<?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-12243903</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:11:23.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Archaeology for the Masses</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>309</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114776026032260207</id><published>2006-05-16T02:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T02:17:40.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In appriciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anilgupta.com/largepics/fineart/WChanWing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.anilgupta.com/largepics/fineart/WChanWing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So A&amp;amp;E special on tattooing, and I have to defend my thesis (also on tattooing) tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I HAD to watch it&lt;br /&gt;this guy is amazing&lt;br /&gt;Anil Gupta&lt;br /&gt;I mean, freaking Samothrace!&lt;br /&gt;and this one is one of the simpler ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anilgupta.com/portfolio/portfolio.htm"&gt;check him out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the miniatures are awsome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114776026032260207?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114776026032260207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114776026032260207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_05_16_archive.html#114776026032260207' title='In appriciation'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114716023060425458</id><published>2006-05-09T03:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T03:37:10.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>depressing night</title><content type='html'>i went to sleep at 11&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 12:30 and then again at 1:30&lt;br /&gt;the second time i didn't go back to sleep again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very upset about something&lt;br /&gt;i think it's my stalled acting thing&lt;br /&gt;really though&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like that&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i am going somewhere, slowly, but i'm the closest i've ever been with Candice&lt;br /&gt;i think she'll help me a lot&lt;br /&gt;but i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda don't feel like myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room is a mess and has been for a while&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm waiting for my mother when she comes on the 19th(?)&lt;br /&gt;she'll clean&lt;br /&gt;it's horrible, but she'll clean for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching a thing on red light districts&lt;br /&gt;the south american whore who lives in amsterdam speaks three languages&lt;br /&gt;yet another thing to make me feel good about myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be so full of confidence&lt;br /&gt;i never had a negative thought about myself&lt;br /&gt;i feel so fat and useless&lt;br /&gt;and fat&lt;br /&gt;i have to lose some weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took my measurements&lt;br /&gt;36-31-36&lt;br /&gt;if i could get that middle number down to 29, that would be awsome&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to do that though&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll figure it out come summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think all the walking and swimming this summer will make me trim&lt;br /&gt;i hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marilyn monroe may have been 35-22-35&lt;br /&gt;she was a lot smaller than me though&lt;br /&gt;apparently a size 12 dress though&lt;br /&gt;that's big for such a little woman&lt;br /&gt;i'm a 10 most of the time&lt;br /&gt;i would be happy to get that middle number into the 20s&lt;br /&gt;24 would be awsome but 7 inches can't be possible off my waist&lt;br /&gt;i have to figure out how to lose inches&lt;br /&gt;i've been focusing on weight&lt;br /&gt;maybe that special K cereal diet&lt;br /&gt;eric and i should start doing cocaine like we said&lt;br /&gt;but damn the expense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently i am totally within the healthy range for my height&lt;br /&gt;but i want to be under weight&lt;br /&gt;i've always been under weight&lt;br /&gt;that's how i'm comfortable&lt;br /&gt;healthy feels fat&lt;br /&gt;i could also be 15 pounds lighter and still be healthy weight&lt;br /&gt;or 30 pounds heavier&lt;br /&gt;the field is too wide&lt;br /&gt;if i were 170 i'd be so disgusting&lt;br /&gt;and yet, "healthy"&lt;br /&gt;no, just slightly under weight is where i need to be&lt;br /&gt;then maybe i'll be a little less down on myself&lt;br /&gt;because i did feel better when i was thinner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114716023060425458?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114716023060425458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114716023060425458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_05_09_archive.html#114716023060425458' title='depressing night'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114704650254925370</id><published>2006-05-07T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T20:01:42.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yarrrrrr</title><content type='html'>there be too much swill in me gullet, says I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note,&lt;br /&gt;House should be on and new everyday&lt;br /&gt;followed by 2 new Earls and then Lost&lt;br /&gt;everyday&lt;br /&gt;8-11&lt;br /&gt;actually&lt;br /&gt;7-10 would be even better because i'm old and need my rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114704650254925370?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114704650254925370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114704650254925370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_05_07_archive.html#114704650254925370' title='yarrrrrr'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114638442629987715</id><published>2006-04-30T04:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T04:07:06.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish a lot of things</title><content type='html'>I wish I didn't feel sick&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were done with my theis&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't have church tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were the highest paid model on LI between the ages of 14 and 17 (like Candice, my director was)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114638442629987715?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114638442629987715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114638442629987715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_04_30_archive.html#114638442629987715' title='I wish a lot of things'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114628814839568934</id><published>2006-04-29T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T01:24:48.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>damn you MTV</title><content type='html'>I've suddenly developed a major crush on Nick Lachey&lt;br /&gt;damn him and his buckeye wiles&lt;br /&gt;I am such a sucker for a midwestern man&lt;br /&gt;and he's so damn sensitive, but rugged&lt;br /&gt;hot&lt;br /&gt;now I want to meet him and be his second wife&lt;br /&gt;the good wife, if you will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like every time he sings "what's left of me"&lt;br /&gt;(and in his special of the same title he sings it like 100 times)&lt;br /&gt;it's like he's singing it just for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad he's so old&lt;br /&gt;has anyone else noticed how much he looks like David "Angel" Boreanez?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114628814839568934?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114628814839568934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114628814839568934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_04_29_archive.html#114628814839568934' title='damn you MTV'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114613412982328702</id><published>2006-04-27T06:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T06:35:29.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the thing about being a pretty girl</title><content type='html'>If you're pretty, people will beg you to be in their film and video projects&lt;br /&gt;AND they will bring you food while you sit in your bed&lt;br /&gt;then pull up a stood and go over the script with you while you lay in bed, eat the food they brought, play sims and watch tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is always so nice to the actress because they mistakenly feel that acting is hard, or that she doesn't want to act as much as possible&lt;br /&gt;when actually the opposite is true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114613412982328702?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114613412982328702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114613412982328702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_04_27_archive.html#114613412982328702' title='the thing about being a pretty girl'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114612699108885863</id><published>2006-04-27T04:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T04:36:31.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe it's the fact that i only watch this show at 4am</title><content type='html'>I have to create an internet shrine to Trent from Daria&lt;br /&gt;there just isn't a satisfactory one out there&lt;br /&gt;Mike told me when I started watching Daria at either 2am or 4am, depending, on N that Trent was a prophet and I didn't believe him&lt;br /&gt;but now I do&lt;br /&gt;and I have for some ti&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/772/1028/1600/trent.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/772/1028/320/trent.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;I think he has a lot to teach us if we would just collect all his saying in one place, learn them and live by them&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean his conversational junk or anything relating specifically to Daria, but the longer, silent bob-esque soliloquies, usually the last thing he says in the eps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this gem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Hey, the second set's just the stuff that's not good enough for the first. I wouldn't stay for it myself if I weren't in the band."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, wow&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;think about it&lt;br /&gt;are any of us really "in the band"?&lt;br /&gt;and if not, why are we sticking around&lt;br /&gt;(no, I'm not high or even that sleep deprived, I'm just asking you to get deep for a second here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or this one from the same episode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I'm always late. That's why I don't wear a watch. They depress me."&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on people&lt;br /&gt;that's genius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114612699108885863?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114612699108885863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114612699108885863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_04_27_archive.html#114612699108885863' title='maybe it&apos;s the fact that i only watch this show at 4am'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114558464615941856</id><published>2006-04-20T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T21:57:26.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things i feel like today</title><content type='html'>death&lt;br /&gt;dying&lt;br /&gt;hell&lt;br /&gt;affliction&lt;br /&gt;agony&lt;br /&gt;anguish&lt;br /&gt;grave&lt;br /&gt;misery&lt;br /&gt;torment&lt;br /&gt;wretchedness&lt;br /&gt;annihilation&lt;br /&gt;casualty&lt;br /&gt;darkness&lt;br /&gt;demise&lt;br /&gt;destruction&lt;br /&gt;expiration&lt;br /&gt;fatality&lt;br /&gt;mortality&lt;br /&gt;necrosis&lt;br /&gt;obliteration&lt;br /&gt;oblivion&lt;br /&gt;ruin&lt;br /&gt;ruination&lt;br /&gt;termination&lt;br /&gt;tomb&lt;br /&gt;ailing&lt;br /&gt;broken down&lt;br /&gt;confined&lt;br /&gt;debilitated&lt;br /&gt;declining&lt;br /&gt;defective&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt; impaired&lt;br /&gt;imperfect&lt;br /&gt;incurable&lt;br /&gt;infected&lt;br /&gt;infirm&lt;br /&gt;invalid&lt;br /&gt;lousy&lt;br /&gt;rotten&lt;br /&gt;suffering&lt;br /&gt;weak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114558464615941856?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114558464615941856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114558464615941856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_04_20_archive.html#114558464615941856' title='things i feel like today'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114557122903233263</id><published>2006-04-20T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:13:49.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so many stations</title><content type='html'>vh1-I love the 80s, about Lisa Loeb&lt;br /&gt;E-Number 1 Single, Lisa Loeb is helped by Adam Goldberg&lt;br /&gt;Comedy Central-Hebrew Hammer, staring Adam Goldberg&lt;br /&gt;6:10pm today&lt;br /&gt;when TV swallowed itself whole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114557122903233263?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114557122903233263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114557122903233263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_04_20_archive.html#114557122903233263' title='so many stations'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114551046086249948</id><published>2006-04-20T01:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T01:21:00.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>grrr</title><content type='html'>I'm getting tired of this...stasis&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of not doing exactly what i want when i want&lt;br /&gt;I feel old&lt;br /&gt;very old&lt;br /&gt;because everyone around me acts so old&lt;br /&gt;what's the point of being young, white and middle class anyway&lt;br /&gt;it's so overrated&lt;br /&gt;because everyone is always trying so hard to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to enjoy here, but no one else is enjoying it with me&lt;br /&gt;it's like when i was in London&lt;br /&gt;every thing in me is dying to go to the wax museum&lt;br /&gt;but if no one goes with me&lt;br /&gt;what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't go&lt;br /&gt;I do like to be alone most of the time&lt;br /&gt;but it gets boring&lt;br /&gt;quick&lt;br /&gt;too quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having good dreams recently&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the coma&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've felt this lonely in a long time&lt;br /&gt;but I know spring break didn't help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's trite, I know&lt;br /&gt;and everyone in the whole wide world feels this way&lt;br /&gt;but it would be nice if someone got it&lt;br /&gt;if someone, somewhere&lt;br /&gt;were sitting there, like I am&lt;br /&gt;miserable, and crying, and bored&lt;br /&gt;bored in the deepest depths of their soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone hand me a reason&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;some challenge me for a change&lt;br /&gt;shake up my world&lt;br /&gt;pique &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; interest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god for eric right now&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't know it yet&lt;br /&gt;but he made my night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, there was a spider&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know where it went&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114551046086249948?