<?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-11698560</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:31:39.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apathy Abounds</title><subtitle type='html'>I Don't Care...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-112992116103340672</id><published>2005-10-21T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T17:08:05.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I PASSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I PASSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-112992116103340672?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/112992116103340672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=112992116103340672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112992116103340672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112992116103340672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-passed.html' title='I PASSED'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-112984213346648424</id><published>2005-10-20T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T19:47:22.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>um....new stuff</title><content type='html'>Hey I know that I haven't posted in a while but I've been busy with my driving. I am taking my test tomorrow *squeals* and I wanna pass so I've been practicing like crazy. My dad is amazing, though. He wrote this big long list of stuff to remember while I'm taking my test. Here it is, if you ever need it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not so random Driving thoughts    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things to think about your test as you begin a lifetime driving pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parallel Parking:  Remember what we went over and if it doesn’t go perfect, don’t panic.  All you want to do is get it in the box.  It all starts with the initial approach. Do it like we practiced: not too far from the cone, car straight, back wheel lined up with the cone.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the scenarios we went over:&lt;br /&gt;a) Too deep: you will feel the back tire hit the curb, don’t panic! Just stop.&lt;br /&gt;Turn your wheel to the right before you move forward,    Move forward slowly. Stop, and then back in again turning the wheel to the left just like the first time you backed in until you are parallel.&lt;br /&gt;b) Too shallow: don’t try to get the car right on the curb because you would have to &lt;br /&gt;pull all the way out and start over to do it.  Just think about getting the car inside the white line and that’s it.&lt;br /&gt;     c)   Perfection:   If you get it just right, don’t have a emotional letdown and lose your    &lt;br /&gt;           concentration and mess the rest of the test up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rest of the Course:  USE SIGNALS, MAKE COMPLETE STOPS, DON’T THROW EASY POINTS AWAY BY FORGETTING ABOUT THESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Comments about your Adversary: The Drivers Examiner- Depending on who it is, they have done hundreds, if not thousands of tests.  They are looking to see if you have control of the vehicle.  They are evaluating you but YOU still control the ship. Having done many of these, they can already tell how you drive just how the car feels, e.g. smooth braking and smooth driving and turning. They could probably test you with their eyes closed (in your case, they may want to, just kidding ha ha) just by how the car feels.  Keep the dialog short with the examiner.  A simple greeting would suffice but let them initiate the conversation.  DO NOT  tell them to fasten their seatbelt.  Depending on what kind of day they had, that just may piss them off right away leaving you little chance of passing.  Also, be ready to demonstrate your knowledge of the controls (and I don’t mean the CD Player!) if you are asked.  I’ve seen people turn on the wipers when asked to turn on the lights, etc..  Generally, most of the people I failed could have passed but one little thing went wrong and they panicked and their test fell like a house of cards and they messed everything else up that they knew how to do.  I think you will pass but if doesn’t happen, the Examiner (if they are any good) will tell you what you did wrong and what to work on.  Just remember what they said for next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGNALS, SIGNALS, SIGNALS, COMPLETE STOPS&lt;br /&gt;(repeat as necessary............)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so megan you might wanna take a look at this. And by the way, that entry that I put on your blog took a lot of freaking creativity to write and it was really good and I wanna kill you for deleting it. So I sabatoged your blog instead. Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-112984213346648424?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/112984213346648424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=112984213346648424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112984213346648424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112984213346648424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/10/umnew-stuff.html' title='um....new stuff'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-112977708645991792</id><published>2005-10-19T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T22:58:06.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new one</title><content type='html'>Deagz, you definitely needed a new post out here. So I wrote this ^_^ I know, it's short and lame. But I'm bored, and I don't feel like writing out Brittney's note yet (which I'm gonna have to do cos NO ONE is online)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Smeagz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-112977708645991792?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/112977708645991792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=112977708645991792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112977708645991792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112977708645991792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-one.html' title='new one'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-112829240353147735</id><published>2005-10-02T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T18:33:23.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;form action='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php' method='post' target='_new'&gt;&lt;table border=1 bordercolor=#efefef cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=center colspan=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question1' value='TELL+ME+ABOUT+YOURSELF+-+The+Survey'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type1' value='2'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question2' value='Name%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type2' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jan. 27, 1989&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question3' value='Birthday%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type3' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Indiana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question4' value='Birthplace%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type4' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Current Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Johnstown, pa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question5' value='Current+Location%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type5' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;light brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question6' value='Eye+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type6' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;dark brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question7' value='Hair+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type7' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;5' 4''&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question8' value='Height%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type8' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;ambidextrous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question9' value='Right+Handed+or+Left+Handed%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type9' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;polish, german (interesting combo, no?)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question10' value='Your+Heritage%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type10' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;$5 flip flops&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question11' value='The+Shoes+You+Wore+Today%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type11' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;public speaking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question12' value='Your+Weakness%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type12' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question13' value='Your+Fears%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type13' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;extra cheese and green peppers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question14' value='Your+Perfect+Pizza%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type14' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;not die&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question15' value='Goal+You+Would+Like+To+Achieve+This+Year%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type15' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;dude&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question16' value='Your+Most+Overused+Phrase+On+an+instant+messenger%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type16' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;everyone needs to die&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question17' value='Thoughts+First+Waking+Up%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type17' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;um....eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question18' value='Your+Best+Physical+Feature%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type18' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;whenever I fall asleep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question19' value='Your+Bedtime%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type19' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;not having to worry about everything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question20' value='Your+Most+Missed+Memory%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type20' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;neither...gross!