witty, intelligent, conversational, good-looking, and he plays guitar. Girl gets sick on Christmas holiday one year. Girl stays in the house all week talking to Boy. Girl and Boy become good friends. Girl, naturally, likes him. In fact, Girl likes him more than she's ever liked anyone. Girl keeps it to herself for months. She finally confesses to Boy, and Boy feels the same as Girl. Girl is happier than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, Boy gets a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl thinks that Boy's actions undermine any feelings Girl thought Boy had for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is crushed. Boy tells Girl he still likes her, but cannot bear the distance. Reality comes crashing down on Girl. Girl is sad, confused, hurt, angry, frustrated, and hysterical. Boy feels bad. Girl cries some, gets a bit of fresh air, and clears her head out--somewhat. Girl spends the rest of the day holding back tears and convincing herself he's just a silly boy. Girl fails miserably. Girl blogs about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just &lt;u&gt;not fair&lt;/u&gt;. Girl can't even get mad at anyone. Girl trusts that Boy really &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; like her. She can't blame Boy for wanting someone he can really hold and kiss. Girl also can't blame her parents for living in Detroit rather than Dublin. Girl can only stand by and think about Boy and Boy's Girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl is sick of people, boys, and Detroit. She's also sick of school, friends, and drama. Most of all, Girl is tired of crying. Her stomach hurts, her head hurts, and her heart hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-113123983632322765?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/113123983632322765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=113123983632322765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113123983632322765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113123983632322765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/11/girls-and-boys.html' title='Girls and Boys'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-113062809631781235</id><published>2005-10-29T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T19:21:54.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This week sucks.</title><content type='html'>I have a party to go to in half an hour.  I don't even want to go.  I'm dizzy and my head hurts.  I don't know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-113062809631781235?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/113062809631781235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=113062809631781235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113062809631781235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113062809631781235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-week-sucks.html' title='This week sucks.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-113037465899939224</id><published>2005-10-26T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T20:57:39.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>This could possibly be the slowest week &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;. So much drama--and it's only Wednesday. I can't even blog because it's so personal. The watered-down version of it all is something like this: My parents are stressed, my friends are stressed, and I'm stressed. We're all short-tempered and snapping at each other. Then we get defensive and snap at each other more. It's a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not what's bothering me.  I can't tell if my parents are really nagging me &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; than usual, or if I'm turning into a full-fledged teenage girl.  It's &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; scary.  I take pride in having a good relationship with my parents.  I don't want that to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably being melodramatic.  [sigh]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-113037465899939224?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/113037465899939224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=113037465899939224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113037465899939224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113037465899939224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-only-wednesday.html' title='It&apos;s only Wednesday.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-113002701103143662</id><published>2005-10-22T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T20:26:33.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lists pwn.</title><content type='html'>I'm lazy, and I have a lot to cover, I'm going to go easy on myself tonight and update my blog in list format. I did make pretty GIFs for bullets, so I haven't completely slacked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/bullett.gif" align="middle" /&gt; First and foremost, you should all &lt;a href="http://www.macombdaily.com/stories/102005/loc_parishioners001.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;read&lt;/a&gt; about what's going on at my parish. Why? Because I said so. The long and short of it is: our new pastor is mean and irresponsible, and the parish finds him even worse than our previous pastor. Bondo spent $25,000 moving his office to another building so he didn't have to go outside. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_stare.gif" /&gt; He also fired our nun while she was on sick leave--a day after her surgery. However, the fact that this story made the front page three days in a row is pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/bullett.gif" align="middle" /&gt; I'm bummed. I could've played paintball today. I could be at Shane's LAN party. I could also be at the anime convention with Dave and DJ. But no.. I'm here. Doing laundry and surfing. What is wrong with me? &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_xd.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/bullett.gif" align="middle" /&gt; I made my confirmation last Monday.  Seeing everyone from my old school reminded me of how much I &lt;i&gt;don't&lt;/i&gt; miss them.  I did get to wear my Mary Tyler Moore outfit and feel all special.  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_xp.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/bullett.gif" align="middle" /&gt; My haircut came out decently. It requires a bit more styling than the last one did. When I simply straighten it, it looks a bit shaggy--and I'm tired of the shaggy look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/bullett.gif" align="middle" /&gt; Tomorrow I will barely be home. I'm going to Greektown for pizza (w00t!), then to Kristin's house. I'll be helping her practice for volleyball tryouts. To get into universities, I should probably be playing a sport also. I don't think you can put inline skating on your college application. I'll just do some community service to make up for my lack of athletic ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, see you all later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-113002701103143662?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/113002701103143662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=113002701103143662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113002701103143662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/113002701103143662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/10/lists-pwn.html' title='Lists pwn.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112933717859183915</id><published>2005-10-14T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T20:46:18.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my~!</title><content type='html'>Topic #1: I'm getting my hair chopped off tomorrow. Wish me luck. I really only want a trim, but I don't know if my hairdresser can manage that. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_xd.gif" /&gt;  I'll post some photos if it comes out halfway decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic #2: School is getting particularly boring.  I've taken to writing out songs in l33t during 1st hour.  Health sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/l33ts0ng1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt; more news, but it will have to wait for tomorrow evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112933717859183915?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112933717859183915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112933717859183915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112933717859183915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112933717859183915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-my.html' title='Oh my~!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112899015591323568</id><published>2005-10-10T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:22:35.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Formal Appology, and Other News</title><content type='html'>Please consider this my formal and public appology for my previous PMS- and/or sugar-induced posts. Last week sucked, and this week isn't looking much better. Therefore, I also appologize in advance for anything stupid I say or do to you. I think that covers everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we're redoing my bedroom. There's lots of red and burgundy (my favorite colors ^^) and I'm going to eventually hang up all the posters I've collected. I'll post some photos after my dresser and bookshelf are painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the new template: I realize it sucks, and I realize it's girly, and I also realize that the pink hurts your eyes. Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord of the Flies&lt;/i&gt; awaits. I'm beginning to really like 10 CP English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112899015591323568?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112899015591323568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112899015591323568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112899015591323568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112899015591323568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-formal-appology-and-other-news.html' title='My Formal Appology, and Other News'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112863820414287095</id><published>2005-10-06T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T19:57:59.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Good Days.</title><content type='html'>I'm having a good day. There's nothing special about it. I'm unusually content, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I wandered around for hours with some new friends. I got home sometime inbetween 4:30 and 5 o'clock. In junior high, I didn't realise what a difference good friends--not just people you sit with at lunch--can make. I'm much happier this year, and I'm certain that having people I really enjoy being with has something to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By my junior year I will be as tired of my fellow students as I was in junior high, but for now I'll take advantage of the good company I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wonder why it took me an entire month to even come close to writing about my new school. I think it's beecause this is more personal subject than I'm used to writing about. As less and less things &lt;i&gt;happen&lt;/i&gt; in my life, I have to restort to blogging about more private issues. Hopefully this blog won't turn into a full-fledged livejournal sort of thing.  My life isn't dramatic enough for that, but I'm working on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112863820414287095?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112863820414287095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112863820414287095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112863820414287095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112863820414287095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-3-good-days.html' title='I &lt;3 Good Days.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112855155899355077</id><published>2005-10-05T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T18:32:39.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Endings..</title><content type='html'>First, my apologies, my last post probably only made sense to about three people. It was poorly written; I emphasized all the wrong aspects of that miserable day and choked out my main point--how horribly I handle my emotions, along with my basic responsibilities. Lucky for me, I fixed everything that needed fixing today.  I believe that everything happens for a reason--even my random outbursts of fury, crying fits, and everything else unusually dramatic that took place yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112855155899355077?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112855155899355077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112855155899355077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112855155899355077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112855155899355077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-endings.html' title='Happy Endings..'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112846745203313128</id><published>2005-10-04T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T06:07:49.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caffeine and Sugar.  Stay away.</title><content type='html'>Today was interesting. Until dinnertime, I was running on crappy 7-Eleven coffee, two granola bars, and a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious at the time.  I was giggly and hyper all day.  I skipped in the halls, danced to Bee Gees songs in 3rd hour, sang Elton John in 6th hour, then had more coffee on the way home.  Very smart.  Uppon arriving at my house, I went online and chatted, where I proceded to sing and fall off my chair (literally) with laughter for a few more hours.  (And I had more cookies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was downhill from there.  See, there's this thing called a blood-sugar level. When it drops, bad things happen.  Sugar and caffeine are my weeknesses (along with musically-gifted males and dark chocolate).  But they are the truth serum of nature--no joke.  Be afraid, be &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; afraid.  Oh, and the less sleep you get, the more susceptible you are to the evils of sugar and caffiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the only thing in your blood is a significant amount of caffeine and sugar, your brain is not happy.  My patience took a nosedive.  That kid in 4th hour that bumps your desk?  Oh yeah, he's gonna hear about it.  Those morons that stand in the middle of the hallway?  Dead.  Thankfully, if you have enough junkfood, you can blame all of your outbursts on the sugar the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of appologizing to do..&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_stressed.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I don't know how to handle everything yet.  A whole boatload of responsibilities have been handed to me, and I didn't fully realize the massiveness of the situation until today.  &lt;b&gt;I scared myself&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout junior high, my grandmother was here to make me breakfast, and it was the bus driver's job to get me to school on time.  Now I suddenly have to get up before everyone else and make my own breakfast.  Being late is suddenly a looming possibility--with consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my old school, I had enough homework to keep me going all evening.  I automatically cranked out my assignments around the time I came home; there was nothing special about it.  Now I get home much earlier, and I have so little homework that I can whip through it before I go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating breakfast and doing homework at a reasonable hour seems easy enough, right?  That's what I thought.  After my sugar high passed, I--with the help of my parents--realised what habbits are beginning to take control.  I can manage my grades, but I haven't learned how to disciplin myself anywhere else.  It's going to take a lot of effort on my part to act like a responsible freshman (oxymoron?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, feel free to laugh at how silly my problems are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112846745203313128?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112846745203313128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112846745203313128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112846745203313128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112846745203313128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/10/caffeine-and-sugar-stay-away.html' title='Caffeine and Sugar.  Stay away.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112827434558094537</id><published>2005-10-02T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T13:32:25.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This layout is temporary, I assure you.  I'm just experimenting with different layout styles.  I can't have a gigantic menu div with this one, so I'm not sure I'll keep it.  The colors suck anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112827434558094537?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112827434558094537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112827434558094537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112827434558094537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112827434558094537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-layout-is-temporary-i-assure-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112773006999172196</id><published>2005-09-26T06:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T06:22:22.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>=O It's raining.</title><content type='html'>"Why is she tell us the weather in Detroit?" You ask. Well, you try thinking of a better title at six o'clock in the morning. Haven't had coffee &lt;i&gt;or&lt;/i&gt; food yet, so I'm still walking into things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my parents dragged me to Frankenmuth yesterday. Frankenmuth is a little touristy German town. Despite my total disinterest in German culture and cuisine, I had fun. I got an Andy Griffith Show poster. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_heart.gif" /&gt; I also bought a poster of an old Spam advertisement. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_xd.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's &lt;a href="http://www.bronners.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Bronner's&lt;/a&gt;, the world's largest Christmas store, located in Frankenmuth, Michigan.  I have no further comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you'll excuse me, I get ready for prison*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112773006999172196?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112773006999172196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112773006999172196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112773006999172196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112773006999172196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/09/o-its-raining.html' title='=O It&apos;s raining.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112709493753838450</id><published>2005-09-18T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T17:49:27.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been busy! Sort of.</title><content type='html'>The current state of my social life is one of the many reasons I haven't been blogging much lately (besides pure laziness); that state being that my social life actually &lt;i&gt;exists&lt;/i&gt;. I'm meeting plenty of people, and making friends easily. My grades are doing quite well, and I'm enjoying my first year of high school. It's all most &lt;i&gt;too good to be true&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, everything as a negative side. My opinions and personality are changing by the minute, and all the preconceptions I've believed for years are falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't judge a book by it's cover," and "It's what's inside that counts," are lessons that we're taught from the time we're old enough to understand &lt;u&gt;Mister Rogers' Neighborhood&lt;/u&gt;. It's scary how easily I forgot that, especially when I've just been thrust into a building full of eighteen-hundred strange kids and told to make friends. I didn't even realize I was judging by appearances until yesterday, when I was forced to socialize with people whom I assumed I had nothing in common with. I left the situation with four new friends and an entirely different perspective of the people I'd orginally categorized as 'preps'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, kiddies, the morals of the story are:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; don't know everything.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt; don't know everything.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;3. Be prepared to realize that, 'cause God knows I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some preps still &lt;i&gt;suck&lt;/i&gt;.  Like those who are especially &lt;b&gt;self-centered&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_sad.gif"&gt;  My inability to judge character, combined with my tendency to be overly sensative, gives me much grief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112709493753838450?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112709493753838450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112709493753838450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112709493753838450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112709493753838450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/09/ive-been-busy-sort-of.html' title='I&apos;ve been busy! Sort of.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112575701014700087</id><published>2005-09-03T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T10:16:50.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday girl.</title><content type='html'>My family and friends tell me I'm a very difficult person to shop for, so I mostly got money this year.  I wonder what my grandma will think when I tell her I spent her check on &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/thewhitehouse.23988717" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112575701014700087?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112575701014700087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112575701014700087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112575701014700087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112575701014700087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/09/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday girl.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112519124839930436</id><published>2005-08-27T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T21:07:28.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago!  My kind of town..</title><content type='html'>I just love Chicago. :D  We've been shopping and eating out since Friday afternoon.  We had Chicago deep dish pizza for dinner last night (and breakfast today), and we ate at the Webber Grill Restaurant for lunch today.  It was fabulous.  Restaurants, cute guys, vintage shops..  I could definitely live here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112519124839930436?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112519124839930436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112519124839930436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112519124839930436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112519124839930436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/08/chicago-my-kind-of-town.html' title='Chicago!  My kind of town..'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112506007677558523</id><published>2005-08-26T08:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T08:41:16.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nail polish takes forever to dry, and it's irritating.</title><content type='html'>The title has little to do with my post, but I felt it was something that needed to be expressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_mrgreen.gif" /&gt;  Turns out we &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; going to Chicago. w007! Then we'll be in Gary, IN at my relatives' summer house for the rest of the weekend. Shopping, restaurants, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; the beach; this rocks.  No, I will not be sunbathing.  I made sure to pack extra sunblock and a hat.  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_whee.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, good bye to everybody I forgot to say bye to yesterday.  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112506007677558523?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112506007677558523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112506007677558523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112506007677558523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112506007677558523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/08/nail-polish-takes-forever-to-dry-and.html' title='Nail polish takes forever to dry, and it&apos;s irritating.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112476078570685986</id><published>2005-08-22T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T21:36:05.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo.</title><content type='html'>Because I'm lazy, and because nobody is commenting anyway, my latest update well be a quiz.  w007.  Sorry, John, I'm more goth than I am prep.  ^^  ...and it says I'm hot? What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g33ks pwn j00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Geek/Nerd&lt;/b&gt;. Haha! ok. go computer geeks!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Geek/Nerd&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='47' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;47%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Goth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Hot&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' 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size='1'&gt;Jock&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='0' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;0%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Stoner&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='0' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;0%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=4385'&gt;What Highschool Clique Do You Belong To?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112476078570685986?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112476078570685986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112476078570685986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112476078570685986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112476078570685986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/08/yo.html' title='Yo.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112462804571035275</id><published>2005-08-21T08:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T08:43:11.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Father Brian?</title><content type='html'>We have a new pastor at our church.  You (Rory and Carrera, mainly. :P) remember Chef Brian from &lt;a href="http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/" target="_blank"&gt;CTRL+ALT+DEL&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_mrgreen.gif" /&gt; Our new pastor is just like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can't honestly say I pay attention during sermons, so there's a chance I missed a few connectors, but what do you make of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, it's the middle of summer.  