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114551046086249948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114551046086249948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_04_20_archive.html#114551046086249948' title='grrr'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114541045181060605</id><published>2006-04-18T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T21:34:11.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elise's HOUSE drinking game</title><content type='html'>One shot each...symptoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bleeding from the waist down&lt;br /&gt;2. Bleeding from the neck up&lt;br /&gt;3. halucinating&lt;br /&gt;4. seizures&lt;br /&gt;5. falling down/losing motor control&lt;br /&gt;6. rashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two shots each...scenarios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The doctors treat for the wrong disease and the treatment makes the actual problem worse&lt;br /&gt;2. HOUSE causes pain to the patient on purpose to get the truth&lt;br /&gt;3. someone lies/doesn't tell the whole truth&lt;br /&gt;4. someone takes a swing at HOUSE (1 more shot if he falls down as a result)&lt;br /&gt;5. Cutty threatens HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three shots each...near impossibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Someone actually dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the one shot symptoms will happen every episode. Most of the two shot scenarios will happen every episode. It is extremly rare that anyone will die. In fact no one will ever die unless their death helps HOUSE cure another patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114541045181060605?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114541045181060605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114541045181060605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_04_18_archive.html#114541045181060605' title='Elise&apos;s HOUSE drinking game'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114534465975517168</id><published>2006-04-18T03:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T03:17:39.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>damn you dave atell</title><content type='html'>now i want pizza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114534465975517168?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114534465975517168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114534465975517168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_04_18_archive.html#114534465975517168' title='damn you dave atell'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114534279080653490</id><published>2006-04-18T02:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:46:30.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things i hate</title><content type='html'>1. Anyone in charge of construction/lane closures in Penn, NJ or NY&lt;br /&gt;2. Trucks that get into accidents and need HAZMAT vans to come help them, causing lane closures&lt;br /&gt;3. The Penna Turnpike&lt;br /&gt;4. How there's only one cigarette lighter in my car so i can only adapt one thing at a time&lt;br /&gt;5. when my cell is dead but my laptop is plugged into the cigarette lighter&lt;br /&gt;6. not waking up in ohio tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;7. the fact that i did 7.5 papers and still need to do 1.5&lt;br /&gt;8. the fact that i have lines to learn before saturday's show&lt;br /&gt;9. whatever died in our heating system&lt;br /&gt;10. the fact that something died in our heating system&lt;br /&gt;11. the fact that there is a good chance that I am involved in the openning scenes of a horror movie but i am too tired and sick and upset and lonely in pain to fully appriciate that my roommate and i will be horribly mutilated in the near future and our carcasses will be added to those rotting in the basement, causing our appartment to smell like corpses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114534279080653490?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114534279080653490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114534279080653490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_04_18_archive.html#114534279080653490' title='things i hate'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114448328062487985</id><published>2006-04-08T04:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T04:01:20.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll always be there when you wake</title><content type='html'>so stay with me and i'll have it made&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114448328062487985?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114448328062487985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114448328062487985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_04_08_archive.html#114448328062487985' title='i&apos;ll always be there when you wake'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114447378024295055</id><published>2006-04-08T01:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T01:23:01.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is funny</title><content type='html'>bruian, youre going in eruc;s ass pocket&lt;br /&gt;ass pockety&lt;br /&gt;brian&lt;br /&gt;braian&lt;br /&gt;brian&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;eveyry thung i s funnny&lt;br /&gt;poopa zau ppopa zau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god&lt;br /&gt;burbon is so funny jamaking&lt;br /&gt;eveytry thng is so fuuny&lt;br /&gt;we need an adule a dukt&lt;br /&gt;adult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric says brian is jerking it&lt;br /&gt;jerkin&lt;br /&gt;and we shoud sing him papa zau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched a robert england&lt;br /&gt;rocbert england england&lt;br /&gt;across the atlantic see&lt;br /&gt;and i'm a genius genuis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how who's awomse i  wana talk to brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ha ha ha heh! (it gets hi hch high at the end)&lt;br /&gt;do do do do&lt;br /&gt;ah ha ha heh! (squeeek!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's pah pah with a pee&lt;br /&gt;o\pah pah zU&lt;br /&gt;TRUFFLE SHULLELE&lt;br /&gt;caps lock got stuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brian's all irratated in his bavaginea&lt;br /&gt;in his vanine&lt;br /&gt;again again begin again&lt;br /&gt;if oyu have hang up you dide&lt;br /&gt;when you se4e the ring you die&lt;br /&gt;seven days later what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like gremlemlins twoo&lt;br /&gt;fuckin a eric&lt;br /&gt;that's fuckng&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;scary ass seven days&lt;br /&gt;sleven day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckin a brian&lt;br /&gt;fuckin s&lt;br /&gt;you'll remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he hung hup&lt;br /&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;hung&lt;br /&gt;william hung jury&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you done wnet and hunged up&lt;br /&gt;dammit&lt;br /&gt;sobering&lt;br /&gt;fuck sobering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark gold!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the'rs always roz's place&lt;br /&gt;fraizer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wait i need more beer, more wiskey, more burbon"&lt;br /&gt;we're out of burbon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love burbon&lt;br /&gt;burbon burbon scotch&lt;br /&gt;scothy scotchy stcorllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"who how do you speell  makr m akr mark gold"&lt;br /&gt;like the ally alloy&lt;br /&gt;"brian wouldn't give me ark gol's numer on face bood"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"let;s call emerson"&lt;br /&gt;i called eric&lt;br /&gt;otit ; it was fuufunny&lt;br /&gt;but i don;s kniw and n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't gwt get to talk to emerson and i hurt my head grabbing eric's shurt shirt&lt;br /&gt;come gwt get drunk emerson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114447378024295055?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114447378024295055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114447378024295055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_04_08_archive.html#114447378024295055' title='everything is funny'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114441901619660077</id><published>2006-04-07T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T10:10:16.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bugging out</title><content type='html'>stupid today&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home now&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Museum&lt;br /&gt;now now now&lt;br /&gt;go home now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114441901619660077?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114441901619660077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114441901619660077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_04_07_archive.html#114441901619660077' title='bugging out'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114429328269981107</id><published>2006-04-05T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T23:14:42.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck</title><content type='html'>fuck fuck fuck&lt;br /&gt;while I was at the sex lecture I set up the VCR to tape LOST&lt;br /&gt;but the goddamn VCR fucked up&lt;br /&gt;and I only got the first five minutes&lt;br /&gt;and it was a Hurley ep&lt;br /&gt;goddammit,&lt;br /&gt;now i'm mad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114429328269981107?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114429328269981107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114429328269981107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_04_05_archive.html#114429328269981107' title='Fuck'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114424666177101938</id><published>2006-04-05T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T10:17:41.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>killing time before 11 lunch</title><content type='html'>I hate when someone is called a "beautiful person"&lt;br /&gt;so cliche&lt;br /&gt;so ambiguous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114424666177101938?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114424666177101938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114424666177101938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_04_05_archive.html#114424666177101938' title='killing time before 11 lunch'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114418999112584225</id><published>2006-04-04T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T18:33:11.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope I make it to House</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired I could cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I think I might&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114418999112584225?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114418999112584225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114418999112584225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_04_04_archive.html#114418999112584225' title='I hope I make it to House'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114408279014729692</id><published>2006-04-03T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T12:46:30.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not sure who's dumber</title><content type='html'>"why did you bring me on national tv to tell me this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the free paternity test, genius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114408279014729692?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114408279014729692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114408279014729692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_04_03_archive.html#114408279014729692' title='not sure who&apos;s dumber'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114389713399663000</id><published>2006-04-01T08:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T08:12:14.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid E!</title><content type='html'>I think if I ever had a baby I would have it at home with a midwife&lt;br /&gt;I think the dirty hippy genes in me would win in that particular scenerio as it always does in the really primative ones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114389713399663000?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114389713399663000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114389713399663000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114389713399663000' title='stupid E!'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114380558468301454</id><published>2006-03-31T06:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T06:46:24.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not really sure how to fix this</title><content type='html'>I woke up feeling sad today and it's just getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care for this at all but I don't know what to do about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114380558468301454?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114380558468301454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114380558468301454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_31_archive.html#114380558468301454' title='Not really sure how to fix this'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114376385338756667</id><published>2006-03-30T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T19:10:53.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why NBC is not horrible, tonight</title><content type='html'>In one of the best decisions ever, NBC has put 4 Kings on hiatus and will instead be running two episodes of My Name is Earl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody over there has been taking good taste pills&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114376385338756667?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114376385338756667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114376385338756667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_30_archive.html#114376385338756667' title='why NBC is not horrible, tonight'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114370987953356445</id><published>2006-03-30T04:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T04:11:19.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want one</title><content type='html'>Most awsome jewelry artist in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula Guttmann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ursulaguttmann.com/Archive.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114370987953356445?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114370987953356445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114370987953356445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_30_archive.html#114370987953356445' title='I want one'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114342663471973987</id><published>2006-03-26T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:30:34.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>way to suck fox</title><content type='html'>I am not adequetly entertained&lt;br /&gt;what happened to you sunday night&lt;br /&gt;you used to be worth being alive for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114342663471973987?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114342663471973987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114342663471973987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_26_archive.html#114342663471973987' title='way to suck fox'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114342152429959631</id><published>2006-03-26T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T20:05:24.