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question21' value='Pepsi+or+Coke%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type21' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;see above answer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question22' value='MacDonalds+or+Burger+King%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type22' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;ha ha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question23' value='Single+or+Group+Dates%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type23' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;lipton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question24' value='Lipton+Ice+Tea+or+Nestea%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type24' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question25' value='Chocolate+or+Vanilla%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type25' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;both&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question26' value='Cappuccino+or+Coffee%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type26' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question27' value='Do+you+Smoke%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type27' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;quite often&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question28' value='Do+you+Swear%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type28' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;*snorts*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question29' value='Do+you+Sing%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type29' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;yeah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question30' value='Do+you+Shower+Daily%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type30' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;yeah right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question31' value='Have+you+Been+in+Love%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type31' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;absolutely&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question32' value='Do+you+want+to+go+to+College%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type32' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question33' value='Do+you+want+to+get+Married%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type33' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you belive in yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question34' value='Do+you+belive+in+yourself%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type34' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;i get seasick in the bathtub&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question35' value='Do+you+get+Motion+Sickness%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type35' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;i guess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question36' value='Do+you+think+you+are+Attractive%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type36' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question37' value='Are+you+a+Health+Freak%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type37' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;for the most part&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question38' value='Do+you+get+along+with+your+Parents%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type38' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;yesh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question39' value='Do+you+like+Thunderstorms%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type39' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you play an Instrument:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;used to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question40' value='Do+you+play+an+Instrument%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type40' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;.........&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question41' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+Drank+Alcohol%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type41' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question42' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+Smoked%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type42' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;no, def not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question43' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Drugs%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type43' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;pht...no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question44' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+on+a+Date%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type44' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;went yesterday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question45' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+to+a+Mall%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type45' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;never the whole box&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question46' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+a+box+of+Oreos%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type46' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question47' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+Sushi%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type47' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question48' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Stage%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type48' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question49' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+been+Dumped%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type49' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;don't do dipping period&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question50' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+Skinny+Dipping%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type50' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question51' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+Stolen+Anything%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type51' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;not really&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question52' value='Ever+been+Drunk%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type52' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;def not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question53' value='Ever+been+called+a+Tease%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type53' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;by my dog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question54' value='Ever+been+Beaten+up%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type54' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;no, not talented enough&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question55' value='Ever+Shoplifted%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type55' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;in style (think hot pink coffin)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question56' value='How+do+you+want+to+Die%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type56' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;writer or artist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question57' value='What+do+you+want+to+be+when+you+Grow+Up%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type57' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;england&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question58' value='What+country+would+you+most+like+to+Visit%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type58' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=center colspan=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question59' value='In+a+Boy%2FGirl..'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type59' value='2'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Favourite Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;doesn't matter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question60' value='Favourite+Eye+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type60' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Favourite Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;dark&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question61' value='Favourite+Hair+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type61' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;not too short, not too long&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question62' value='Short+or+Long+Hair%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type62' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;a little taller than me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question63' value='Height%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type63' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;medium, muscular&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question64' value='Weight%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type64' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;casual, but knows how to dress up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question65' value='Best+Clothing+Style%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type65' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrgh??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question66' value='Number+of+Drugs+I+have+taken%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type66' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;don't feel like counting them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question68' value='Number+of+CDs+I+own%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type68' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of Piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question69' value='Number+of+Piercings%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type69' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;0&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question70' value='Number+of+Tattoos%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type70' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm gonna regret taking this survey if there's another stupid question like this&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question71' value='Number+of+things+in+my+Past+I+Regret%3A'&gt;&lt;input 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112829240353147735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112829240353147735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/10/survey.html' title='the survey'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-112813245649432185</id><published>2005-09-30T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T22:07:36.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my....uniqueness</title><content type='html'>Ok, Megan and I decided in Foods class that we were going to post 15 reasons why we are each unique. Megan *cough cough* hasn't posted hers yet *cough cough*, but because I am not lazy I will post my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My Top 15 Reasons Why I'm Unique&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am incapable of human emotion&lt;br /&gt;2.  I like to watch the Hallmark Channel                                          3.  I am asexual (at least through high school, all of the guys are assholes)&lt;br /&gt;4.  I apparently remind Megan of Canada (?)&lt;br /&gt;5.  I speak in perfect grammar&lt;br /&gt;6.  I like brocolli and spinach&lt;br /&gt;7.  If people could reach nirvana, I would be the first one of my friends to do so&lt;br /&gt;8.  My friends are the only thing that would prevent me from reaching it&lt;br /&gt;9.  I have dreams about killing people with art supplies&lt;br /&gt;10. I have patience power&lt;br /&gt;11. I eat only home/restaurant made meals&lt;br /&gt;12. I look good in earth tones and pink&lt;br /&gt;13. I am deathly aquaphobic, but I am Aquarius and I am obsessed with boats&lt;br /&gt;14. I can get away with anything with some teachers, but I am usually a bad student&lt;br /&gt;15. I like to carve fisher boys out of wood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-112813245649432185?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/112813245649432185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=112813245649432185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112813245649432185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112813245649432185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/09/myuniqueness.html' title='my....uniqueness'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-112795560327047592</id><published>2005-09-28T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:00:03.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photobucket</title><content type='html'>This is a test post from &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/"&gt;Photobucket.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-112795560327047592?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/112795560327047592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=112795560327047592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112795560327047592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112795560327047592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/09/photobucket.html' title='Photobucket'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-112793787218968447</id><published>2005-09-28T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T16:04:32.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the power of creativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/caz15th/1127614967_Creativity.jpg" border="0" alt="Creativity1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; Creativity- &lt;/b&gt; Your inner power is&lt;br&gt;Creativity! Any of The Arts-music, dance, pure&lt;br&gt;art, drama, creative writing-are your passion.&lt;br&gt;You love the way you can control what happens&lt;br&gt;to you and your life while you participate in&lt;br&gt;any of The Arts, and you can push your emotions&lt;br&gt;aside when you do so. You at times can feel&lt;br&gt;very depressed and alone, and yet it only&lt;br&gt;further fuels your love for your art. Life to&lt;br&gt;you can often seem bitter and cruel, a world of&lt;br&gt;darkness with only a few tiny flares of light,&lt;br&gt;stretched out far in between one another. In a&lt;br&gt;way youre confused with what you want in your&lt;br&gt;life, and find it hard to trust people. Because&lt;br&gt;of this people of the outside world see you as&lt;br&gt;cold and uncaring, yet those who befriend you&lt;br&gt;love you a lot, and know you are only very&lt;br&gt;lonely and hurting. Boys are intrigued by your&lt;br&gt;mysterious mask, and one day, one of them will&lt;br&gt;reach passed your barriers and care for you the&lt;br&gt;way you so desperately want to be cared for.&lt;br&gt;Dont let the popular people get you down; you&lt;br&gt;are a wonderful person, and without the&lt;br&gt;creativity you bring the world, it would be a&lt;br&gt;very boring place. Love yourself for who you&lt;br&gt;are, for you are very special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Boy/Girl who will sweep you off your feet: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;A sweet, sensitive man/woman. The guy/girl who&lt;br&gt;understands your need for being alone&lt;br&gt;sometimes. Yet also someone who would do&lt;br&gt;anything to protect you for being hurt, even if&lt;br&gt;it means giving up their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Your stone: &lt;/b&gt;  Jade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Your power: &lt;/b&gt;  Dreaming/Imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Your element: &lt;/b&gt;  Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; A quote that applies to you: &lt;/b&gt;  Dare to&lt;br&gt;dream, dare to fly, dare to be the ever chosen&lt;br&gt;one to touch the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/caz15th/quizzes/What's%20your%20inner%20power%3F%20(Girls%20only%20sorry.%20Beautiful%20anime%20pictures%2C%20lengthy%20results)/"&gt; What's your inner power? (Girls only sorry. Beautiful anime pictures, lengthy results)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-112793787218968447?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/112793787218968447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=112793787218968447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112793787218968447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112793787218968447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/09/power-of-creativity.html' title='the power of creativity'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-112750453288305374</id><published>2005-09-23T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T15:44:00.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the color of my brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/kstarbuck/quizzes/What%20Color%20is%20Your%20Brain%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/kstarbuck/1083637284_andomGreen.jpg" border="0" alt="Green"&gt;&lt;br&gt; What Color is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/kalicodreamz/1066666002_blue.jpg" border="0" alt="Blue"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Blue.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall you're a pretty content person.  At peace&lt;br&gt;with yourself, you don't tend to over react.&lt;br&gt;Although at times you can be quite harsh and&lt;br&gt;cold towards others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/kalicodreamz/quizzes/What%20Color%20Best%20Represents%20Your%20Personality%3F/"&gt; What Color Best Represents Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-112750453288305374?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/112750453288305374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=112750453288305374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112750453288305374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112750453288305374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/09/color-of-my-brain.html' title='the color of my brain'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-112655635094091738</id><published>2005-09-12T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:52:31.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan's recipe for disaster</title><content type='html'>Alright, let me bring whoever doesn't talk to me like every period up to speed. I got contacts and apparently they're amazing somehow. Actually they're not, Megan just thinks so. Speaking of megan, let me walk you through what I have to go through during a typical foods class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *blinks repeatedly cuz contacts are dry and they're bothering me*&lt;br /&gt;Megan: "You should do what I do to moisturize your eyes!" *Makes weird massaging motions over eyes*&lt;br /&gt;Me: "How is that gonna help me?"&lt;br /&gt;Megan: "It really works! It's an old Ola family recipe!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: *confused* "Recipe?"&lt;br /&gt;Megan: (in rather blunt tone) "A recipe for disaster."