Many of us are still thinking about heat, humidity, and vacations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This reminds me of the reading comprehension tests I took in first grade.  Now pick which word doesn't fit in the group...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..and vacations.  And today the reading has us focus on leadership."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; From the season, to leadership.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I came back from La-La Land, he's reciting information he obviously found on Google about hiding the Arc of the Covenant in a cave. Then he says Peter is the Rock and we need a visible leader in the church.  Did I..miss something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like sermons that you have to pay attention to in order to understand. The message should be short, direct, and preferably mentioned in the first 3 sentences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112462804571035275?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112462804571035275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112462804571035275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112462804571035275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112462804571035275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/08/father-brian.html' title='Father Brian?'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112406288168466913</id><published>2005-08-14T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:41:21.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice has kittens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_4laugh.gif" /&gt; Janice now has two adorable kitties.  Cholo is the black one, and Mickey is the gray one.  Aren't they the cutest things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/kitty1.png" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/kitty4.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/kitty2.png" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/kitty3.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112406288168466913?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112406288168466913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112406288168466913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112406288168466913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112406288168466913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/08/janice-has-kittens.html' title='Janice has kittens!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112405843632669837</id><published>2005-08-14T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:12:41.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a party!   ...</title><content type='html'>I'm very happy right now, despite being in the middle of sorting/backing up files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a party last night. Yes, I did indeed leave the house. w007. Go me. I was the only non-sporty person there. So while the rest of them discussed sprawling techniques, I stayed inside with the guys that liked System of a Down too and fixed my friend's computer. After they were done talking sports it was fine, and I did have fun. I need to get out more. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_xd.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got one of those paper lanterns for my room. Red, of course. It'll go well with my room, when we eventually paint it. We have to figure out how to hang it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and Anna have been experimenting with grilling. What this has to do with the rest of this post, I have no idea.  Anyway.  They did beercan chicken today. To make a long recipe short, you basically shove a beercan up the chicken's rear end and stand them upright on the grill. It was quite good. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_whee.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; random note, "Gone" by tobyMac is really cool.  And I don't even like tobyMac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112405843632669837?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112405843632669837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112405843632669837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112405843632669837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112405843632669837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-party.html' title='It&apos;s a party!   ...'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112388302007340244</id><published>2005-08-12T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T17:43:40.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what...</title><content type='html'>I am the proud owner of Adobe Photoshop 6! Birthday present. ^^ Ph33r me.  Of course, my graphic art will still suck.  At least it will give me something to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112388302007340244?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112388302007340244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112388302007340244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112388302007340244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112388302007340244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/08/guess-what.html' title='Guess what...'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112377822652461630</id><published>2005-08-11T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T13:06:39.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek Girls Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/chixor-babydoll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that shirt.  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_xd.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My birthday is August 30th, in case, you know, you wanna buy it for me.&lt;/i&gt; C'mon.  You know you want to. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_wink.gif"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_heart.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112377822652461630?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112377822652461630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112377822652461630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112377822652461630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112377822652461630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/08/geek-girls-rock.html' title='Geek Girls Rock'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112361304919346122</id><published>2005-08-09T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T16:54:27.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>H4x0rz 4r3 c0mm1ng 70 k331 j00.</title><content type='html'>I'm reading a book called &lt;i&gt;Masters of Deception: The Gang that Ruled Cyberspace&lt;/i&gt;.  It's fascinating, and it's &lt;u&gt;nonfiction&lt;/u&gt;. It describes how these hackers, though they're illegally intruding, are not doing it for criminal purposes, but rather for information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my friend about the book on the phone.  Of course she doesn't listen to me.  Even when a nonfiction book, my uncle, AND wikipedia all say the same thing.  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112361304919346122?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112361304919346122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112361304919346122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112361304919346122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112361304919346122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/08/h4x0rz-4r3-c0mm1ng-70-k331-j00.html' title='H4x0rz 4r3 c0mm1ng 70 k331 j00.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112353228900960296</id><published>2005-08-08T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T15:51:19.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sunlight=highly overrated.</title><content type='html'>I have a number of announcements to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: I can no longer be bothered with 'tanning'. I have better things to do. And all of those things don't require ever leaving the house. (Netflix, TiVo, and amazon.com. What more could I want?) Plus, the sun causes my highlights to fade. (We can't allow that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: I burned my tongue on coffee I bought at the library today.  What that has to do with anything, I'm not sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112353228900960296?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112353228900960296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112353228900960296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112353228900960296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112353228900960296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/08/sunlighthighly-overrated.html' title='sunlight=highly overrated.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112344941284201207</id><published>2005-08-07T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T15:51:44.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>updates..</title><content type='html'>I changed the name of my blog, for a number of reasons.  'Emma Rants' is boring, I know, shut up.  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_stare.gif" /&gt;  And I got a new layout.  This one won't last long.  It looks lousy in Mozilla; I didn't anticipate the endless scrolling.  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_sweatdrop.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with those changes comes the back-to-school season. I'm going to high school this year. New school, new people, new classes.. I'm not too worried. I think..&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/icon_neutral.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112344941284201207?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112344941284201207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112344941284201207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112344941284201207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112344941284201207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/08/updates.html' title='updates..'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112234211007071467</id><published>2005-07-25T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T15:52:09.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy, busy...</title><content type='html'>Well, I should write about what I've been doing since I last updated.  But, frankly, I haven't done anything of interest.  Got the new Harry Potter book, played some video games (okay, maybe they're not as stupid as I thought they were..), and tried to catch up with all my emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean, if you've ever been a governor of a state, you understand the vast potential of broadband technology, you understand how hard it is to make sure that physics, for example, is taught in every classroom in the state. It's difficult to do. It's, like, cost-prohibitive."&lt;br /&gt;    -- The Educator-in-Chief, like, speaks. Washington, D.C., Jun. 24, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*  I just thought that was funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112234211007071467?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112234211007071467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112234211007071467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112234211007071467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112234211007071467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/07/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy, busy...'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112121533547469243</id><published>2005-07-12T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T15:52:35.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem Child.</title><content type='html'>No matter what I do, it's wrong.  I swear the older I get, the more my parents LOOK for things I'm doing wrong.  I can't buss the table properly, I can't clean my room properly, I can't water the plants properly, I can't hang up my clothes properly, and the list goes on.  This is REALLY irritating, but it's only gonna get worse.  But I'm a lazy slob, right?  Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112121533547469243?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112121533547469243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112121533547469243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112121533547469243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112121533547469243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/07/problem-child.html' title='Problem Child.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112103869620326817</id><published>2005-07-10T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T15:53:01.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up, Noor.  The Matrix has you.</title><content type='html'>NOOR! If you're reading this, there's something seriously frickin wrong with your phone.  I've been trying to call you for a week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112103869620326817?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112103869620326817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112103869620326817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112103869620326817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112103869620326817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/07/wake-up-noor-matrix-has-you.html' title='Wake up, Noor.  The Matrix has you.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112102673857839877</id><published>2005-07-10T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T15:53:15.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better living through chemistry.