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>broke a door today</title><content type='html'>I broke the door to the pastor's office&lt;br /&gt;now I feel bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the live action Simpson opener was neat&lt;br /&gt;even if you didn't like it&lt;br /&gt;I did&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114342152429959631?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114342152429959631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114342152429959631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_26_archive.html#114342152429959631' title='broke a door today'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114327672010345018</id><published>2006-03-25T03:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T03:52:00.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>drunkened</title><content type='html'>you'll be a dentist&lt;br /&gt;oh pain!&lt;br /&gt;you'll be a dentist&lt;br /&gt;inhumain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooh&lt;br /&gt;distress!&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooh&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooh&lt;br /&gt;dentist&lt;br /&gt;you'll be a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that was my part in little shop, there is a good chance I was drunk then too)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114327672010345018?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114327672010345018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114327672010345018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_25_archive.html#114327672010345018' title='drunkened'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114327404341720211</id><published>2006-03-25T03:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T03:07:23.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>liquors have drunkened me</title><content type='html'>my ass hurts&lt;br /&gt;and my ankle&lt;br /&gt;because my ankle buckled&lt;br /&gt;and i fell&lt;br /&gt;on my ass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114327404341720211?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114327404341720211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114327404341720211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_25_archive.html#114327404341720211' title='liquors have drunkened me'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114308341998069264</id><published>2006-03-22T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:10:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things to do</title><content type='html'>1. NEVER cross Matt and Trey&lt;br /&gt;EVER&lt;br /&gt;especially if they have your voice on file&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114308341998069264?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114308341998069264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114308341998069264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_22_archive.html#114308341998069264' title='things to do'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114297765575612473</id><published>2006-03-21T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T16:47:35.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hidding</title><content type='html'>went to the ent guy&lt;br /&gt;sucked the gunk out of my ear&lt;br /&gt;kinda a bit sensitive now&lt;br /&gt;but i can hear again&lt;br /&gt;so lets celebrate&lt;br /&gt;someone bring me hard liquor and indian food &lt;br /&gt;and we'll party&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114297765575612473?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114297765575612473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114297765575612473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_21_archive.html#114297765575612473' title='hidding'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114245679035104892</id><published>2006-03-15T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T16:06:30.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weird 2 days</title><content type='html'>yesterday i woke up really early in pain and drove myself to the emergency room&lt;br /&gt;today i woke up with a call from WABC&lt;br /&gt;won a contest&lt;br /&gt;went to the city to pic up my GPS system, a star trek card game and a cordless phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaky 2 days&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to see what happens tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114245679035104892?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114245679035104892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114245679035104892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_15_archive.html#114245679035104892' title='weird 2 days'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114239757489494761</id><published>2006-03-14T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:39:34.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Canadian women love fat men, they can survive the winter</title><content type='html'>hysterical crying time again!&lt;br /&gt;actually now it's painful sobing/wimpering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can decrease my seveare pain or my crying by about 25% tomorrow, that will be a marked improvement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i have nachos&lt;br /&gt;there's always something to be thankful for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt really bad&lt;br /&gt;dammit mike, charge your phone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114239757489494761?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114239757489494761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114239757489494761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_14_archive.html#114239757489494761' title='Canadian women love fat men, they can survive the winter'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114237413721889428</id><published>2006-03-14T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T17:08:57.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch</title><content type='html'>screaming pain wake-up call&lt;br /&gt;emergency room morning&lt;br /&gt;lines and pain and trouble hearing and very lost&lt;br /&gt;disney hassles&lt;br /&gt;more seveare pain&lt;br /&gt;can't make it to class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miserable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114237413721889428?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114237413721889428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114237413721889428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_14_archive.html#114237413721889428' title='ouch'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114230673619137629</id><published>2006-03-13T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:25:36.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>except for bunnies</title><content type='html'>come July I will be taking sailing lessons,&lt;br /&gt;and officially ending my training as a WASP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight I'm watching a polygamy documentary and studying Medieval Art&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is a midterm and then disney junk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could hear out of my left ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these documentaries on polygamy are interesting when compaired to "Girls Next Door"&lt;br /&gt;very interesting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114230673619137629?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114230673619137629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114230673619137629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_13_archive.html#114230673619137629' title='except for bunnies'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114223011335336165</id><published>2006-03-13T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T01:08:33.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ah ha ha ha  ha</title><content type='html'>it seems i'm taking beginning swimming&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll get all lean with my early morning art&lt;br /&gt;mid-day museum run in the city and evening swimming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114223011335336165?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114223011335336165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114223011335336165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_13_archive.html#114223011335336165' title='ah ha ha ha  ha'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114222870502290585</id><published>2006-03-13T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T00:45:05.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mission failed</title><content type='html'>the mall was too hot and crowded&lt;br /&gt;and the girl behind me was abusing an obviously scared and uncomfortable dog by carrying it in a bag it was way to big for through a crowded store that was about 10 degrees too hot for a dog&lt;br /&gt;and the sock selection was sub par&lt;br /&gt;sub sub par even&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not sure these hoop earrings say "pirate" so much as "poser slut"&lt;br /&gt;and after the whole ordeal that was aquiring my bribes, I didn't want to do any studying to deserve them because 1. I spent too much energy getting them that I was out of study energy. 2. The hassle of getting them was enough work to deserve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep&lt;br /&gt;I registered for summer&lt;br /&gt;you can take up to 7 credits&lt;br /&gt;I need 6.5&lt;br /&gt;the only .5 classes are for PE majors only&lt;br /&gt;so for summer II I will have to take some 3 credit junk&lt;br /&gt;and then I get the hell out of here and back to the superior in every way midwest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114222870502290585?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114222870502290585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114222870502290585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_13_archive.html#114222870502290585' title='mission failed'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114214341757768392</id><published>2006-03-12T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T01:03:37.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 in 7</title><content type='html'>The Hills Have Eyes = Bear Awsome&lt;br /&gt;whether Porkpie thinks so or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed, I flinched, I cheered&lt;br /&gt;Horror does not get much better without deviating from the formulae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114214341757768392?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114214341757768392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114214341757768392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_12_archive.html#114214341757768392' title='1 in 7'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114170307564472372</id><published>2006-03-06T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T22:44:35.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my god, oh my god, oh my god</title><content type='html'>it's march 6th!!!&lt;br /&gt;march 6th!!!&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up&lt;br /&gt;I am such a bad friend&lt;br /&gt;I totally dropped the ball on this one and I feel horrible&lt;br /&gt;I missed kirstin's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;and it's not like I didn't know it was coming either&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about it and then this week I just blanked&lt;br /&gt;I am the worst friend in the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114170307564472372?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114170307564472372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114170307564472372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_06_archive.html#114170307564472372' title='oh my god, oh my god, oh my god'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114166745090604621</id><published>2006-03-06T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T12:50:50.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>maury exploits little people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thatbrunettegirl&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; (12:27:50 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tall Paul;color:#0080c0;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thatbrunettegirl&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; (12:27:58 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tall Paul;color:#0080c0;"&gt;maury has turned into munchkin land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thatbrunettegirl&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; (12:28:05 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tall Paul;color:#0080c0;"&gt;they're &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(little people)&lt;/span&gt; all over the place singing and dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thatbrunettegirl&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; (12:28:15 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tall Paul;color:#0080c0;"&gt;with their giant girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thatbrunettegirl&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; (12:28:28 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tall Paul;color:#0080c0;"&gt;and various celebrities willing to appear on Maury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#0000ff;"&gt;im2fat2bninja&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; (12:28:50 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;well not everybody can get on Oprah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thatbrunettegirl&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; (12:29:11 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tall Paul;color:#0080c0;"&gt;and then maury tosses out trips and bikes like he's travel agent santa claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114166745090604621?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114166745090604621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114166745090604621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_06_archive.html#114166745090604621' title='maury exploits little people'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114157355030440116</id><published>2006-03-05T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T10:45:50.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>owwwww</title><content type='html'>I'm a little young for my first heart attack, but the presure/stress is mounting quickly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114157355030440116?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114157355030440116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114157355030440116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_05_archive.html#114157355030440116' title='owwwww'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114157110483057682</id><published>2006-03-05T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T10:05:04.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what E! has taught me</title><content type='html'>The 'simple' in 'the simple life' refers directly to the 'stars' of the show&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114157110483057682?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114157110483057682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114157110483057682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_05_archive.html#114157110483057682' title='what E! has taught me'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114149571390819042</id><published>2006-03-04T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T13:08:33.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Had to be Billy Joel</title><content type='html'>There's a place in the world for the angry young man&lt;br /&gt; With his working class ties and his radical plans&lt;br /&gt; He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl,&lt;br /&gt; He's always at home with his back to the wall.