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Megan, that was beautiful." "I hate you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMEN. That last line just sums up it aaaall up. And then we went to the computer lab to go to that pyramid tracker thingy and type in our age and physical activity and stuff, and apparently megan does the same amount of physical activity as your average garden gnome. This actually inspired me to make a short little quiz, so here it is:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;               THE HEALTH QUIZ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. About how much time do you spend on the computer each day?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   a.) less than 1 hour&lt;br /&gt;   b.) 1-3 hours&lt;br /&gt;   c.) more than 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How would you describe your diet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   a.) Diet? I eat whatever I want and don't gain that much weight. I guess I have a high metabolism.&lt;br /&gt;   b.) I am a health freak. I like to count out the exact amount of calories that I take in and moniter my portions.&lt;br /&gt;   c.) I live out of the fridge. My only requirements are that my meals be cheap, salty, and contain as many unidentifiable ingredients as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you do any activity other than you daily routine?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   a.) I sign up for every sport that I can, soccer, basketball, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;   b.) A sloth would beat me in any sport&lt;br /&gt;   c.) I am fairly active and do some things more than the ordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How would you describe your appearance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   a.) Well kept, groomed, with shiny(not greasy) hair and smooth skin&lt;br /&gt;   b.) Average, appearance doesn't matter to me much.&lt;br /&gt;   c.) Let's just say that I don't own any mirrors or shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Why are you taking this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   a.) Because I feel like it&lt;br /&gt;   b.) Because I wan't to know how healthy I am&lt;br /&gt;   c.) To practice my reading and comprehending skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points:&lt;br /&gt;1. a.) 3 b.) 2  c.) 1&lt;br /&gt;2. a.) 2 b.) 3  c.) 2&lt;br /&gt;3. a.) 3 b.) 1  c.) 2&lt;br /&gt;4. a.) 3 b.) 2  c.) 1&lt;br /&gt;5. a.) 2 b.) 3  c.) 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Score:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-8 Garden Gnome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that you have some things to work out. You are a garden gnome. Think about it. You sit there all day, you don't really care about your appearance, and have you ever seen a slim, physically fit garden gnome? I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-12 Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you are kind of middle of the road. You care about some things, but not others. For example *cough cough*, you may care VERY much about your appearance and NOT AT ALL about diet and exercise. I'm not saying that you're fat or anything, but lay off the T.V. dinners, get away from the front of the mirror and go running or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-15 Steven Tucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that being a garden gnome was sad. But you, a Steven Tucker, might just have beat out the gnomies in the sadness category. You are constantly calculating, perfecting, and formulating your life into something that can't even be achieved by most robots. You can do it all, except have a life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*on a side note, please don't mention this quiz to steven. it might make him cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know that this post is already very long, but I just took megan's personality disorder test and here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="330" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html"&gt;Paranoid Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html"&gt;Schizoid Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizotypal.html"&gt;Schizotypal Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/antisocial.html"&gt;Antisocial Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/borderline.html"&gt;Borderline Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/histrionic.html"&gt;Histrionic Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/narcissistic.html"&gt;Narcissistic Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/avoidant.html"&gt;Avoidant Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html"&gt;Dependent Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/ocd.html"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Take the Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html"&gt;Personality Disorder Info&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-112655635094091738?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/112655635094091738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=112655635094091738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112655635094091738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112655635094091738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/09/megans-recipe-for-disaster.html' title='Megan&apos;s recipe for disaster'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-112534097531592711</id><published>2005-08-29T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T14:44:06.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Idlewild</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know that I only went to Idlewild two days ago, but the details are already leaving my brain, so I'd better write my blog entry now! Once again, a list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Are we still going to Idlewild today?" "What?" "We're going to Big Lots?"&lt;br /&gt;- litter gitter&lt;br /&gt;- Confusion hill, being confused as to why balls can roll uphill&lt;br /&gt;- "I'm sticking my finger in the wet hole!" (stop corrupting that, perv)&lt;br /&gt;- the retarded mutant 20-legged squid spider hanging from my train car&lt;br /&gt;- Ok, I'm going to make another mini-list to describe this incident 1. bee lands on Smeagz's cup 2. Smeagz brings it over to Katie with the most innocent of intentions 3. Katie doesn't realize that the intentions are innocent 4. Katie smacks cup (full of mountain dew) 5. Mountain dew lands on Smeagz and her mom 6. Smeagz retaliates with the soda that is still in the cup (use imagination) 7. Katie and Smeagz wash soda out of hair in the bathroom &lt;br /&gt;- The three stalker guys that we named Tyler, Matt, and Justin (you can ask us why later, I'm too lazy to type it out)&lt;br /&gt;- Going on the Wild Mouse and screaming so loud that the whole park can hear us&lt;br /&gt;- Smeagz's dad and I getting in trouble on the Scrambler because we smacked each other's hands during the ride&lt;br /&gt;- Jabba the Hut on the Roundup&lt;br /&gt;- counting her chins (4)&lt;br /&gt;- eating more food in one day than I've ever eaten in a week&lt;br /&gt;- I'm the Idlewild Whac-a-Mole champion! Go me!&lt;br /&gt;- "Y'all come back now!" sign facing the entrance to the park&lt;br /&gt;- watching performers whose careers have hit rock bottom&lt;br /&gt;- the performers choice of songs ("....making love to the ground")(?)&lt;br /&gt;- getting unidentified stains on my new white shirt&lt;br /&gt;- the dead guy in Dizzy Lizzy&lt;br /&gt;- sitting on the loser's bench eating Dippin' Dots&lt;br /&gt;- the guy that should have been tall, but wasn't&lt;br /&gt;- smurfs in line for the Wild Mouse&lt;br /&gt;- gum words on the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ends my uber-fun day in Idlewild  with Smeagz and her familia. Y'all come back now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-112534097531592711?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/112534097531592711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=112534097531592711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112534097531592711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112534097531592711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/08/idlewild.html' title='Idlewild'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-112415702875913015</id><published>2005-08-15T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:55:01.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>once again, TI</title><content type='html'>Ok, once again i'm ti. Ooh, I got broadband, in that regard im not TI, but I tried to put a link on the previous entry and it didnt work. Where it says, See for yourself, there was supposed to be a link. Oh well, here it is!&lt;a href="http://www.l-gwiazdy.pl/images/1__adamczyk.jpg"a&gt;"&gt;clicky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-112415702875913015?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/112415702875913015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=112415702875913015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112415702875913015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112415702875913015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/08/once-again-ti.html' title='once again, TI'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-112415670260033164</id><published>2005-08-15T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:45:02.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bdays and the pope</title><content type='html'>Alright, before I talk about Smeagz's bday partay, let me tell you a mildly amusing story that happened not too recently. I came in and a show was on t.v. and I didnt know what it was, and I'm like, "wow, that guy's kinda hot, and he has a cool accent." I looked up on the t.v. guide channel what it was, and it turns out that it was a show about the younger days of pope john paul II. Yeah, that was kinda weird. I thought the pope was hot. See for yourself !&lt;a href="http://www.l-gwiazdy.pl/images/1__adamczyk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, onto yesterday. It was oodles of fun. I dont remember all of the funny moments, but Ill list some of the ones that stick out in my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rice-tiallity&lt;br /&gt;-megan playing with jello and getting some on her face&lt;br /&gt;-"I remember the last time I played with jello. I was five."