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I believe taking 20 pills with harmful side affects every day is bad for you. And yes I believe in antibiotic resistance and such. But this whole if-it's-a-chemical-it's-bad thing? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought another tanning product and my mom was less than thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mom: "I don't see why you just can't go outside!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Getting skin cancer is NOT a top priority, Mom."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Emma, skin cancer is a result of years of exposure.."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah, so if I do this for years, I'll DIE."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "But that tan stuff is chemicals!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "UGH! WHATEVER"&lt;/blockquote&gt;All chemicals aren't bad, people. Wtf do you think lotion, shampoo, and asprin are? Chemicals. Vitams, protein, and the pigment in your hair? Chemicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of my family is into this anti-chemical thing. My grandmother is reading "Natural Cures that 'They' Don't Want You to Know About". Summary of the book: stupid Californian tells the paraniods of the world that drug companies are crooks and everything--include taking a SHOWER--is bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's the flouride and the chemicals in the water!  Oh deary me..FLOURIDE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family dearly, but this better end soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112102673857839877?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112102673857839877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112102673857839877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112102673857839877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112102673857839877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/07/better-living-through-chemistry.html' title='Better living through chemistry.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112076785859703783</id><published>2005-07-07T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T15:53:36.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Granny, what shimmery armpits you have!</title><content type='html'>I'm working on a collage of magazine pictures for my room.  I came across a page full of cosmetics and skin products.  One product was: Secret Platinum Protection Antipersperant/Deoderant in "Beach Shimmer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the F@#K would want their armpits to shimmer!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112076785859703783?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112076785859703783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112076785859703783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112076785859703783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112076785859703783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/07/granny-what-shimmery-armpits-you-have.html' title='Granny, what shimmery armpits you have!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112058211657278887</id><published>2005-07-05T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T15:55:15.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>too nice for my own good.</title><content type='html'>Just when you think somebody is really your friend, you realize everybody just wants someone that will listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being nice to everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112058211657278887?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112058211657278887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112058211657278887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112058211657278887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112058211657278887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/07/too-nice-for-my-own-good.html' title='too nice for my own good.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-112049979816110267</id><published>2005-07-04T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T15:56:47.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tanning! omgz!!!!!!111oneoneoneoneoneone</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;They&lt;/i&gt; (the infamous &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt;) say that you'll get skin cancer from exposure to the sun.  Then &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; say that SPF is bad for you.  Then &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; say that the sun is good for you.  Then it's bad for you.  And we're back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 minutes ago I applied Neutrogena MicroMist Tanning. I have betrayed The Pale. =P I only put it on my legs. That way, I'll just wear jeans all week (as usual) if it turns out blotchy, stripey, or that hideous orange color. I'm currently freezing my @$$ off sitting in front of an air conditioning vent in my underwear, waiting for this stinky crap to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-112049979816110267?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/112049979816110267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=112049979816110267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112049979816110267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/112049979816110267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/07/tanning-omgz111oneoneoneoneoneone.html' title='tanning! omgz!!!!!!111oneoneoneoneoneone'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111999280495752385</id><published>2005-06-28T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T17:25:46.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God it's HOT.  SO FRICKIN HOT!  *ahem*  We took this little trolley around the city and it was...well, really hot.  And I rode the subway for the first time today! We were only on for about 2 minutes, but still cool.  I could never live in this city.  Too many tourists.  Chicago is just as hot, but I still like it better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111999280495752385?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111999280495752385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111999280495752385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111999280495752385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111999280495752385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/06/god-its-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111991846576469323</id><published>2005-06-27T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T20:27:45.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in D.C.! Woo hoo! The car ride was fantastic.  I did nothing but listen to Green Day for 12 hours straight. ^^  We made good time, and driving through the middle of downtown D.C. was so chaotic it was almost comical.  Nobody paid attention to the normal traffic and it was bumper to bumper with 30 billion joggers everywhere.  We're just gonna crash tonight.  Ciao!  ...Thank goodness for high-speed internet.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111991846576469323?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111991846576469323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111991846576469323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111991846576469323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111991846576469323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-in-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111982264100782307</id><published>2005-06-26T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T17:50:41.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm off to Washington D.C. tomorrow! Yay! Talk to you all again on Saturday.  :)  I'm bringing the laptop, so maybe I can blog a bit.  Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111982264100782307?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111982264100782307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111982264100782307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111982264100782307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111982264100782307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-off-to-washington-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111949072685941714</id><published>2005-06-22T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:42:14.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been staring at my computer all day.  T_T  I'm researching hosting.  In the midst of doing everbody else's websites, I would like my own (not on blogger..-_-). Dad's been trying to get off the computer, but I'm still searching... I've been looking at &lt;a href="http://pick-me.net/" target="blank"&gt;pick-me.net&lt;/a&gt;, but all the hostesses seem like they're pretty harsh to n00bs.  I know diddly squat about FTP and MySQL and hosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes.. The layout. I assure everyone that this is a temporary layout.. Trust me. I just wasn't satisfied with the other one. (As usual.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111949072685941714?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111949072685941714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111949072685941714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111949072685941714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111949072685941714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-been-staring-at-my-computer-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111895848608724507</id><published>2005-06-16T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T17:48:06.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be updating this a &lt;b&gt;lot&lt;/b&gt; more now that summer is here and there isn't anything to do.  I can only work on websites for so many hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Malin&lt;/b&gt; is coming home tomorrow!  Yaaay! :)  Everybody pray that she had fun at the confirmation camp.  On the subject of confirmation camps..  WtF is the point of that?!  Do you seriously need to spend two weeks with your peers JUST to prepare for a priest telling you that you have accepted the Holy Spirit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my sister's lovely friends are coming over tomorrow.  Kristin is coming over and she will help me if at any point I have to entertain them.  (gulp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different topic, I can't even do nothing all day now.  If I don't move all day, I can't sleep (as was evident last night).  So now I actually have to make a conscious effort to get some sort of physical activity every day.  That seriously &lt;b&gt;bites&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might start jogging or something.  I'll run on the treadmill first..  I basically haven't run more than 5 minutes in.. over a year.  (Around the same time, coincidentally, I discovered IMing and HTML.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.  I'm off to do other things on my very busy schedule.  (right.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111895848608724507?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111895848608724507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111895848608724507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111895848608724507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111895848608724507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/06/ill-be-updating-this-lot-more-now-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111886992010559732</id><published>2005-06-15T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T17:16:34.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm updating. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation went well. The mass wasn't too long, and I did surprisingly well him in my high heels. ^^ The dance was fun. They played pretty lousy music most of the time. One Green Day song (American Idiot, of course.. -_-). But, nevertheless, I stayed the whole time. They had free food. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a great summer; I can tell already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Dad: Hey sweetie, how was your first day of summer?&lt;br /&gt;    Me: Great!&lt;br /&gt;    Dad: What'd ya do?&lt;br /&gt;    Me: I...got up. [long pause] And.. I ate a peice of toast. [another long pause]&lt;br /&gt;    Dad: So it's gonna be one of those summers, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I love doing nothing. If I was efficient, I would be working on Paulie's and Janice's websites. But I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my last dentist appointment for 6 months.  Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you start learning the names of the tools your dentist uses and you remember which days he has off, you should wait a few months for your next appointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111886992010559732?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111886992010559732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111886992010559732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111886992010559732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111886992010559732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-updating_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111840534493368532</id><published>2005-06-10T07:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T08:09:12.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god.  This is the last day of many things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never again:&lt;br /&gt;- eat lunch with my school friends&lt;br /&gt;- wear a uniform&lt;br /&gt;- ride a bus home&lt;br /&gt;- have a class with &lt;a href="http://carrera-woo-hoo.blogspot.com"  target="_blank"&gt;Carrera&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://truthseekershere.