&lt;br /&gt; And he's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost,&lt;br /&gt; And he struggles and bleeds as he hangs on the cross-&lt;br /&gt; And he likes to be known as the angry young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Give a moment or two to the angry young man,&lt;br /&gt; With his foot in his mouth and his heart in his hand.&lt;br /&gt; He's been stabbed in the back, he's been misunderstood,&lt;br /&gt; It's a comfort to know his intentions are good.&lt;br /&gt; And he sits in a room with a lock on the door,&lt;br /&gt; With his maps and his medals laid out on the floor-&lt;br /&gt; And he likes to be known as the angry young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I believe I've passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage&lt;br /&gt; I found that just surviving was a noble fight.&lt;br /&gt; I once believed in causes too,&lt;br /&gt; I had my pointless point of view,&lt;br /&gt; And life went on no matter who was wrong or right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And there's always a place for the angry young man,&lt;br /&gt; With his fist in the air and his head in the sand.&lt;br /&gt; And he's never been able to learn from mistakes,&lt;br /&gt; So he can't understand why his heart always breaks.&lt;br /&gt; But his honor is pure and his courage as well,&lt;br /&gt; And he's fair and he's true and he's boring as hell-&lt;br /&gt; And he'll go to the grave as an angry old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (synthesizer solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There's a place in the world for the angry young man&lt;br /&gt; With his working class ties and his radical plans&lt;br /&gt; He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl,&lt;br /&gt; He's always at home with his back to the wall.&lt;br /&gt; And he's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost,&lt;br /&gt; And he struggles and bleeds as he hangs on the cross-&lt;br /&gt; And he likes to be known as the angry young man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114149571390819042?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114149571390819042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114149571390819042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_04_archive.html#114149571390819042' title='Had to be Billy Joel'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114138500996206157</id><published>2006-03-03T06:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T06:23:29.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://kevan.org/johari?name=thatbrunettegirl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114138500996206157?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114138500996206157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114138500996206157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_03_archive.html#114138500996206157' title=''/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114138435617205859</id><published>2006-03-03T06:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T06:12:36.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've said it before</title><content type='html'>I only like artists that have their own websites which are NOT flash, which include one full page of large but low res pics of their work, a CV and contact info.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114138435617205859?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114138435617205859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114138435617205859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_03_03_archive.html#114138435617205859' title='I&apos;ve said it before'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114104238245624752</id><published>2006-02-27T07:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T07:13:02.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>news of the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/Name?nicole+ritchie"&gt;nicole ritchie&lt;/a&gt;  has a &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/Name?Bacon,+Kevin"&gt;Kevin Bacon&lt;/a&gt;  number of infinity. &lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/Name?nicole+ritchie"&gt;nicole ritchie&lt;/a&gt;  cannot be linked to &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/Name?Bacon,+Kevin"&gt;Kevin Bacon&lt;/a&gt;  using only feature films.   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   About 12% of all actors cannot be linked to the rest of   the movie universe,   either because they have appeared only in TV features   or straight-to-video releases that the Oracle doesn't count,   or because they have not appeared in any features with   actors from the Hollywood mainstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;although Paris has a degree of 2, so obviously nicole has a degree of 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114104238245624752?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114104238245624752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114104238245624752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_27_archive.html#114104238245624752' title='news of the morning'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114104049151845620</id><published>2006-02-27T06:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T06:51:51.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>funniest thing i've read all night</title><content type='html'>whenever I get to thinking that most people aren't illiterate morons with no research skills or knowledge of anything that happened more than 4 years ago or 25 miles away from their own little universes, all I have to do is read the imdb message boards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm going to do this like an award show/highlight reel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best thread of the night writen by 100 autistic, blind, non-english speaking monkies on 100 braille typewriters with no vowels goes to "Live Action Futurama Dream Cast List"&lt;br /&gt;accepting for this thread are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="30266218"&gt;Re: NO LIVE ACTION ?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="right" bgcolor="#006699"&gt; &lt;a title="Previous Message" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0471711/board/nest/29158631#29900173"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/boards/msgup.gif" border="0" height="16" width="21" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Next Message" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0471711/board/nest/29158631#30348352"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/boards/msgdown.gif" border="0" height="16" width="21" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/boards/post.gif" width="14" /&gt;&lt;b&gt; by - &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/user/ur0473855/boards/profile/"&gt;   wishkah7  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; (Thu Nov 24 2005 15:41:23 )  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="right"&gt;  &lt;!-- user CAN edit --&gt;  &lt;!-- user can't edit --&gt;  &lt;table border="0"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/user/ur7612939/boards/profile/?k=473855"&gt;Ignore this User&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0471711/board/abuse/30266218"&gt;Report Abuse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0471711/board/reply/30266218"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ia.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/78/41/49.gif" alt="Reply" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;  &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Live-action or not, I'm still satisfied that the movie is coming. If it was live-action, who do you think could play who? Here's how I pictured it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fry:  Seth Green&lt;br /&gt;Leela:  Jennifer Garner&lt;br /&gt;Bender: CGI animated voiced by Vince Vaughn&lt;br /&gt;Amy:  Ziyi Zhang&lt;br /&gt;Hermes:  Bernie Mac&lt;br /&gt;LaBarabra:  Halle Berry&lt;br /&gt;Zoidberg:  CGI animated voiced by Dustin Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;Prof. Farsnworth:  John Lithgow&lt;br /&gt;Zapp:  Rob Schnider&lt;br /&gt;Kiff:  Jake Gyllenhaal&lt;br /&gt;Linda:  Michelle Pfiffer&lt;br /&gt;Morbo:  CGI animated voiced by Robert Di Nero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="6%"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(223, 223, 223);"&gt;      &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="36899004"&gt;Re: NO LIVE ACTION ?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="right" bgcolor="#006699"&gt; &lt;a title="Previous Message" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0471711/board/nest/29158631#30738297"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/boards/msgup.gif" border="0" height="16" width="21" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Next Message" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0471711/board/nest/29158631#30918831"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/boards/msgdown.gif" border="0" height="16" width="21" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/boards/post.gif" width="14" /&gt;&lt;b&gt; by - &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/user/ur2807584/boards/profile/"&gt;   Banky_Bruce  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 4 days ago&lt;span style=""&gt; (Thu Feb 23 2006 00:21:54 )  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="right"&gt;  &lt;!-- user CAN edit --&gt;  &lt;!-- user can't edit --&gt;  &lt;table border="0"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/user/ur7612939/boards/profile/?k=2807584"&gt;Ignore this User&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0471711/board/abuse/36899004"&gt;Report Abuse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0471711/board/reply/36899004"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ia.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/78/41/49.gif" alt="Reply" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, if you're casting Zapp with an older guy like shatner, I say John O'Hurley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Farnsworth should be David Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bender should be Terry Bradshaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Amy should be Sung Hi Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Hermes should be Bill Cosby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Zoidberg should be Paul Giamatti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kiff should be DJ Qualls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Fry should be Ewan McGreggor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Leela should be Lauren Graham &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="31924802"&gt;Re: NO LIVE ACTION ?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="right" bgcolor="#006699"&gt; &lt;a title="Previous Message" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0471711/board/nest/29158631#31916630"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/boards/msgup.gif" border="0" height="16" width="21" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Next Message" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0471711/board/nest/29158631#31990117"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/boards/msgdown.gif" border="0" height="16" width="21" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/boards/post.gif" width="14" /&gt;&lt;b&gt; by - &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/user/ur6687089/boards/profile/"&gt;   ckat13  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; (Tue Dec 20 2005 07:29:30 )  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="right"&gt;  &lt;!-- user CAN edit --&gt;  &lt;!-- user can't edit --&gt;  &lt;table border="0"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/user/ur7612939/boards/profile/?k=6687089"&gt;Ignore this User&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0471711/board/abuse/31924802"&gt;Report Abuse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0471711/board/reply/31924802"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ia.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/78/41/49.gif" alt="Reply" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/boards/arrow_subordinate.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATED&lt;/b&gt; Tue Dec 20 2005 07:30:42 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;  &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fry: Seth Green(That goes without saying)&lt;br /&gt;Leela: Jennifer Garner&lt;br /&gt;Bender: CGI animated voiced by JOHN DIMAGGIO (no one else u loony!)&lt;br /&gt;Amy: Lucy Liu (her or wishkah7's pick)&lt;br /&gt;Hermes: Doug E. Doug (who now?)&lt;br /&gt;LaBarabra: Halle Berry&lt;br /&gt;Zoidberg: CGI animated voiced by BILLY WEST (duh!)&lt;br /&gt;Prof. Farsnworth: Henry Winkler (lol)&lt;br /&gt;Zapp: Rob Schnider&lt;br /&gt;Kiff: Jake Gyllenhaal (no, but someone who is kind and timid, or kinda timid.)&lt;br /&gt;Linda: Michelle Pfiffer&lt;br /&gt;Morbo: CGI animated voiced by MAURICE LAMARCHE (crazy loon if you want anyone else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a jerk, especially not to aliens, because they just might disintegrate you.-danjfrank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="35239478"&gt;Re: NO LIVE ACTION ?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="right" bgcolor="#006699"&gt; &lt;a title="Previous Message" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0471711/board/nest/29158631#34967853"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/boards/msgup.gif" border="0" height="16" width="21" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Next Message" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0471711/board/nest/29158631#32062209"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/boards/msgdown.gif" border="0" height="16" width="21" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/boards/post.gif" width="14" /&gt;&lt;b&gt; by - &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/user/ur7528440/boards/profile/"&gt;   JasonJiants  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; (Wed Feb 1 2006 17:26:49 )  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="right"&gt;  &lt;!-- user CAN edit --&gt;  &lt;!-- user can't edit --&gt;  &lt;table border="0"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/user/ur7612939/boards/profile/?k=7528440"&gt;Ignore this User&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0471711/board/abuse/35239478"&gt;Report Abuse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0471711/board/reply/35239478"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ia.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/78/41/49.gif" alt="Reply" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;  &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fry: Seth Green&lt;br /&gt;Leela: I would say Katey Segal but she is too old so I dont know who then but NOT Jennifer Garner&lt;br /&gt;Bender: of course John Dimaggio&lt;br /&gt;Amy:Katie Leung (Cho Chang from Harry Potter)&lt;br /&gt;Hermes:Doug E. Doug&lt;br /&gt;LaBarabra: not important shes not a main character&lt;br /&gt;Zoidberg: Billy West&lt;br /&gt;Prof. Farnsworth: Don Knotts&lt;br /&gt;Zapp:Will Ferrell&lt;br /&gt;Kiff:CGI so Maurice Lamarche&lt;br /&gt;Linda: I dont Know some no name&lt;br /&gt;Morbo:Maurice Lamarche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then of course there is this monstrasity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.freewebs.com/thefleapit/zposter%20futurama.