&lt;br /&gt;-making a video in the bathroom &lt;br /&gt;-aleicia ordering shirley temples (or trying too, then looking like an idiot)&lt;br /&gt;-trying to keep the sleepover a secret and megan walking in with a pillow&lt;br /&gt;-watching megan trying to use chopsticks&lt;br /&gt;-watching megan trying to cut chicken&lt;br /&gt;-watching megan trying to cut cake&lt;br /&gt;-megan getting scared at IT&lt;br /&gt;-megan getting up in the middle of the night 3 times cuz she is certain that I was trying to kill her&lt;br /&gt;-us thinking that megan was screaming at her mom&lt;br /&gt;-our walk (run)&lt;br /&gt;-"I'll call at 5:30" She called after 10:00&lt;br /&gt;-me trying to find the bedroom in the dark and walking into smeagz's dad's office, wondering why there was so much empty space all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;-cake for breakfast!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can remember. Ciao baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-112415670260033164?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/112415670260033164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=112415670260033164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112415670260033164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112415670260033164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/08/bdays-and-pope.html' title='bdays and the pope'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-112343429702229193</id><published>2005-08-07T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T13:04:57.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not much goin' on</title><content type='html'>Wow, finally updating. There really hasn't been that much goin on since the last time I posted. My days have consisted of sitting on my ass watching t.v. and going on the computer, whilst consuming massive quantities of junkfood and crunch bars. Did you know that crunch bars turn fire green? Actually they don't, I just think it would be funny if they did. Oh, I got a pet baby dragon recently. Yep, Smeagz and I named him Sweeper. And I'm now officially a Slytherin. W00ty, no? Um................................................Going on a little vacation con mi familia in a couple days, and when I get back I'm headed for Smeagz's place for her bday and a sleepover. The Shining was on T.v. the other day. That is one of my favorite SK movies. He's my hero. Well, I'm actually boring myself while typing this, so I better stop. CIAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-112343429702229193?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/112343429702229193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=112343429702229193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112343429702229193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112343429702229193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/08/not-much-goin-on.html' title='not much goin&apos; on'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-112171774571058611</id><published>2005-07-18T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T16:15:45.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff</title><content type='html'>Hey I found some weird facts and stuff and thought that I would share. The first couple are kinda sexist, but I thought that they were interesting and show what kind of ignorant assholes some guys really are. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Many years ago in Scotland, a new game was invented. It was ruled "Gentlemen Only...Ladies Forbidden"...and thus the word GOLF entered into the English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In the 1400's a law was set forth that a man was not allowed to beat his wife with a stick no thicker than his thumb. Hence we have "the rule of thumb"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time TV were Fred and Wilma Flintstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Every day more money is printed for Monopoly than the US Treasury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Men can read smaller print than women can; women can hear better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Coca-Cola was originally green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It is impossible to lick your elbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The state with the highest percentage of people who walk to work: Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The first novel ever writtem on a typewriter:Tom Sawyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In Shakespeare's time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes. When you pulled on the ropes the mattress tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on. Hence the phrase....."goodnight, sleep tight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What do bulletproof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers, and laser printers have in common? They were all invented by women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What is the only food that doesn't spoil? Honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It was the accepted practice in Babylon 4,000 years ago that for a month after a wedding, the bride's father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer and because their calendar was lunar based, this period was called the honeymoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In English pubs, ale is ordered by pints and quarts...So in old England, when customers got unruly, the bartender would yell at them "Mind your pints and quarts, and settle down." This is where we got the phrase, "mind your P's and Q's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great king from history:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spades - King David&lt;br /&gt;Hearts - Charlemagne&lt;br /&gt;Clubs - Alexander the Great&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds - Julius Caesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-111,111,111 times 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-At least 75% of people who read this will try to lick their elbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know this last one looks weird, but believe it or not, you can read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdgnieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-112171774571058611?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/112171774571058611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=112171774571058611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112171774571058611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112171774571058611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/07/random-stuff.html' title='random stuff'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-112152411564494963</id><published>2005-07-16T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T10:28:35.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>miss piggy</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all, back from New England.Once again, I will present this entry in list form to better describe how things went. Here are some memorable moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The 12-hour drive&lt;br /&gt;-the w00ty New England accents&lt;br /&gt;-the massive overabundance of lobster&lt;br /&gt;-being allergic to lobster&lt;br /&gt;-my brother's perfect Miss Piggy and Cookie Monster impressions&lt;br /&gt;-at the beach, these kids built a sand fort with a trench around it. When my bro and I went in it just to fool around, they got all mad at us and I was like, "Hey, this isn't your beach, relax." Anyways, they were real snobs so my dad and I came back to the beach at midnight and completely destroyed their fort. Ah, sweet revenge.&lt;br /&gt;-being on a boat ride and some obnoxious woman was standing and holding her hot chocolate and a huge swell hit the boat and, well, you know what happens next&lt;br /&gt;-the massive overabundance of French-Canadians&lt;br /&gt;-laying on a cold beach&lt;br /&gt;-my brother managing to break the bed in our hotel room&lt;br /&gt;-there was a power outage while we were eating at a restaurant (sound familiar?)&lt;br /&gt;-singing Knights of the Round Table in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it. I'll be working at the bingo tent tonight at the church reunion, if you wanna come by. I'm sure you'll be pretty preoccupied with HP6, but if you feel like taking a break, well, you won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-112152411564494963?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/112152411564494963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=112152411564494963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112152411564494963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112152411564494963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/07/miss-piggy.html' title='miss piggy'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-112100996147104595</id><published>2005-07-10T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T11:39:21.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Maine Idea</title><content type='html'>Hey, I know I haven't been on for the past few weeks. My internet has been screwy and wouldn't let me do anything. Anyways, I'm leaving for New England tomorrow and I'll be gone for about a week. It will be w00ty, being that close to Stephen King. I went to my uncle Larry's retirement party yesterday, and it was actually pretty fun. The DJ or whatever was awesome, and a bit insane, I might add. He liked to dance a little too much to the songs that he was playing. Hey, there was also an open bar, so that's probably the reason. I've been getting over a bit more serious episode of sunburn for the last week. God it hurts, but it's getting better.&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few days I've watched some pretty cool and random movies. Rose Red started off my week, which was w00ty, then I got Secret Window, Dear Frankie (it has Gerry Butler in it *drools*), and I watched Save the Last Dance on T.V. and I'm currently in the process of watching Windtalkers. The Navajo dude is freakin' hot. Well, I'll leave you with that comment. Oh yeah, Fabio was on I Love the 90's yesterday and I busted out laughing so hard that my parents thought I was pitching a fit or something. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-112100996147104595?