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Artemis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- see Fr. Mike directing traffic in the parking lot&lt;br /&gt;- get to see my Keanu Reeves shrine when I open my locker&lt;br /&gt;- be at the same school as my sister (I will always graduate when she is entering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should feel very sentimental, but I really don't.  I'm just tired and glad to be able to chill out for three months.  I'll have a lot more time to play guitar, learn more French, &amp; teach myself to cook.  And of course, plenty of time to sit here and do nothing all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111840534493368532?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111840534493368532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111840534493368532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111840534493368532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111840534493368532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111792816462902019</id><published>2005-06-04T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T21:19:04.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so almost everything for graduation is set. I've got my dress, my shoes, my jewelry, and a new hair cut is on the way.  My shoes kick ass..literally.  They're these black hooker high heels that I can barely walk.  XD  I could seriously kill somebody with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. for the haircut:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/hairstuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?  Not too bad, right? I can't stand my hair long.  The swatch of hair is the color highlights I'm considering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111792816462902019?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111792816462902019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111792816462902019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111792816462902019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111792816462902019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/06/okay-so-almost-everything-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111742121153311530</id><published>2005-05-29T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T22:46:51.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New template for a new season.. Yes, summer is here. [singing].. and the time is right for dancin' in the street.. [/end singing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is almost over!  As soon as final exams are finished (two Wednesdays from now, or something like that), it's smooth sailing to carefree summer days!  I'm glad my parents don't sign me up for that summer camp junk.. Summer is about doing nothing all day, every day, for two months.  Why throw sports, outdoors, and other kids into it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's friend Paul had is annual Memorial Weekend BBQ.  Twas quite fun, actually.  He had more people over, and they were fun to talk to.  Watched a bit of the Indy 500, and a bit of Nascar (yuck), played his Peavey guitar (very nice, but I still suck), and ate WAY too many potatoe chips, brownies, chex mix, and ice cream.  (I'm a sucker for junk food.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll sit outside; do my homework, catch some rays, relax..  My life should get interesting sometime soon.  Right..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111742121153311530?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111742121153311530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111742121153311530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111742121153311530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111742121153311530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-template-for-new-season.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111694509787408190</id><published>2005-05-24T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T10:31:37.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my GOD I need a vacation.  What a horrible end to the year.  And it's not even over yet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance at my high school sucked.  It was a 'mixer', but no one was 'mixing'.  We all stayed with our school.  I introduced myself to quite a few people, and they all ignored my friend and I..  It sucked.  Then I got locked out of the cafeteria and had to bang on the door for an entire minute before anybody heard me.  -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still catching up on homework and paperwork I missed (since last TUESDAY @ the award ceremony), and it's only piling up MORE.  I had to cancel my guitar lesson yesterday because I had so much.  And we have two tests today (and finals haven't even started yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule for this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday:&lt;/b&gt; guitar (canceled that), dinner (parents are having a friend over), homework, study for two tests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/b&gt; Make up guitar lesson if there's a spot available, homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/b&gt; graduation practice, homework, study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday:&lt;/b&gt; Cedar Point field trip (more on that later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday:&lt;/b&gt; dentist appointment first thing in the morning. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday:&lt;/b&gt; walk for Cancer or something like that, then church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday:&lt;/b&gt; weed the backyard.  Woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done complaining now.  ^^;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111694509787408190?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111694509787408190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111694509787408190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111694509787408190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111694509787408190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-my-god-i-need-vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111659084769205317</id><published>2005-05-20T08:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T08:07:27.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okie dokie.  Long long LONG week.&lt;br /&gt;Monday: guitar lessons&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: trip to Lansing&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: high school orientation&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: half day/shopping with Melynda&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 8th grade 'mixer' dance @ high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won an essay contest (10th place  ^^;), so the winners and their teachers got to go to Lansing for  breakfast, a baseball game, a limo ride, lunch, presentations by state legislative officials, and a boat ride.  The breakfast was just donuts and coffee.  The baseball game was cool.  The winners got to sing the national anthem &amp; we got autographed balls from the Lansing Lugnuts (minor league team).  The limousine obviously kicked ass...  It was a hummer.  :D  The speeches by a lobbyist, the secretary of agriculture, the mayor of Lansing, and the secretary of state were pretty interesting.  A lobbyist would be a cool job.  Mom says she could easily see me doing that.  The lunch was okay, and the boat ride was nice.  All in all, I had fun.  We also got a $250 check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been paying for it every since.  I've had triple the homework.  &gt;&lt;  Still haven't finished it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with Melynda went well.  I wanted a Led Zeppelin shirt, she wanted a Ramones shirt.  I don't even listen to the Ramones, and she didn't like Led Zeppelin.  Guess who compromised. -_-  Me.  Well, the shirt looks cute with my shoes.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance tonight should be interesting.  I get to meet all the 8th graders that I'll be going to high school with next year. My friend K can't go.  She has golf lessons, and her dad feels she "doesn't need to go."  -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework time. xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111659084769205317?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111659084769205317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111659084769205317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111659084769205317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111659084769205317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/05/okie-dokie.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111560205448981870</id><published>2005-05-08T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T21:27:34.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New site. :)  Just click 'home' for those of you who are only looking @ my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111560205448981870?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111560205448981870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111560205448981870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111560205448981870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111560205448981870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-site.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111525077243838109</id><published>2005-05-04T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T19:52:52.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know everyone is tired of me saying how much I can't wait for this school year to end.  Hell, I'm tired of me.  Everything irritates me now..  This is probably normal, but it's certainly not common among my friends.  But none of us tell eachother anything, so how would I know?  I just want to go away from everybody.  Maybe then I'll appreciate the fact that I even HAVE friends, school, and teachers.  Maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111525077243838109?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111525077243838109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111525077243838109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111525077243838109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111525077243838109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-know-everyone-is-tired-of-me-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111513154082002264</id><published>2005-05-03T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T19:49:46.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at school.  Carrera's pissed.  She spent quite a bit of time editing the memory book &amp; the teacher went off and did it herself.  I can understand why, but it's certainly not fair to Carrera after she was told it was her responsibility.  Well, at least the grammar gave her a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our confirmation interviews!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I had Fr. Mike as my interviewer.  It was really easy!  We just joked around a lot and I knew most of the answers anyway.  The lady in the religious education office was making me nervous.  She kept walking back and forth and making sure none of the other kids were telling us what it was going to be like.  -_-  She could lighten up a little bit, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna wants to take drum lessons, but when she found out you had to learn on a pad, she wasn't so sure.  :P  She's thinking she's gonna start a band right now.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not eaten junk food since Saturday!  Woo hoo!!  ^^ I'm proud.  I've also been biking.  Now I just gotta keep this up.  sigh.  Last time it only lasted 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well, this is nonsensical.  Ciao, guys.  xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111513154082002264?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111513154082002264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111513154082002264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111513154082002264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111513154082002264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-at-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111498630037806463</id><published>2005-05-01T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T18:25:00.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a new month!! Finally!!  Gosh what a terrible month April was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I've given up junk food.  Yes, I know.  I probably can't do it.  I can try.  My immune system is for shit without all the junk I eat.  I also biked 5 miles today.  :D *is proud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom says I need to get more sleep and exercise more 'cause my immune system is so terrible.  She's right, but sleep and exercise suck! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. a few more things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm gonna dye my hair this summer.  Red.  I don't want to cut it.  I like it how it is now, I've decided.  I will just re-highlight it, but brighter.  The school I am going to next year is public, so it will alow it. :)&lt;br /&gt;2. I want to paint my room.  Dark purple/gray. :)  Or, I could leave it blue, and just buy new curtains and a new quilt. I was thinking of a bright orange quilt.. :P  Or bright red..  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111498630037806463?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111498630037806463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111498630037806463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111498630037806463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111498630037806463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-new-month-finally-gosh-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111456226957041126</id><published>2005-04-26T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T20:37:49.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick for the 4th time this year.  