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this ends our award show because i have to go cry over the state of our nation's youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adamendum from a completely different post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="4%"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td bg style="color:#dfdfdf;"&gt;      &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bg style="color:#006699;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="37183158"&gt;Re: Movie plot ideas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="right" bgcolor="#006699"&gt; &lt;a title="Previous Message" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0471711/board/nest/35131001#35498386"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/boards/msgup.gif" border="0" height="16" width="21" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Next Message" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0471711/board/nest/35131001#35556017"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/boards/msgdown.gif" border="0" height="16" width="21" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i.imdb.com/boards/post.gif" width="14" /&gt;&lt;b&gt; by - &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/user/ur5102607/boards/profile/"&gt;   barrytown83  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 10 hours ago&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt; (Sun Feb 26 2006 17:34:10 )  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="right"&gt;  &lt;!-- user CAN edit --&gt;  &lt;!-- user can't edit --&gt;  &lt;table border="0"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/user/ur7612939/boards/profile/?k=5102607"&gt;Ignore this User&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0471711/board/abuse/37183158"&gt;Report Abuse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0471711/board/reply/37183158"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ia.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/78/41/49.gif" alt="Reply" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;nobody likes zoidberg.&lt;br /&gt;deal with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/user/ur0473855/boards/profile/"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114104049151845620?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114104049151845620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114104049151845620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_27_archive.html#114104049151845620' title='funniest thing i&apos;ve read all night'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114103274092519996</id><published>2006-02-27T04:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T04:32:20.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Darias Tonight</title><content type='html'>Your horror movie death is extra tragic, because the people around you just assumed you went crazy. The truth is, you bought a weird-looking antique book at a used bookstore downtown, and when you read the first few lines aloud in a fake scary voice, you accidentally called forth an evil spirit. The ancient demon possessed your body and controlled your every move, but it never quite grasped the basics of modern technology. After a messy incident involving the escalator at the mall, the demon decided human bodies were just too fragile. It abandoned your now lifeless self, and moved into a &lt;i&gt;Gossip Girls&lt;/i&gt; novel. &lt;p&gt;             &lt;span class="dkbluehead"&gt;18% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodytextregular"&gt;of the people who tooks this quiz got the same evaluation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114103274092519996?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114103274092519996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114103274092519996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_27_archive.html#114103274092519996' title='4 Darias Tonight'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114103186513608756</id><published>2006-02-27T04:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T04:17:45.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>late night hi-larity</title><content type='html'>totally unfixed quiz results which make me laugh&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/games/quiz/2753"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/haircolor/brunette.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114103186513608756?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114103186513608756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114103186513608756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_27_archive.html#114103186513608756' title='late night hi-larity'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114102918893674809</id><published>2006-02-27T03:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T03:33:08.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky you guys</title><content type='html'>1. I'm giving up carjacking for lent this year&lt;br /&gt;You're supposed to give up something you really love and want&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone ever gives up God&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can get Dr. J to give up church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I just realized there is something inheirantly lesbian about Daria&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not comfortable staying up late to watch it by myself in my freezing cold room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Seems I already gave up warmth for lent&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as how I am laying in my bed with 2 pairs of pants, a long sleeve shirt, my baja, socks and a hat on and I am ice&lt;br /&gt;dammit&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a space heater, I can't afford one, I have no room for them, I have no money for one and I pay for half the heating of this appartment&lt;br /&gt;but something must be done&lt;br /&gt;I may get some of those vent covers for other rooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I may be giving  up sleeping for lent&lt;br /&gt;although eating would also be psychotic&lt;br /&gt;yes, eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. GRAH!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114102918893674809?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114102918893674809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114102918893674809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_27_archive.html#114102918893674809' title='lucky you guys'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114098864409909293</id><published>2006-02-26T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T16:17:24.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>silly Patricia Cornwall</title><content type='html'>we shouldn't romanticize Jack the Ripper because he was all brutal&lt;br /&gt;"Just look what he did to Mary Kelly! That's one of the worst crime scenes I've ever seen."&lt;br /&gt;There are at least three things wrong with the above statement.&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE POOR WALTER SICKERT ALONE!&lt;br /&gt;he was neither an anti-woman mason, nor an anti-women homosexual&lt;br /&gt;he was a painter&lt;br /&gt;also&lt;br /&gt;Prince Eddy was so riddled with syph that he could barely leave his bed and his doctor was his doctor in name only as he was extremly old and arthritic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I care. It's not like anyone important takes her seriously anyway. I just wonder when people are going to get over their victorian biases and figure out who actually did it. (It's right there if you are willing to accept it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114098864409909293?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114098864409909293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114098864409909293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_26_archive.html#114098864409909293' title='silly Patricia Cornwall'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114093136074251007</id><published>2006-02-26T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T00:22:40.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things i hate</title><content type='html'>1. Reruns&lt;br /&gt;2. Not being able to read because I have to stay awake or else I won't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;3. having to ask visitors to leave when they'd like to stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114093136074251007?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114093136074251007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114093136074251007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_26_archive.html#114093136074251007' title='things i hate'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114090644346606323</id><published>2006-02-25T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T17:32:14.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A&amp;E saved my life today</title><content type='html'>TV sucked all day....until!&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;amp;E inside poligamy&lt;br /&gt;here are some of the gems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: this guy is a jerk&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: and the chicks are robots&lt;br /&gt;midwat: well, what would you expect?&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: the one said she feels sorry for the men&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: because they have to "dispense justice"&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: "obediance in the bed rock"&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: sick&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: ha&lt;br /&gt;midwat: i see&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: "it takes a much more intelligent and strong willed woman to be obediant to her husband"&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: "what if you had a sister that you loved and she didn't have a husband? wouldn't you want her to have a husband?"&lt;br /&gt;midwat: that's kinda sick&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: well yeah&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: but you're thinking about the insest&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: i'm thinking because the women think that they are nothing without husbands and kids&lt;br /&gt;midwat: well, yeah&lt;br /&gt;midwat: i'll stick with feeling sickened by the incest&lt;br /&gt;midwat: it's, quite frankly, too much wrong to take in one sitting&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: the one chick left her first husband and 11 kids to be this dirty "prophet's" second wife&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: she was "called by god"&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: oh now they're talking to the kids&lt;br /&gt;midwat: fun&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: 7 year old boy wants to have 3 wives so he'll have lots of children&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: and they've segued into sexual abuse&lt;div 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114075400266035118</id><published>2006-02-23T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T23:06:42.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mike's right</title><content type='html'>i do complain a lot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114075400266035118?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114075400266035118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114075400266035118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_23_archive.html#114075400266035118' title='mike&apos;s right'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114075250245771834</id><published>2006-02-23T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T22:41:42.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>how awsome would it be if my head stopped hurting and my stomach felt less upset&lt;br /&gt;and my arms and legs quit aching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114075250245771834?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114075250245771834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114075250245771834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_23_archive.html#114075250245771834' title='sick'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114074818720185006</id><published>2006-02-23T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:29:47.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think they make my food hotter everytime</title><content type='html'>My indian food tonight tasted like burning&lt;br /&gt;and they didn't give me any of my favorite sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114074818720185006?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114074818720185006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114074818720185006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_23_archive.html#114074818720185006' title='I think they make my food hotter everytime'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114074633929887020</id><published>2006-02-23T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T20:58:59.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed</title><content type='html'>day 2&lt;br /&gt;this blows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114074633929887020?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114074633929887020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114074633929887020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_23_archive.html#114074633929887020' title='depressed'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114069329408951007</id><published>2006-02-23T06:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T06:15:55.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6:09am</title><content type='html'>one of these nights, I'd like to try sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the constructive news is that I got a lot of work done on my mother's birthday present&lt;br /&gt;2 whole parts&lt;br /&gt;only 4 more to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, both "Little House" and "Mama's Family" tonight had characters named Carstairs&lt;br /&gt;interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114069329408951007?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114069329408951007'/><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114067677545914519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114067677545914519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_23_archive.html#114067677545914519' title='having trouble sleeping'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114064997830599646</id><published>2006-02-22T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T18:12:58.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on a whim, movie night</title><content type='html'>Bleed&lt;br /&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0329334/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="ch"&gt;User Comments:&lt;/b&gt; Worst. Movie. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Nightmare&lt;br /&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0247164/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="ch"&gt;User Comments:&lt;/b&gt; Barely watchable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114064997830599646?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114064997830599646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114064997830599646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_22_archive.html#114064997830599646' title='on a whim, movie night'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114057328596239295</id><published>2006-02-21T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T20:54:46.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>god finds a way</title><content type='html'>my movie fest is not going to suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're showing "The Last Crusade"&lt;br /&gt;the catholics are showing "The Devil's Advocate"&lt;br /&gt;the gospel ensamble is showing (yawn) "the Gospel"&lt;br /&gt;and the evangelicals are showing "Bruce Almighty"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114057328596239295?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114057328596239295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114057328596239295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_21_archive.html#114057328596239295' title='god finds a way'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114050510928818526</id><published>2006-02-21T01:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T01:58:29.