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/112100996147104595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=112100996147104595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112100996147104595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112100996147104595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/07/maine-idea.html' title='The Maine Idea'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-112036047779293834</id><published>2005-07-02T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T23:14:37.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>redneks</title><content type='html'>Hey I had a somewhat interesting day, and instead of telling about it in paragraph form, I'll just make a list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We (as in me, matt, and dad) melted one of my bro's action figures by taping a firecracker to it&lt;br /&gt;2. My dad burnt the tree stump in my front yard by sticking 8 sparklers in it&lt;br /&gt;3. My dad put the charred remains of the tree stump in my neighbor's wood pile&lt;br /&gt;4. The wood pile subsequently caught fire while we were at the store, almost burnt down my neighbor's house&lt;br /&gt;5. My family and I went to see fireworks at the mall&lt;br /&gt;6. There was a big family of rednecks and they had their home stereo system tied onto the back of their truck&lt;br /&gt;7. They played country and bluegrass music for a while, then switched over to Green Day (?)&lt;br /&gt;8. I rode home in the very back of the car, which was a little bumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all she wrote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-112036047779293834?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/112036047779293834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=112036047779293834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112036047779293834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112036047779293834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/07/redneks.html' title='redneks'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-112018377189177166</id><published>2005-06-30T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:09:31.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>smokey eyes</title><content type='html'>Hey today was pretty boring. Im still recovering from my sunburn. My dad lit fireworks today in the most dangerous ways possible. He shoved a whole box of sparklers in the tree stump in my front yard and lit them, and it burned a hole in it. He lit a big explod-y one right on the grass and it burnt a weird mark in it. That was about the only exciting thing that happened today. Anyways, I'm feeling all weird and morbid today so I think I'll end with a poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Smokey Eyes&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smokey eyes drift&lt;br /&gt;across the room towards her&lt;br /&gt;she wondered, glanced back secretly&lt;br /&gt;The room was shadowed, veiled&lt;br /&gt;but was never so dark as those eyes&lt;br /&gt;Those smokey eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with sadness and hope&lt;br /&gt;they forever stared at her&lt;br /&gt;pleading for an answer that she would never give&lt;br /&gt;The two eyes were identical, as most are&lt;br /&gt;nothing special to her&lt;br /&gt;as she stared, no longer a secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smokey eyes dark as&lt;br /&gt;the dark side of the moon&lt;br /&gt;would ever stare back at her&lt;br /&gt;as her reflection in her bedroom mirror&lt;br /&gt;She closed her eyes so that &lt;br /&gt;they wouldn't stare anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-112018377189177166?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/112018377189177166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=112018377189177166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112018377189177166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112018377189177166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/06/smokey-eyes.html' title='smokey eyes'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-112006530718833388</id><published>2005-06-29T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T13:15:07.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>K-wood</title><content type='html'>Hey I'm feelin' kinda lazy today so I really don't feel like typing out everything that Smeagz typed out on her blog. If you wanna read some interesting things about Kennywood, just go to her blog. Anyways, I'm kinda sunburnt right now. It's in a weird pattern on my chest and my back, cuz it's burnt in all the spots that I missed while putting on sunscreen. So it's really random and blotchy and it looks like I have some kind of skin disease. Oh well, I took the quizzy thing and here are my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074769185' method='POST'&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;What Icons are for you? by ladyallie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Username&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='armored_username' value='cobaltdeagz' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Favourite Colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=112006530718833388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112006530718833388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/112006530718833388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/06/k-wood.html' title='K-wood'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111956577361253905</id><published>2005-06-23T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T18:29:33.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>donkey</title><content type='html'>Well, considering I've spent the last week or so driving everyday, I can honestly say that I'm kinda tired. I also played some v-bol con mis primos on....Tues. I think.  Yeah, it reminded me of how totally out of shape I am. And guess what? I still didn't get a tan. I'm beginning to think I'm some kinda freak or something. I mean, I'm pale. Dontcha think I would at least burn? Anyways, I just got back from driving around Windber and areas in the proximity. Cuz of Thunder in the Valley, there was a shitload of traffic, mostly motorcycles. (Duh, Christine) Yeah, so, I almost got hit by a train. That was interesting. I'm glad I stopped in time. But, you don't really expect a TRAIN to come when you're driving on a back road. Oh yeah, and I was driving and we got lost and ended up in this weird little town with gravel roads, and we drove by this one house and they had a donkey hitched to their front porch. Let me say it again...a DONKEY. Yeah, at that point I was half expecting Shrek to come running out in the middle of the road.  So, that was my day. Can't wait for Kennywood, t'will be w0000ty! Even if Smeagz and I have to babysit some annoying little brat. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111956577361253905?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111956577361253905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111956577361253905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111956577361253905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111956577361253905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/06/donkey.html' title='donkey'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111928526110458489</id><published>2005-06-20T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:34:21.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1st taste of summer</title><content type='html'>Hey not much goin' on here. I'm going out driving today (clear the roads if you value your life), and I'm gonna play some beach v-bol with my cousins at Luray Park. It's kinda poor that that is the only "beach" we have. Anyways, check out the new link to the CSI fanlisting. Megan, you were supposed to do that for me (*cough, cough), so I tried to do it myself and messed it up so Smeagz fixed up all w00ty for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Smeagz already heard my lazy story, but I thought I would share it with the rest of you. I was in the shower yesterday morning, the water suddenly turned really hot. It was so hot that it was burning my skin and I was beginning to look like a lobster, but I was too lazy to walk over to the knob to adjust the temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm semi-depressed cuz my nails are breaking off and I had to cut them. *sobs* They're still longer than yours, Megan, so no laughing or criticizing from you is allowed. By the way Megan, since, ya know, you're not grounded anymore, why aren't you ever on? I mean obviously if you're reading this then you're online, so why aren't you ever on aim? We seriously need to work on all of that crap that we were planning on doing like a month ago. I'm not gonna post for you on your blog anymore if you don't start working. Either that, or I will post and put comments on that you would not like very much. Mwa ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111928526110458489?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111928526110458489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111928526110458489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111928526110458489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111928526110458489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/06/1st-taste-of-summer.html' title='1st taste of summer'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111878316856672183</id><published>2005-06-14T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T17:06:08.