T_T  BUT I can't stay home.  There are too many exams.  *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to a holocaust museum tomorrow. I hate going to museums with lots of people.  Everything is so hurried.  There is no time to read things.  But, tomorrow, we get to talk to a holocaust survivor.  That will be cool.  Then we have to write a report on it for Confirmation..  See?  Something good happens, then something bad happens.  -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took forever to pick an outfit for the field trip.  I had a friend help me, and we finally narrowed it down to a blue or a pink shirt with a white skirt.  Then, I hear it's supposed to rain tomorrow..  So, I'll just wear my standard black shirt &amp; black pants.  ^^  I know..  Pitiful excuse to wear black in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, people..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111456226957041126?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111456226957041126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111456226957041126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111456226957041126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111456226957041126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-sick-for-4th-time-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111378575976931867</id><published>2005-04-17T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T20:55:59.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a great end to a horrible week.  No, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one of the worst weeks of my life. I was moody, irritable, and was up late every night doing homework.. It sucked. Majorly. But...some good news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My guitar from Aunt Marea arrived!&lt;/span&gt;  It's not too flashy, but I'm sooo excited.  ^^&lt;br /&gt;2.  I'm borrowing an amp from dad's friend.&lt;br /&gt;3. I won some money from coming in 10th in a statewide essay contest. (even though my essay was the biggest load of bull@#$% ever. :P)&lt;br /&gt;4. I might have a summer job lined up for next year! By the time I turn 14, I'll have to go back to school (doesn't that suck?!), so this summer I'll just garden all day for some $$$.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I got a new pair of jeans yesterday, and some t shirts.  And a white skirt.  Don't flip, it's not frilly or anything.  :P&lt;br /&gt;6. I had a good evening. Spent about 45 minutes at my grandparents' house chattin' with them, and I took Anna out for ice cream, despite my sunburn. Yep, I LEFT my bedroom.. Ain't ya proud? I just said 'aint' and 'ya' in the same sentence. o.0 SEE WHAT THOSE UV RAYS DO TO YOU!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..for the bad news... We have tests all week. 4 tomorrow, then a massive history test on the Constitution on Tuesday, and a test on the novel we read in literature class on Wednesday. So now I get to be moody &amp;amp; tired all over again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111378575976931867?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111378575976931867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111378575976931867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111378575976931867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111378575976931867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-great-end-to-horrible-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111301474177476557</id><published>2005-04-08T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T22:45:41.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow am I bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent all evening reading the news, playing guitar, and screwing around in Paint Shop Pro.  I cannot do this all weekend. &gt;&lt; No, no, and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. must think of something to do...  We're not going out to dinner, I know that.  Mom and I went out for sushi this week (loved it), so she won't want to go out to dinner again..  I have a lot of homework, but I'll do that Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..that leaves..basically what I'm doing right now.  Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need another pair of jeans. &gt;&lt; I know it's spring, but I hate shorts..(Plus, I'm a freakin' albino!)  The ones I have on now are cutting off the bloodflow to my legs, my other pair is in the wash, my red jeans are too small (they're 2 years old, c'mon..), and my black jeans are skin tight (yuck).  Maybe, if it's not too hot or too cold, I'll bike to the store tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably change my mind and just spend the weekend in my room again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's almost 11 here, so..g'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111301474177476557?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111301474177476557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111301474177476557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111301474177476557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111301474177476557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/04/wow-am-i-bored-i-spent-all-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111248107241491470</id><published>2005-04-02T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T17:31:12.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just in case any of you are wondering (although you're probably not), I'm not online because I don't feel like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111248107241491470?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111248107241491470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111248107241491470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111248107241491470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111248107241491470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-in-case-any-of-you-are-wondering.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111219018608763758</id><published>2005-03-30T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T08:43:06.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="title"&gt;I &lt;3 getting better!&lt;/p&gt;I felt the need to use one of those (&lt;3).  Anyway, I am SO getting better!! Phew!! Being sick sucks, but I love the getting better part!  I feel rejuvinated &amp; I'm tired of being in my Hospital Room (aka my bedroom).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April's dad is cleaning out his mom's house, &amp; they're giving us her old sewing machine.  He'll be bringing that over at 10:00.  So, I have to wait for him to come before I can get out of the house.  It's going to rain this afternoon, so whatever I do, I can't stay very late.  Anna's having a friend over.  This little blonde girl.  *cringe*  I'll hide up in my room &amp; get some work done.  I know, I know, I shouldn't be doing stuff for people on my vacation, but I enjoy it, and it's keeping me very sane.  I don't wanna spend a day doing my nails and taking online quizes again (like Monday...yikes).  I scared myself that day.  &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111219018608763758?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111219018608763758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111219018608763758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111219018608763758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111219018608763758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-3-getting-betteri-felt-need-to-use.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111202776561754077</id><published>2005-03-28T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T11:36:05.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="title"&gt;Day Two in the Holiday from Hell&lt;/p&gt; Yeah, this vacation sucks. I can't even play guitar anymore 'cause my fingers hurt so much. (I basically played all day yesterday.) So I've been sitting here taking those stupid online quizes for an hour.. "What is your inner scent?" Gasoline, bitch. Just kidding. Actually, I got pumpkin pie.. what the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go stir crazy. I don't wanna go on another blog template binge like I did last time I was trapped in my room. I changed out of my pj's so I don't feel quite so much like a hospital patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My busy schedule:&lt;br /&gt;8:00-12:00=sit here and avoid the pile of tempting chocolate in the corner of my room&lt;br /&gt;12:00-1:00=finally get out of bed  (It'll probably take an hour.)&lt;br /&gt;1:00-3:00=lunch (must resist the chocolate), bath, get some fresh air. Well, I'll think about the fresh air part. that would require walking all the way downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;3:00-8:00=movies, dinner, movies, guitar (if my fingers have healed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf... I just noticed mardi gras beads tied to a branch in the tree outside my window. How did they get up there?! That's gonna be buggin' me all day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111202776561754077?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111202776561754077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111202776561754077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111202776561754077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111202776561754077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-two-in-holiday-from-hell-yeah-this_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111195815032245590</id><published>2005-03-27T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T16:27:28.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="title"&gt;From My Hospital Room to Yours&lt;/p&gt;I've decided to dub my bedroom: My Hospital Room, seeing as I spend 10 days out of &lt;em&gt;every holiday&lt;/em&gt; in here!! Yep, you guessed it. It's Easter, and I'm sick.. again.. Gonna waste another vacation in my bedroom. Woop de doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I have no time to go through this again! I had plans with people, and I can't be stuck in here all week!  No no no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being up here while the rest of my family is downstairs eating together makes me appreciate them. Yeah, me, Miss I- don't -wanna- spend- time- with- my- crazy- relatives. See? God works in mysterious ways. Now, God, I learned my lesson, can I please get better now!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a 3 hour nap, then did a bazillion push-ups to get tired again. It didn't work, but now it hurts to raise my arms. I played guitar for 2 hours.. I'd play more, 'cause I was learning some new chords, but my fingers hurt. Drat. I can't win. Well, ciao ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and, happy Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111195815032245590?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111195815032245590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111195815032245590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111195815032245590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111195815032245590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/03/from-my-hospital-room-to-yoursive.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111150677173568941</id><published>2005-03-22T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T10:52:51.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="title"&gt;Hell[o] from the Junior High Computer Lab!&lt;/p&gt;Heh. I'm at school. We only have like 2 minutes of computer class left, but hell[o] anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have the designing job for the 8th Grade scrapbook/memory thing. Yeah, I volunteered. Not like I have anything better to do over Easter Break. Tiff will email me photos &amp; stuff, and I'll design the cover in Paint Shop Pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a new template, currently. It's sweet. Kinda simple. This is so I don't get sick of it like this stupid Shia layout. It was cool (like the Bill &amp;amp; Ted one) for 3 days, but I'm seriously sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K well, if I want this to publish, I better log out now so I'm not late for English, 'cause the internet here is sloooow. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111150677173568941?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111150677173568941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111150677173568941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111150677173568941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111150677173568941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello-from-junior-high-computer-labheh.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111128495918185945</id><published>2005-03-19T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T21:15:59.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="title"&gt;Butchering the English Language&lt;/p&gt; I think Carrera did a post about how horrid internet language is getting, but I'll elaborate. I found this quote thing on a blog template from &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/" target="blank"&gt;blogskins.com&lt;/a&gt;. This girl was smart enough &amp; had the time to code her own template, but she spells...like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; euu aren`tt meantt t0 bbe miine; wiifoutt euu ii will nerberr smiile agaiin; euu are the 0ne who guiide mee outt of the darkkness; euu giif mee the warmth datt ii nerberr hadd bef0re; butt iits all overr now ; those tiimes dat wii spendd t0gether; will bbe keptt iinsiide moii hartt; datt will nerrberr fadde awayy ; ferr as l0ngg as ii liive. even if it was only a dream; i'll wish for you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sick and wrong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111128495918185945?