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, I'm a Dumb</title><content type='html'>I have jelly beans in my bed, Nacho cheese on my keyboard, cherry coke all over my pillow and chocolate on my leg warmers. I also that my rug is saturated with pop tart crumbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live like a fat girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114050510928818526?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114050510928818526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114050510928818526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_21_archive.html#114050510928818526' title='Man, I&apos;m a Dumb'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114050475032542717</id><published>2006-02-21T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T01:52:30.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elise-1 President's Day-0</title><content type='html'>Although it was harder than earlier anticipated to get Tortillia Chips, Nacho Cheese, Jalapenos, Starburst Jelly Beans and a liter of Sprite at 1am on President's Day&lt;br /&gt;I defeated it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself in a similar situation, remember a couple of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Taco Bell offers Jalapenos on the side for 20c&lt;br /&gt;2. Walgreens puts up their Easter Candy Display right after the 14th&lt;br /&gt;3. When a Focus has about 1/8 tank, you have more than enough to drive to every store that you feel should be 24hours&lt;br /&gt;4. If you time it right, Daria will be on when you get home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114050475032542717?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114050475032542717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114050475032542717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_21_archive.html#114050475032542717' title='Elise-1 President&apos;s Day-0'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114041804187841239</id><published>2006-02-20T01:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T01:47:21.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tattoo adiction is a nasty bitch</title><content type='html'>I think mike likes reading my issues of BACKSTAGE because for him they represent a deeper level of entertainment news. Just this week we learned that a "High Fidelity" musical and a Billy Tipton biopic are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did eric want handcuffs for anyway? Why did he think I would have some? and Would he borrow my hypothetical set if he meant them for something kinky?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114041804187841239?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114041804187841239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114041804187841239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_20_archive.html#114041804187841239' title='tattoo adiction is a nasty bitch'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114028488960877671</id><published>2006-02-18T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T12:48:09.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fiscal mismanagement</title><content type='html'>Often members of my family get worried about my 13 year old cousin. Recently she's been "getting into trouble" which basically means wearing too much eye make-up and getting caught with a full, unopened pack of cigarettes. But how bad can the kid be if she corrects me for taking the lord's name in vein?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: oh my god&lt;br /&gt;T: okay&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: i just checked my checking account&lt;br /&gt;T: first of all its gosh&lt;br /&gt;T: AHH WHATD IT SAY&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: i have $2.75 in my bank&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: ha&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: that's actually good&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: because i thought i took out too much last night&lt;br /&gt;T: congradulations&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: so the fact that something is there is good&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: but $2.75&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: too funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSv Seal is awsome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114028488960877671?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114028488960877671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114028488960877671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_18_archive.html#114028488960877671' title='fiscal mismanagement'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-114006230875806858</id><published>2006-02-15T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:58:28.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>apparently i was a cartoon short</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.frederator.com/rez.php?i=big&amp;id=231"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.frederator.com/rez.php?i=big&amp;amp;id=231" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-114006230875806858?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114006230875806858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/114006230875806858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_15_archive.html#114006230875806858' title='apparently i was a cartoon short'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113997325554033731</id><published>2006-02-14T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T22:14:15.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>man,so full of chocolate or I &lt;3 HUHC</title><content type='html'>thatbrunettegirl: NEVER lie to house&lt;br /&gt;Auto response from midwat: Join me in the fight against literacy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: because he will find the most painful way to get the truth out of you&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: and he is getting some&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: with a whore&lt;br /&gt;midwat: indian whore&lt;br /&gt;midwat returned at 10:01:33 PM.&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: neato&lt;br /&gt;midwat: gotta include that detail&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: sorry&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: i've been looking at arab sims for hours now, trying to find jesus clothes so i'm kinda blind to that&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: like how when i watch too many britcoms, i can't hear british accents anymore&lt;br /&gt;midwat: ha&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: it's actually a bit of a problem&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: sweet&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: dracula 3000&lt;br /&gt;midwat: oh&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: sequal to dracual 2000&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: one of the worst vampire films ever&lt;br /&gt;midwat: brian watching olympics&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: worse than john carpenter's vampires 1, 2 and los meuros&lt;br /&gt;midwat: possibly worse than worst vampire movie ever&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: only this time&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: it's 3000&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: so it's in space!&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: god i hope there's space nakeness&lt;br /&gt;midwat: would be nice&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: if jason X has taught me anything it's that people on science ships get it on all the time&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: sometimes with robots&lt;br /&gt;midwat: lucky astronauts&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: oh no&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: it's all gay sex&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: women arent allowed on science ships silly&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: dude, this one isn't about...oh my god&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: vampire planet&lt;br /&gt;midwat: sweet&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: translvania planet&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: carpathia sector&lt;br /&gt;midwat: hilarious&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: and it's count olack, like nosferatu&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: and coolio is in this&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: oh my god this is the greatest ever&lt;br /&gt;midwat: always makes for good movie&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: but i haven't the patience and The Secret Lives of Women is doing trannies, so I'll have to catch this on DVD from the library during spring break&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113997325554033731?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113997325554033731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113997325554033731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_14_archive.html#113997325554033731' title='man,so full of chocolate or I &lt;3 HUHC'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113987811416747068</id><published>2006-02-13T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:48:34.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>melencholy</title><content type='html'>I wish i could figure out what's upsetting me so badly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113987811416747068?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113987811416747068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113987811416747068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_13_archive.html#113987811416747068' title='melencholy'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113987517300172045</id><published>2006-02-13T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T18:59:33.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night's "Little House"</title><content type='html'>thatbrunettegirl: freaked me out&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: and upset me quite a bit&lt;br /&gt;voodooxradio: what r u talking about&lt;br /&gt;voodooxradio: i never saw that show&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: last night's little house on the prairie&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: oh man&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: it was a later one&lt;br /&gt;voodooxradio: wat happened&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: this little girl got lots of crap from her widdowed father and the towns people because she had a big rack&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: saying she was "wanton" and leading on the boys&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: even though she didn't do anything, they were at her window trying to watch her undress&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: and then she gets raped by this guy in a clown mask&lt;br /&gt;voodooxradio: yo thats messed up&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: and her dad tells her not to tell anyone&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: and she passes out in school and it turns out she's pregnant&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: so she and her father sell the farm and move telling people that her husband died&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: and at the end she asks her father if he blames her&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: and his response is "you reep what you sew"&lt;br /&gt;voodooxradio: haha&lt;br /&gt;voodooxradio: that shows messed up&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: like she got raped because she was all trampy or something&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: but this was like a 10 year old girl&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: before she got raped, her father made her bind her breasts because they were big&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: i kept waiting for the main girl, who was her school teacher, to save her somehow&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: and it didn't happen&lt;br /&gt;voodooxradio: what a downer&lt;br /&gt;voodooxradio: write to the shows producer&lt;br /&gt;voodooxradio: about how outraged u are&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: she just got raped (by the way the clown mask was fucked up), had to leave town and got labelled as slut&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: i think the producer is dead&lt;br /&gt;voodooxradio: does that happen often?&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: i guess back in the day&lt;br /&gt;voodooxradio: im happy i didnt live back then&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: if a girl was raped, she was a slut, even if she was attacked&lt;br /&gt;voodooxradio: were there clowns back then?&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: apparently&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: i'm a little unclear as to when this all goes down&lt;br /&gt;voodooxradio: wow, i thought clowns were more recent&lt;br /&gt;voodooxradio: yea&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: because it's like frontier&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: yeah&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: it was totally like a plastic mask&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: like mike myers style&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: well&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: there have been clowns for a really long time&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: like comedia del'arte and mimes and stuff&lt;br /&gt;voodooxradio: sry, stepped on my surge protector&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: suck&lt;br /&gt;voodooxradio: so yea i can see ur dramatized from that show&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: extremely&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: like&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: the poor girl&lt;br /&gt;voodooxradio: ok so besides that episode&lt;br /&gt;voodooxradio: how r u&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: cold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113987517300172045?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113987517300172045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113987517300172045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_13_archive.html#113987517300172045' title='Last Night&apos;s &quot;Little House&quot;'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113987003566318113</id><published>2006-02-13T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T17:33:55.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>though it sometimes touches me, for like likes of such as me</title><content type='html'>I get why other people are all upset,&lt;br /&gt;people freak over meaningless holidays&lt;br /&gt;that makes sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, but I don't get upset over holidays,&lt;br /&gt;unless I have to celabrate them&lt;br /&gt;so I'm not upset about that&lt;br /&gt;and yet I'm upset about something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's my problem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113987003566318113?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113987003566318113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113987003566318113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_13_archive.html#113987003566318113' title='though it sometimes touches me, for like likes of such as me'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113977987114990337</id><published>2006-02-12T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T16:31:11.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sims 2 Dune Neighborhood</title><content type='html'>There are two different kinds of futuristic&lt;br /&gt;1. ultra colorful Jetson's style with unnatural shapes&lt;br /&gt;2. ultra sleek borg style with monochrome, aerodynamic shapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure which i want&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113977987114990337?