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>final-y over</title><content type='html'>Hey, it's final-y over! Forgive the bad pun, I just hate finals soooo much. I don't really know what to do with myself, I have nothing to study for (not that I studied much anyway). I studied a little for bio, and I'm glad cuz that was uber difficult. Anyways, no more talking about school. It sucks. Megan wants me to post on her blog too, but I don't really feel like it, plus I don't have anything to write. We weren't in Crafts class today, which is where most of our stupid stories come from. I do have bad news to talk about, though. Smeagz, that stupid little Scott kid is coming with us to Kennywood. Grrrrrrr...... I hate small children. Oh, and my parents are making me sign up for the summer driving portion of driver's ed even though I would rather hang myself off of a bridge than be less than two feet away from Yanity. Also, they signed me up to work at the St. Benny's reunion. It's like God, it's freakin' summer, I'm supposed to sit around fermenting in front of the T.V. and the computer and laying outside and being all w00ty, but instead I have to do all of this pointless crap that I care nothing about. I care less about that stuff than cultures class, which is really saying something. Well, maybe not. Anyways, enough of my rantings. I'm supposed to go paint for small children tomorrow, but so far nobody's called me about it. I don't think Alex even knows what we're supposed to be doing. It's also funny because none of us know how to paint. OH WELL&lt;&gt; I DONT HAVE THE CAPS LOCK ON&lt;&gt; WELL&lt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Ciao What the freak? I hate technology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111878316856672183?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111878316856672183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111878316856672183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111878316856672183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111878316856672183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/06/final-y-over.html' title='final-y over'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111809049160013417</id><published>2005-06-06T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T16:41:31.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this isn't worth reading, so don't click on it</title><content type='html'>If you wanna found out what happened today, just go to megan's blog cuz i posted on it again. The last word on it is supposed to be stupuedes with an accent on it, but it got all messed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111809049160013417?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111809049160013417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111809049160013417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111809049160013417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111809049160013417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-isnt-worth-reading-so-dont-click.html' title='this isn&apos;t worth reading, so don&apos;t click on it'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111784607569737998</id><published>2005-06-03T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T20:47:55.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>singin' in the rain</title><content type='html'>So, spent a few hours at megz' house today. Twas mucho divertido, and surprisingly we actually got like 20 minutes of studying in for the finals. *Imagines your look of surprise* Anyways, instead of typing it all out in a paragraph, I'll just list the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Megan and I going for a walk in the rain wearing flip-flops, me having a black umbrella, megz having a bright floral umbrella with pictures of cats on it, almost getting hit by a school bus&lt;br /&gt;-listening to Frou Frou, fast forwarding songs so that they sound all funny and high-pitched&lt;br /&gt;-renting Tomb Raider: Cradle of Life, seeing Gerry Butler's insane hotness, hating Lara Croft for killing him&lt;br /&gt;-playing batminton in barefeet in the muddy, wet grass, megan acting all superior but actually sucking at the game (i suck pretty bad too)&lt;br /&gt;Now for some memorable quotes:&lt;br /&gt;-"Singin' in the rain, just singin' in the rain...."&lt;br /&gt;-"Wow, handcuffs, that's kinky."&lt;br /&gt;-"I hope Lara Croft gets hit by a car or something stupid like that."&lt;br /&gt;-"I can't believe that Gerry still looks hot when he's sticking out his tongue!"&lt;br /&gt;-"I love I Love the 70's!"&lt;br /&gt;-"....and Rob Shneider took a gun and blasted Jaws into a million sequels."&lt;br /&gt;-"I'm Rog-a. Take off your shurt."&lt;br /&gt;-"Shaniqua don' live here no mo'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was pretty much all of the exciting parts. The bottom of my jeans are still wet from running around outside barefoot. Anyways, gotta continue studying for finals and finally get the essay started that's due in like three days. Oh by the way my doggie got a buzzcut and now she feels like a big fat furry water balloon. She's so cute though! Well Smeagz, hope you have fun in New York, and I'll try to get that essay to you this weekend, but at the rate i'm going, who knows! Ciao baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111784607569737998?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111784607569737998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111784607569737998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111784607569737998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111784607569737998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/06/singin-in-rain.html' title='singin&apos; in the rain'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111724339927579783</id><published>2005-05-27T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T21:23:19.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my 4 days w/out smeagz</title><content type='html'>Wow, first period has been mighty lonely w/out Smeagz these past few days. Having to deal only with megan can really grate on your nerves, but i only got mad a few times. I actually had fun in Crafts class today (that's a first). I brought some Apple Jacks and we ate them and used my batik project as a plate. Then Megan dared me to throw an Apple Jack into the pot of hot wax, so I did. It made a weird sizzling sound and I think it actually cooked it. Um, let's see....Ugh, we've been getting a shitload of vocab in espanol, a shitload of worksheets in cultures, and a shitload of shit in every other class. Lit is actually quite fun, though, cuz Dante's Inferno rocks my socks off. We have to do an essay on a figure in history and place them in the circle of hell we think best suits them. I'm thinking of doing Ted Bundy, just cuz I wanna do Ted Bundy. OMG all I've done today when I got home was first go out to eat at Rizzo's, paint my nails (blood red this time), and watch a 3-hour CSI marathon. I love that show. It's all gory and cool and w00ty and stuff like that. Well, I think I'm gonna fall asleep right on my keyboard cuz I'm really tired so I think I'll end here with a little story I wrote based on an old folktale:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;u&gt;The Inheritance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Once there was man with three sons. He knew he was getting old, so he discussed his inheritance with his sons. They all wanted his house and money, so to figure out who would get it, the father put them to the test. He took them to the biggest room in the house and said, "Whoever can fill up this entire room with the least amount of material, gets the house." So, the three sons went to their local market. The oldest son bought some bags of wholesale grain. The grain filled the room, but it was heavy and there was a shitload of it. The second son bought some feathers and they were considerably lighter, but they failed to fill up the room. Then, the youngest son had an idea. He bought a gallon of oil and a match. He doused the whole room with the oil and set it aflame. "Look, Father," he said. "I won! I filled the whole room with fire!" It's true, he did win, but because he burnt his house down, there was nothing left to inherit. So it all goes to show you, people are idiots, and sometimes good ideas can be stupid ideas. So remember kids, fire can be fun, but if you are someday going to inherit your house, don't burn it down. ( unless of course your parents gave it to another sibling).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111724339927579783?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111724339927579783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111724339927579783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111724339927579783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111724339927579783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-4-days-wout-smeagz.html' title='my 4 days w/out smeagz'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111688475902776342</id><published>2005-05-23T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T17:45:59.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one big megan hatefest</title><content type='html'>Ok I really have nothing worthwhile to post, but at least I AM posting, unlike some people (cough cough MEGAN). You haven't posted in like a month, since I last changed my layout. You haven't been on glp either. Or aim. I hate you for being stupid and getting grounded from all technology. Why don't you bring your grades up? Oh that's right, cuz you're LAZY.  Wow, this post is turning into one big megan hate-fest. No hard feelings, right megz? Who the hell am I fooling, you'll probably never read this anyway, cuz you're never on the computer, cuz you're STUPID! Well, considering I have no more insults to say that I dont usually say everyday, so im just gonna be random and say that i am really afraid of mayonnaise. It's soooo gross. Ha ha, my bro called Jar Jar Binks Jar Jar Jinx. I hate Star Wars. I hate Stars. They're just so......starry. OMG megan still thinks that the sun and the stars are two different things. She's so dumb. Anyways, LOL smeagz' sister didn't know what hai meant in japonese! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! It obviously means chicken! Chickens are funny, especially when I make pots out of them. Ha ha I like to carve fisher-boys out of wood. Wood is tasty, I wish that I could digest wood, then I could eat it without it being incapable of being digested. Bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrppppppp. Yeah, drugs are bad. And this proves it. So, I think I'll end here, but not without saying a funny quote I told Amanda B.    &lt;strong&gt;If God were to make only one mistake, it would be Megan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111688475902776342?