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111128495918185945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111128495918185945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111128495918185945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111128495918185945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/03/butchering-english-language-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111119952928396116</id><published>2005-03-18T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T21:32:09.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="title"&gt;TGIF&lt;/p&gt;It's Friday!! w007! I had a nice Friday night.. Chatted for a while on the p.c., caught up with emails, listened to music, read a magazine, went out to eat, played guitar, painted my nails... Haven't had that much free time all week. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111119952928396116?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111119952928396116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111119952928396116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111119952928396116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111119952928396116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/03/tgif.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111119973883317081</id><published>2005-03-18T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:46:31.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="title"&gt;Religion class is da bomb!!&lt;/p&gt;Yeah. You heard me. Especially when your teacher is senile. ^^ She prints off the tests from the publishing company's website instead of writing her own, which is okay. But today she forgot to edit the tests, and they still had the answers written on them!!! We were cracking up in our seats. XD We all knew she would find out when all of us got 100%, but one idiot had to tell her and ruin the fun... YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! .. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111119973883317081?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111119973883317081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111119973883317081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111119973883317081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111119973883317081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/03/religion-class-is-da-bombyeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111102735882532449</id><published>2005-03-16T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T21:42:38.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="title"&gt;Kent State&lt;/p&gt;Dad played this CD by Cosby, Stills, Nash and Young in the car. The particular song that caught me was "Ohio". It was about the Kent State thing that happened in 1970. Students at Kent State had an anti-war protest and the governor called the National Gaurd out. They basically shot at unarmed teenagers who were not a threat to them, killing four. I decided to get a book on it at the library. Kristin and I went this afternoon, 'cause it was a half day. I got &lt;em&gt;The Kent State Coverup&lt;/em&gt; by Joseph Kelner &amp;amp; James Munves.  I also got &lt;em&gt;The Nixon Theology&lt;/em&gt;.  I'm not turning hippie or anything, but it's all really interesting!  Another one of my creepy phases I guess.  ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111102735882532449?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111102735882532449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111102735882532449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111102735882532449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111102735882532449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/03/kent-statedad-played-this-cd-by-cosby.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111102712964114612</id><published>2005-03-16T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T21:38:49.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="title"&gt;CONVERSE ROCK!&lt;/p&gt;Carrera and I went to the mall on Sunday. :P Yes, ME at the mall.. We are now proud owners of converse all stars! w007! I got red high tops, and she got black high tops. ^^ They rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111102712964114612?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111102712964114612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111102712964114612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111102712964114612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111102712964114612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/03/converse-rockcarrera-and-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111065603618464668</id><published>2005-03-12T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T14:33:56.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="title"&gt;The SATs&lt;/p&gt;Okay, the SATs were so much better this year. They added an essay and took away the analogies, but it wasn't very bad. My essay sucked. Some tips said that you should stay on-topic and avoid controversial things (my specialty), so I felt pretty restricted. It's just practice though. The building I took it in was pretty crappy. My backup calculator is solar-powered, and the lightening in the room was so lousy that the calc would've been useless. The SAT doesn't have a science section. I remember the ACT had the most dreadful science test &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;. It was more like charts and graphs that PERTAIN to science, rather than just your knowledge of science. When I'm a high school senior, I'm definitely taking the SAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the important thing is: I survived the test, didn't kill the 7th grade twit in front of me that couldn't sit still, and I'm still in a good mood.  Makes ya proud of me, doesn't it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrera took it too.  We'll see if she survived.  ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111065603618464668?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111065603618464668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111065603618464668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111065603618464668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111065603618464668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/03/satsokay-sats-were-so-much-better-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111057837857530667</id><published>2005-03-11T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T16:59:38.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="title"&gt;Life Without the Computer IS possible!&lt;/p&gt;I've only been online for about an hour this whole week!! w007! I am proud of me. However, I also have about 10 emails to reply to, a website to design, a template to make, and I need to create 4 more pages for Paulie's &lt;a href="http://durnansawchuk.com/" target="_blank"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. I'll catch up though. But not this weekend. I'm taking the SAT tomorrow, then going to church (woo hoo). And on Sunday &lt;a href="http://carrera-woo-hoo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Carrera&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; I might go shopping... &lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; two Keanu movies from netflix just arrived...  Busy weekend. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111057837857530667?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111057837857530667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111057837857530667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111057837857530667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111057837857530667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-without-computer-is-possibleive.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111015957590388949</id><published>2005-03-06T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T20:39:35.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/28838.jpg" align="left" height="150" width="150" /&gt;YES.. I DID buy a flat iron!!  It looks quite cool, if I do say so.. I originally got it for Anna (she has curly hair), but I tried it on me after, and I liked it. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not entirely sure WHY I didn't like flat irons before..  But they really are handy!  Yes, I know, my hair is already straight..  But this is straightER.  ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111015957590388949?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111015957590388949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111015957590388949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111015957590388949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111015957590388949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/03/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111015849048667145</id><published>2005-03-06T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T20:47:51.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my &lt;a href="http://www.newport-news.com/shop/Product.asp?gpcatID=2&amp;pacatID=1649&amp;amp;subcatID=1686&amp;catid=4752&amp;amp;superstyleID=181425&amp;productindex=5&amp;amp;firstpagetypeid=&amp;pageindex=0"&gt;graduation dress&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted black, but mom made me get white. I love it, though! ^^ It's lightweight and it swoops out at the waist (making me look taller &amp;amp; thinner :P). I am glad we ordered it. It would take me weeks to find another dress I like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111015849048667145?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111015849048667145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111015849048667145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111015849048667145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111015849048667145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-got-my-graduation-dress-i-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-111015928643246229</id><published>2005-03-06T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T20:34:46.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is... &lt;p class="title"&gt;Teh Update Post&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't posted in a while.. Been pretty busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been on the computer too much this week.  Lots of tests...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday:&lt;/b&gt; guitar lessons, went fine as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/b&gt; don't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/b&gt; studied for math test, went out to dinner @ Bucca di Beppo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday:&lt;/b&gt; studied for history test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday:&lt;/b&gt; did NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday:&lt;/b&gt; went to the dealership and checked out vans with my parents, AND bought a..*gasp* flat iron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday:&lt;/b&gt; worked at the school's open house.  Yes, I went to school..in my uniform...on a SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The math test was horrible, as usual.  The tests are always three times as hard as the actual bookwork..  And it would help if she actually explained it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bucca di Beppo's was awesome.  I think that's the spelling. :-P  Well, anyway, we got to sit in the kitchen!!! ^^  We watched the chefs and they showed us everything they made.  It was so cool!  I got mussels.  They're to die for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We test drove some vans 'n stuff.. it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... This is a boring entry for a boring week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-111015928643246229?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/111015928643246229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=111015928643246229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111015928643246229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/111015928643246229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-110930108408332298</id><published>2005-02-24T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T20:18:35.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excellent!</title><content type='html'>Argh, what a weird day.  It was fantastic...but so crummy.  If that makes any sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was awesome.. I had such a good time laughing with everybody. I take my friends for granted. I really have the funniest friends... Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melynda &amp; I came up for math for the helluvit. We have this running joke.. To scare Carrera &amp;amp; Kristin, whenever we see them we say something totally gross or rediculous like, "Hey babe".. :P So Brian walks in the room and Melynda grabs my arm and goes, "She's mine now..." She and I BURST OUT LAUGHING. :P So then, all afternoon, Brian goes around looking all distressed telling everybody, "It's over.." while I am wondering what in the world is going on. He didn't realize Melynda and I were just being retarded!! XD The more I think about it, the funnier it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got NO HOMEWORK!  'cept for the log book.  I just copied from my display board.  ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of those headaches again (the kind I get when I am around..people) during science class. It always happens at the end of science (my last class). I think I just can't get through 7 hours of school. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, mom wants me to go to bed.  g'night everybody.  or, good morning or whatever time it is in your time zone. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-110930108408332298?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/110930108408332298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=110930108408332298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/110930108408332298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/110930108408332298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/02/excellent.html' title='Excellent!