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113977987114990337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113977987114990337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_12_archive.html#113977987114990337' title='Sims 2 Dune Neighborhood'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113961080620410304</id><published>2006-02-10T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T17:33:26.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stress head/back/stomach ache</title><content type='html'>Tyra today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What can Kioni do to be more real?"&lt;br /&gt;"Higher heals for starters!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone know of a library that has the Bead Journal from 1975?&lt;br /&gt;I really need an article out of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113961080620410304?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113961080620410304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113961080620410304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_10_archive.html#113961080620410304' title='stress head/back/stomach ache'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113952999200009656</id><published>2006-02-09T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:06:32.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in line for food today</title><content type='html'>thank God I am tall and thin and not short and fat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113952999200009656?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113952999200009656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113952999200009656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_09_archive.html#113952999200009656' title='in line for food today'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113936482194305077</id><published>2006-02-07T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:13:41.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday night</title><content type='html'>Dr. House&lt;br /&gt;you will never ever know how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;Sela Ward will never give you the respect, attention and love you deserve&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you're really British, old and married with children&lt;br /&gt;I love you in spite of all that&lt;br /&gt;and now that Earl is on Thursday nights, I am all yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113936482194305077?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113936482194305077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113936482194305077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_07_archive.html#113936482194305077' title='tuesday night'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113934122022940718</id><published>2006-02-07T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T14:40:20.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>job training/tec school ads make me sad because the people in them have such small dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113934122022940718?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113934122022940718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113934122022940718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_07_archive.html#113934122022940718' title=''/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113928646589306960</id><published>2006-02-06T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T23:27:45.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>either state only facts or else admit your predispositions</title><content type='html'>I turned of the local news for opening with the phrase "domestic spying" a horribly negative, biased and inaccurate phrase coined on the senate floor by some liberal speachwriter. I turn to the Daily Show where Jon Stewart, who has annoyed me in the past, is doing the same story only funny. Except that Stewart never once says "domestic spying" or even just "spying" he says "international wiretaps" and "wartime intelligence" and then plays clips of Carl Rove, the VP and the press guy defending the policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Jon Stewart the least biased newsman on TV? He's not perfect by any means and almost impossible to watch just before and after elections, but he's better than CNN, MSNBC and local news everywhere. He's more professional because he uses the correct terms instead of the moveon.org approved phrase. The only other people to do that are the openly conservative talk-radio hosts and the obviously conservative Fox News people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate TV news and TV news broadcastors. If we can learn anything from terrorists, it's how to deal with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113928646589306960?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113928646589306960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113928646589306960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_06_archive.html#113928646589306960' title='either state only facts or else admit your predispositions'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113909419352766495</id><published>2006-02-04T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T18:03:13.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>saints have hard lives</title><content type='html'>Matt is right to make jokes&lt;br /&gt;because it really is almost comedic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Neil Simon could have done much better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113909419352766495?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113909419352766495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113909419352766495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_04_archive.html#113909419352766495' title='saints have hard lives'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113907574314389578</id><published>2006-02-04T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T12:55:43.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend begining with Friday</title><content type='html'>I do more before noon than most people do in their entire lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113907574314389578?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113907574314389578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113907574314389578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_04_archive.html#113907574314389578' title='The weekend begining with Friday'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113890310534458130</id><published>2006-02-02T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T12:58:25.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reveling in my depression</title><content type='html'>Earl is a rerun tonight&lt;br /&gt;Lost was a rerun last night&lt;br /&gt;I have no reason to be alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113890310534458130?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113890310534458130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113890310534458130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_02_archive.html#113890310534458130' title='reveling in my depression'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113886619717768684</id><published>2006-02-02T02:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T02:43:17.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>degrassi</title><content type='html'>i find, that whenever someone has a quality about them that i simply cannot put my finger on, they are invariably canadian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113886619717768684?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113886619717768684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113886619717768684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_02_archive.html#113886619717768684' title='degrassi'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113877487194063909</id><published>2006-02-01T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T01:21:11.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hypnos</title><content type='html'>have you ever seen a commercial for a perfume that you were not cool enough to buy?&lt;br /&gt;i just did&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113877487194063909?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113877487194063909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113877487194063909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113877487194063909' title='hypnos'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113863072691656358</id><published>2006-01-30T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T09:18:51.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>watching....tyra?</title><content type='html'>Chastity Bono = The definition of classy, her mommy's sense of humor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113863072691656358?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113863072691656358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113863072691656358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_01_30_archive.html#113863072691656358' title='watching....tyra?'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113859745661227425</id><published>2006-01-29T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T00:04:16.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dear "Drawn Together" writers</title><content type='html'>If you actually stopped and thought about it you would see that you are terribly wrong about disney. They are not at all interested in censoring racist cartoons. It is actually PACs who do that. Disney is interested in selling their old cartoons on DVD and making dolls and video games and all kinds of money. Why would they erase racist stereotype cartoons when they could instead mass market them?&lt;br /&gt;Come now "Drawn Together" writers. Put aside your hate and think for a minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113859745661227425?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113859745661227425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113859745661227425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_archive.html#113859745661227425' title='dear &quot;Drawn Together&quot; writers'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113858909297481679</id><published>2006-01-29T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:44:52.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no classes for monday elise</title><content type='html'>sleeping all day + rum + indian food + cartoons + 40 some pages of children of dune + plans for more sleeping = awsome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113858909297481679?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113858909297481679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113858909297481679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_archive.html#113858909297481679' title='no classes for monday elise'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113845482120574654</id><published>2006-01-28T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T08:27:01.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>percent of me that wants to be here</title><content type='html'>___&lt;br /&gt;0.000%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that's repeating 0's)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113845482120574654?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113845482120574654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113845482120574654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_01_28_archive.html#113845482120574654' title='percent of me that wants to be here'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113647892022139521</id><published>2006-01-05T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T11:35:20.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thesims2.ea.com/sims2_userdata/11/382211/movie_mamaspapas_old.wmv"&gt;Movie Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113647892022139521?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113647892022139521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113647892022139521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_01_05_archive.html#113647892022139521' title=''/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113647726604085510</id><published>2006-01-05T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T11:07:46.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>getting better at this film thing</title><content type='html'>I did a really neat film last night&lt;br /&gt;the ad people say they may still need me this month and hope I am free.&lt;br /&gt;I can't let myself get too excited&lt;br /&gt;I really can't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113647726604085510?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113647726604085510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113647726604085510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_01_05_archive.html#113647726604085510' title='getting better at this film thing'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113640074736624570</id><published>2006-01-04T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T13:52:27.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sims 2</title><content type='html'>So 5 minutes before I leave to my plane to Europe the company that markets the Sims2 calls me. The woman tells me that her boss loves my films and could I send her some. This is not too surprising in that I had been in some contact with said company regarding my contact information and interest in appearing in commercials. This was a bit confusing though since I am a skinner by trade and had never made a movie ever. Let alone one her boss loved. I explained how I was interested, will be available for filming but will not be able to send her anything soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I e-mailed two different VPs my two new films which are pretty good freshman attempts, especially considering it took under 6 hours for both. Really they are sophemore since the first long film was a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is too late I'm sure, but maybe they'll keep me on record for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, it's just an honor to be nominated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113640074736624570?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113640074736624570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113640074736624570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2006_01_04_archive.html#113640074736624570' title='Sims 2'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113561420480441582</id><published>2005-12-26T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T11:23:24.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in Rome</title><content type='html'>not much to say&lt;br /&gt;just thought i'd post from rome&lt;br /&gt;saw the pope&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;he was all up in a window&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113561420480441582?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113561420480441582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113561420480441582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2005_12_26_archive.html#113561420480441582' title='in Rome'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113460704424381798</id><published>2005-12-14T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T19:37:24.