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-110894483581105106</id><published>2005-02-20T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T19:14:35.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored to Tears</title><content type='html'>Wow.. I haven't blogged in a week. ^^; Heh. I've been sick. Not a cold, not the flu. Something in between. So, I've basically lived in my room for the past 7 days. &gt;&lt; &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/"&gt;blogskins.com&lt;/a&gt;. My ID on blogskins is Semper. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not being &lt;em&gt;sick&lt;/em&gt; that bugs me, it's being &lt;em&gt;bored&lt;/em&gt;.  I woke up on the Wednesday and though, "I can't possible sit here all day and do nothing &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;." &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom hates being sick.. She's had the flu for 10 days, &amp; she is on a warpath. She said, "Ems, when we get better, we're going out for sushi &amp;amp; then we're going shopping. And we're going to buy ourselves something &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; expensive."  My mom hates spending money...so that should tell you how desperately she wants to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the &lt;u&gt;worst&lt;/u&gt;. I think I have insomnia.. It took me 4 hours to fall asleep. I went to bed at 9:30, &amp; it was after 1:00 when I fell asleep. I read a book, but it didn't work. I drank some hot milk; that didn't work either. I listened to that Soundscapes Thunderstorm CD thing, but it didn't work either! &gt;&lt; So I sat there for 4 hours... I usually go to bed at that time, so I never noticed my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to fooling around with HTML.  (n3rd, yes, I know!  And proud.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-110894483581105106?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/110894483581105106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=110894483581105106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/110894483581105106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/110894483581105106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/02/bored-to-tears.html' title='Bored to Tears'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-110817246804739452</id><published>2005-02-11T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T12:19:53.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAAGH!</title><content type='html'>Okay, It's been a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; day, to say the least.  It's one of those days where I get a headache from..people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Lindsay's blog (Random Insanity) and got a BIG-ASS VIRUS. Lindsay, you might wanna see if there's something on your blog that's contributing to that (probably not, though). Within a day, it loaded my box with ads, spyware, &amp; eventually crashed the OS... So, I rebuilt it tonight. And now half of it doesn't work. My speakers don't show up, my webcam doesn't show up, I haven't tried hooking up the printers, and I still have to install Office, Frontpage, and Paint Shop Pro. Don't have the patience right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bother to install MSN Messenger..  I don't feel like talking to anyone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was another issue. A few weeks ago, our vice-principal talked to us about dress code. We asked if we could wear ties. She said she would think about it. So, some of the guys started to wear ties. Today I joined in, &amp;amp; my history/lit teacher made ME take mine off. Me. I was the "Only girl, Emma, and it's more acceptable for ties to be worn by men." HELLO. Prepschool chicks wear ties all the time, business women wear ties! Ties aren't even in the handbook to begin with, so wtf is the problem with ME wearing a tie? She told me ties won't be allowed from now on, but the boys could wear theirs for the rest of the day...but I had to take mine off. The more I think about it, the more pissed off I get. I argued with her for a while, but it was pointless... She just kept pushing the "They are trying to make a point, it'll be over after today." thing, but what does that have to do with my tie?? Christ... Then, I tell Mom, &amp; she thinks it's okay!! "Well, most women DON'T wear ties..." SO WHAT. It's not in the handbook, and I've seen women wear ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we get 500 lb of homework. -_- I swear, in literature &amp;amp; history all we do is copy notes. It's SERIOUSLY getting old. If you (you=my sexist history/lit teacher) happen to stumble upon this blog, please put a LITTLE effort into your lesson plans!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also Lent.. Which means, Catholics can't eat meat on Fridays. Who the f@#k came up with that rule!? What's the point! How does that bring us closer to God? Huh? "You're sacrificing!" For what purpose? Yeah, it's not that hard &amp;amp; I really don't mind eating pizza without pepperoni for 4 or 5 Fridays, but what is the purpose???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to bed before I hit somebody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-110817246804739452?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/110817246804739452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=110817246804739452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/110817246804739452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/110817246804739452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/02/aaaaaaaaaagh.html' title='AAAAAAAAAAGH!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-110782652498819844</id><published>2005-02-07T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T18:27:39.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee..</title><content type='html'>I have a taste for coffee again.. Man this is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is true, Brian &amp; I are "going out". Eventually. Probably a movie or something. I don't think mom likes that idea, but the worst thing he would do is throw popcorn at me.. :P We can't even talk to each other anymore because anytime we go 10 feet near each other, somebody like Mike or TJ cuts in. Honestly, Angela &amp;amp; Hannah don't have to put up with this kind of crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiff and I had to help the little kids get their "prizes" today... Our school had a magazine sale, &amp; if you sell enough magazines you get to pick "prizes"... Okay, you all know how much kids like me, right? -_- Yeah, they loved Tiff, but they completely ignored me... Fine, whatever.. I can take a little rejection.. But putting up with all those stupid little kids-- who can't decide if they want the light-up soda glass versus the bendy pencil--takes a lot of energy out of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, you hear stories about kids going through a parents' divorce.. But it's weird when one of your good friends tells you about it. I think a divorce is much harder to handle than I thought. I always assumed you either loved your spouse or you didn't, and your kids just went back an forth with half their stuff at each house. I've heard people tell me it sucks, but I guess I didn't believe them till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think *I* have it rough when I have too much homework or I can't play a song on my guitar. It kind of makes me feel ungrateful. I was happy being ungrateful &amp;amp; spoiled, but then we started confirmation preparation. They guilt you out &amp; talk to you about having "rough times".. I've never had a rough time, &amp;amp; I've never seriously needed Gods help until recently. Kinda makes me feel like I don't need God... Maybe that's why I have such a hard time with religion. Either I haven't needed God enough yet, or I'm too uncompassionate to care about others that need God. Probably both. Like, the tsunami victims; I feel very bad for them, but I can't bring myeslf to cry over it... I don't know them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm talking about this, I don't know.. One of those days where I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the becky song "Sr. Prom". I hated this song when it came out. "Chick music!" I said.. I couldn't understand why the other fans liked it. Then, weeks later, I play it again &amp; I like it. I suppose this is one of those hormone things. Perfect. We've all been changing a lot lately.. They say you change most in high school. I can only imagine what we'll all be like when we come out of there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda all over the place tonight, aren't I? :P Ack, whatever.. Computer class tomorrow! I love that class.. I can play on the becky forums, check email, whatever I want 'cause the internet is too screwy to have a real lesson. And, with MSN WebMessenger, I can chat with Malin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should do homework. ^^; Heh. Random nonsensical post, I know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-110782652498819844?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/110782652498819844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=110782652498819844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/110782652498819844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/110782652498819844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/02/coffee.html' title='Coffee..'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-110730775078376062</id><published>2005-02-01T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T20:31:02.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I. am. GOD.</title><content type='html'>Heh, yes, another inside joke/quote. Another way of saying, "I am on top of the world!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is WHY I am having a megalomaniac-moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.damarisong.cjb.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Damaris's website&lt;/a&gt; is finished! It was on Angelfire, but the ads were p###ing me off, so I hosted it on my comcast account. I'll never get around to making my own website anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://durnansawchuk.com" target="_blank"&gt;Paulie's website&lt;/a&gt; is finished! Well, a new layout, that is. Grungy, this time. Me likey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have done my &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/semperxx/sky2.png" target="_blank"&gt;good deed&lt;/a&gt; of the week. I colorized a picture for &lt;a href="http://carrera-woo-hoo.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Carrera&lt;/a&gt;. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an, um, interesting week. Friday was a pain in the arse (the Brian issue..), Saturday was, well, I can't remember Saturday. I can't remember Sunday either. I guess nothing happened. Is today Tuesday? Yeah. Well, yesterday was...holy shiite, I can't remember yesterday either!! Whoa!! This is a little weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to avoid another meaningless post, I am gonna go... I'll post later tonight after homework is done &amp;amp; I've recovered my memory. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-110730775078376062?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/110730775078376062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=110730775078376062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/110730775078376062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/110730775078376062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-am-god.html' title='I. am. GOD.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500614.post-110683128142963306</id><published>2005-01-27T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T08:08:01.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus on Family-don't let your kids be tolerant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/SHOWBIZ/TV/01/20/sponge.bob.reut/index.html"&gt;This article&lt;/a&gt; will make you choke.  James Dobson of the Christian activist group 'Focus on Family' says that Nile Rogers' video to promote tolerance is using Sponge Bob Square Pants to promote homosexuality.  In Rogers' video for children, there are TV characters like Winnie the Pooh who dance &amp; sing to "We are a family".  What I find interesting is: Sponge Bob wasn't there for more than 5 seconds, &amp; I certainly didn't catch anything that even remotely resembled homosexuality.  &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6853667/"&gt;MSNBC&lt;/a&gt; has two videos, the Nile Rogers' video, &amp; an interview with Rogers.  Dobson says the video is brainwashing children...to be tolerant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's pretend that it DOES promote tolerance for homosexuals.  Christians are TAUGHT to love everybody.  Why does Dobson have a problem with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500614-110683128142963306?l=mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cnn.com/2005/SHOWBIZ/TV/01/20/sponge.bob.reut/index.html' title='Focus on Family-don&apos;t let your kids be tolerant.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/feeds/110683128142963306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500614&amp;postID=110683128142963306' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/110683128142963306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500614/posts/default/110683128142963306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mass-producedsalad.blogspot.com/2005/01/focus-on-family-dont-let-your-kids-be.html' title='Focus on Family-don&apos;t let your kids be tolerant.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09461586303328785833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://myspace-928.vo.llnwd.net/00935/82/93/935283928_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