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reel Christianity</title><content type='html'>Next Semester we are doing a series on christianity in movies&lt;br /&gt;here are some movies I suggested for viewing and discussion&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the other groups involved will pick cool ones instead of lame ones&lt;br /&gt;hopefully we'll get some controversy over this&lt;br /&gt;myself, I'm rooting for Dogma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Passion of the Christ (2004)&lt;br /&gt;The Crucible (1996)&lt;br /&gt;Left Behind (2000)&lt;br /&gt;Life of Brian (1979)&lt;br /&gt;The Gospel (2005)&lt;br /&gt;The Preacher's Wife (1996)&lt;br /&gt;Dogma (1999)&lt;br /&gt;The Ten Commandments (1956)&lt;br /&gt;The Prince of Egypt (1998)&lt;br /&gt;The Greatest Story Ever Told (1965)&lt;br /&gt;Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989)&lt;br /&gt;The Lion, the Witch, &amp;amp; the Wardrobe (1988)&lt;br /&gt;The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (1979)&lt;br /&gt;Keeping the Faith (2000)&lt;br /&gt;Priest (1994)&lt;br /&gt;The Omen (1976)&lt;br /&gt;The Exorcist (1973)&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary's Baby (1968)&lt;br /&gt;The Ninth Gate (1999)&lt;br /&gt;The Devil's Advocate (1997)&lt;br /&gt;Bedazzled (2000)&lt;br /&gt;Bedazzled (1967)&lt;br /&gt;Little Nicky (2000)&lt;br /&gt;The Matrix (1999)&lt;br /&gt;Jesus (1999)&lt;br /&gt;The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Kingdom of Heaven (2005)&lt;br /&gt;Godspell (1973)&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ Superstar (1973)&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ Superstar (2000)&lt;br /&gt;Jesus (1979)&lt;br /&gt;Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat (1999)&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Almighty (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Judgment (2001)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God! (1977)&lt;br /&gt;The Horn Blows at Midnight (1945)&lt;br /&gt;Constantine (2005)&lt;br /&gt;What Dreams May Come (1998)&lt;br /&gt;The Apostle (1997)&lt;br /&gt;Signs (2002)&lt;br /&gt;It's a Wonderful Life (1946)&lt;br /&gt;Dracula 2000 (2000)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113460704424381798?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113460704424381798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113460704424381798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2005_12_14_archive.html#113460704424381798' title='Reel Christianity'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113443630892841623</id><published>2005-12-12T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T20:20:25.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>damn you nick at night</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night that Harry Anderson as Harry Stone from Night Court and John Laroquette as Dan Fielding from Night Court were fighting for my affections.&lt;br /&gt;And I really liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crushes due to TVLand, so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. John Astin as Gomez Addams (rich, humble, a devoted husband and father, and a little screwed off kilter)&lt;br /&gt;2. Michael Landon as Philip Ingalls on Little House on the Prarie. (This is really a revival, I used to love him on Highway to Heaven, when I was little)&lt;br /&gt;3. Harry Anderson as Harry T. Stone (he's really sweet and a magician, he dresses 40s era and listens to 40s music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suplimental:&lt;br /&gt;john astin plays harry stone's father on night court, despite his advance age, and the fact that he plays a crazy guy, i still love him so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113443630892841623?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113443630892841623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113443630892841623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2005_12_12_archive.html#113443630892841623' title='damn you nick at night'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113443455730680775</id><published>2005-12-12T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T19:42:37.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my god</title><content type='html'>are all my paper's done?&lt;br /&gt;i think they are!&lt;br /&gt;my papers are done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the really big news is that i seem to be keeping food down&lt;br /&gt;that's not something I could have said 12 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;even 6 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;I will sleep early tonight and tomorrow should be a breeze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113443455730680775?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113443455730680775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113443455730680775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2005_12_12_archive.html#113443455730680775' title='oh my god'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113439912078922294</id><published>2005-12-12T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T09:52:00.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Il Divo? To Opera/Pop I say NO! oh, and they're multi-ethnic!</title><content type='html'>Kelly Ripa is an idiot. She thought that the NBA dress code was about what they wear on the court. When Charles Barkley looks at you like you're a moron, you have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a personal note, I feel really sick and I hope that when I wake up I feel less inclined to throw-up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113439912078922294?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113439912078922294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113439912078922294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2005_12_12_archive.html#113439912078922294' title='Il Divo? To Opera/Pop I say NO! oh, and they&apos;re multi-ethnic!'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113418449669938808</id><published>2005-12-09T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T22:14:56.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hedenism bot!</title><content type='html'>the word of the week is ostentatious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether in referance to Rococo or Oscar Wilde, this is a word that has appeared on my radar a lot more recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly like it because it sounds all stuck up, but is spelled exactly like is sounds like it would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay ostentatious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113418449669938808?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113418449669938808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113418449669938808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2005_12_09_archive.html#113418449669938808' title='oh hedenism bot!'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113413173355160562</id><published>2005-12-09T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T07:35:33.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abraxxia's Gambit</title><content type='html'>so here's my deal:&lt;br /&gt;for the purposes of writing an introduction to the most important paper of the semester, I need to come up with a significant greek archaeological find from circa 1900 so I can claim it influenced a certain moravian archaeologist&lt;br /&gt;I found it! Knossos excavations began in 1900 on the nose. Unfortunatly I need something with stonework and friezes and Knossos is all frescos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113413173355160562?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113413173355160562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113413173355160562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2005_12_09_archive.html#113413173355160562' title='Abraxxia&apos;s Gambit'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113409772664722512</id><published>2005-12-08T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:09:46.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a break from the 32 pages i have to write to post this and JD up my cherry coke</title><content type='html'>KariIsShort: Donkey Lips from Salute your Shorts...&lt;br /&gt;KariIsShort: did you ever catch that show?&lt;br /&gt;KariIsShort: Donkey Lips from salute your shorts totally has a myspace.&lt;br /&gt;KariIsShort: and I felt that I should share that with people of our generation that might appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: i didn't, but i'll pass on the word&lt;br /&gt;KariIsShort: ;-)&lt;br /&gt;KariIsShort: people can listen to his RAP MUSIC &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=37961668&amp;amp;Mytoken=51958F23-D5AD-4B1B-83392D37F47AD9D332464265"&gt;here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thatbrunettegirl: so does "the carver" from nip/tuck&lt;br /&gt;KariIsShort: it's the funniest thing in my WHOLE life.&lt;br /&gt;KariIsShort: really?&lt;br /&gt;KariIsShort: that's awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113409772664722512?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113409772664722512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113409772664722512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2005_12_08_archive.html#113409772664722512' title='a break from the 32 pages i have to write to post this and JD up my cherry coke'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113401364835895993</id><published>2005-12-07T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T22:47:28.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa</title><content type='html'>Drawn Together = Grease 2 referance (yes Grease 2)&lt;br /&gt;and yes, it's sad that I recognized it, but I always said that Grease 2 is equally as bad as Grease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113401364835895993?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113401364835895993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113401364835895993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2005_12_07_archive.html#113401364835895993' title='whoa'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113397108195447290</id><published>2005-12-07T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T10:58:02.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"soci-italy" good one Montel, try "socially"</title><content type='html'>1. I reread The Vampire Lestat a few months ago. Louis really, really screwed up by trying to get help from the Theatre des Vampires. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The New Voyages. The eps are in like 100 pieces, take forever to download and there appears to be only one up so far. I did get to watch 3 minutes of an ep though. Why did Captain Pike call his first officer "number one?" That's a Picard nickname, not standard practice. Also giving Uhura a first name my be PC (lord knows she deserves one)but isn't your place, don't presume. You've already presumed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Time for that nap I keep not taking. From 7:30-9:00 is so long, but from 9:30-2am is a quick jump&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113397108195447290?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113397108195447290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113397108195447290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2005_12_07_archive.html#113397108195447290' title='&quot;soci-italy&quot; good one Montel, try &quot;socially&quot;'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113384776275928502</id><published>2005-12-06T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T00:42:42.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goddammit</title><content type='html'>my head hurts really bad&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's stress because I never get headaches&lt;br /&gt;It might be from all the cold air&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take a sinus pill but I'm not sure it will help&lt;br /&gt;it could also be the computer screen but I really feel like it's my sinuses because my ear kinda hurts too&lt;br /&gt;dammit&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep soon&lt;br /&gt;that will help&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113384776275928502?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113384776275928502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113384776275928502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2005_12_06_archive.html#113384776275928502' title='goddammit'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113382063555666013</id><published>2005-12-05T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T17:10:35.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those things</title><content type='html'>2 columbus girls have been found stabbed to death in their appartments in the city&lt;br /&gt;one on the upper west side, on in brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;suddenly I'm very close to being a serial killer's MO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but like my father reminded me&lt;br /&gt;I don't live in the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big sigh of relief there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113382063555666013?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113382063555666013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113382063555666013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2005_12_05_archive.html#113382063555666013' title='one of those things'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243903.post-113373986975792032</id><published>2005-12-04T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T18:44:29.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a personal obsession</title><content type='html'>so I'm watching "Girls Next Door" my favorite E! show right now&lt;br /&gt;the girls have a 9pm curfew &lt;a href="http://www.playboy.com/arts-entertainment/features/girlsnextdoor/"&gt;"the girls live by Hef's rules, which include a strict curfew to be home by sundown, unless he's with them"&lt;/a&gt; so that they do not make hef look bad by partying without him&lt;br /&gt;they're part of his image which is part of his empire which leads me to believe that they are all under contract&lt;br /&gt;what this whole thing means is that the girls can only go on day trips because they can't stay in a hotel anywhere without hef.&lt;br /&gt; Even when they went to visit the one girl's family they have to be home before nine.&lt;br /&gt;for as twisted as this is (and I am way way past how twisted this is)my new question is...&lt;br /&gt;what is the punishment for being late? does he dump them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wannabehipster.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;im2fat2bninja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: maybe the don't get their nightly spankin&lt;br /&gt;also:&lt;br /&gt;whenever they go anywhere alone they have to fly coach on a commercial airline because "we don't have the expense account that hef has" ??????&lt;br /&gt;he can't charter them a plane? at least they get to take limos and stay (for the day) in nice hotel suites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while on the one hand he seems to actually care about her about his women, pretending to be sad when they are sick, and pretending to be sad when they are sad&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand he invites the to move into the house the day he meets them (proving that they don't need to actual be able to read or speak or have interests to date him, so long as they are hot and like sex) and then doesn't let them leave until he's done with them (he used to have 7 and now he has 3, the pairing down had to be nasty)&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i think i hate him now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new episode tonight&lt;br /&gt;this time they go to vegas WITH hef (so they can actually unpack)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12243903-113373986975792032?l=thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113373986975792032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12243903/posts/default/113373986975792032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrunettegirl.blogspot.com/2005_12_04_archive.html#113373986975792032' title='a personal obsession'/><author><name>Elise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