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111688475902776342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111688475902776342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111688475902776342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111688475902776342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-big-megan-hatefest.html' title='one big megan hatefest'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111601145841896301</id><published>2005-05-13T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T15:10:58.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>Hey, I haven't posted in a while, as you can see. I don't really have a main story to tell about, there were just a lot of random things that happened to me this week. Let's see, i woke up on Thursday with a flaming infection in my left ear, so i went to aleicia's to get a little advice from her daddy about that, plus played with athena for a bit. Aleicia has sea lampreys coming out of her face (inside joke that i don't even understand, so dont ask).  Today, Mr. Wenturine complimented my shoes and asked me where i got them,  i thought that was a little weird, but remembered that he always compliments the girls in my class about something...creepy. Anyways, going to Chili's tonight to eat dinner. Amanda asked if she could come, and i thought she was serious so i asked my parents, but she was only joking and that made for an awkward moment. They wanted to know &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; i knew that she was kidding, considering i wasn't on the phone with her. That was interesting. Ugh, my ear hurts. I have to put more stuff on it. Oh yeah, in Crafts class, i found out that some litte moron from Mr. Gregorchik's 8th grade art class threw my batik project in the garbage. Mr. Pozun found it and we had to fix it. I finally got done with my other Fine Arts project though, so that made me happy. We're starting the clay relief project, and we have to make a face. I wanna do a werewolf, that would be freakin awesome, if i can pull it off. Well, that's enough of my meaningless rambling, so happy trails to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111601145841896301?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111601145841896301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111601145841896301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111601145841896301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111601145841896301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/05/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111558796317409045</id><published>2005-05-08T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T17:32:43.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>low-carb toast</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I'm so high on Dramamine right now that i could pass out right on my keyboard. This weekend was so weird. I'll list some of the things that happened in Erie, PA:                                   1. I forgot that i was going to my &lt;em&gt;rich&lt;/em&gt; cousin's graduation and that their party was going to be at a yacht club. I came dressed in a gothic black t-shirt.         2. I found out that my dad would make the worst dietician ever - he ordered the "Low-Carb" breakfast with a side order of toast when we were at Eat'n Park    3. My dad pushed my brother down a sand dune in Presque Isle      4. My shampoo bottle opened in my suitcase and got all over my clothes and stuff so i had to clean everything out    5. One of my cousin's college buddies came to her party drunk and dressed in a big pink inflatable dinosaur costume(im being completly serious)   Well, i think that just about covers it. I might have forgotten something cuz im drugged at the moment, but oh well. Sayonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111558796317409045?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111558796317409045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111558796317409045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111558796317409045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111558796317409045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/05/low-carb-toast.html' title='low-carb toast'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111532675353800613</id><published>2005-05-05T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T16:59:13.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how well do you know me?</title><content type='html'>Hey I created a quiz about me. Let's test your knowledge of the friend you commonly know as Deagz and/or Christine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow this link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/takequiz.php?quizname=050505165544-142831"&gt;Take my Quiz on QuizYourFriends.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111532675353800613?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111532675353800613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111532675353800613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111532675353800613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111532675353800613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-well-do-you-know-me.html' title='how well do you know me?'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111523891194866868</id><published>2005-05-04T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T16:56:34.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>are you a rebel?</title><content type='html'>Hey im bored and i really feel like putting off cooking for spanish class, so i made up a quiz thing. I know its random and kinda lame, and my scoring system doesn't make a whole lotta sense,but if you wanna do it, then be my guest! Are You a Rebel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You only misbehave in class when:&lt;br /&gt;a. you've got the teacher's full attention&lt;br /&gt;b. the teacher isn't looking&lt;br /&gt;c. never - you're usually asleep anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When watching a high speed chase on the news:&lt;br /&gt;a. News? Who watches the news?&lt;br /&gt;b. You want the police to catch him&lt;br /&gt;c. You always hope the criminal escapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You're favorite thing to study in history is:&lt;br /&gt;a. American Revolution&lt;br /&gt;b. Whatever the teacher tells you; you don't care&lt;br /&gt;c. Who studies history?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you don't like the way a teacher teaches, you:&lt;br /&gt;a. Go complain to authorities (principal, super int., etc.)&lt;br /&gt;b. Rant to his/her face about how much you hate their class&lt;br /&gt;c. Suck it up and deal with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You're at a family reunion and it is sickeningly lame, you:&lt;br /&gt;a. Just kind of sit there and pray that you leave soon&lt;br /&gt;b. Fake sick and ask your parents to take you home&lt;br /&gt;c. Pour salt into everyone's drink and watch their reactions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If nominated for class president, your slogan would be:&lt;br /&gt;a. (Your name here), Supporter of the NO Homework Act&lt;br /&gt;b. (Your name here), Support Me or Else&lt;br /&gt;c. I would never get nominated, people are too afraid of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When you are bored, you usually are reading:&lt;br /&gt;a. A thriller, Stephen King, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;b. Nothing&lt;br /&gt;c. Dictators Throughout History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Nighttime for you is:&lt;br /&gt;a. Time to go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;b. Time to wake up&lt;br /&gt;c. The time between sunset and sunrise&lt;br /&gt;9. Your preferred method of transportation is:&lt;br /&gt;a. Your own car that you drive everywhere&lt;br /&gt;b. Whatever is cheapest&lt;br /&gt;c. Motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Which animal do you think best represents you?&lt;br /&gt;a. Shark&lt;br /&gt;b. Lion&lt;br /&gt;c. Alligator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score Card-Give yourself points&lt;br /&gt;1. a.)3 b.)2 c.)1&lt;br /&gt;2. a.)1 b.)2 c.)3&lt;br /&gt;3. a.)2 b.)1 c.)3&lt;br /&gt;4. a.)2 b.)3 c.)1&lt;br /&gt;5. a.)1 b.)2 c.)3&lt;br /&gt;6. a.)1 b.)2 c.)3&lt;br /&gt;7. a.)3 b.)1 c.)2&lt;br /&gt;8. a.)1 b.)3 c.)2&lt;br /&gt;9. a.)2 b.)1 c.)3&lt;br /&gt;10.a.)3 b.)2 c.)1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Up Your Score&lt;br /&gt;If you scored between 10-15&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic Rebel&lt;br /&gt;Most people call you a slacker, and the truth is that you just don't care about stupid everyday stuff. You don't care about much of anything, really. All you care about is finding out how to get through life doing the least work possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you scored between 16-22&lt;br /&gt;Power-Hungry Revolutionary&lt;br /&gt;It's people like you that like to topple governments and then burn their flag. You enjoy having authority and having the power to change something that you don't like. You’re independent and like to be your own boss, and you also enjoy being other people's boss quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you scored between 23-30&lt;br /&gt;Rebel, and Proud of it&lt;br /&gt;You don’t like to follow the rules; you make your own rules. You don't respect authority, and conformity just isn’t your thing. You like to pull pranks and think that people getting hurt is funny. You always have a soft spot in your rebellious heart for the bad guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111523891194866868?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111523891194866868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111523891194866868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111523891194866868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111523891194866868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/05/are-you-rebel.html' title='are you a rebel?'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111498994210946896</id><published>2005-05-01T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T19:27:12.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sing, my angel of music</title><content type='html'>W00ts! I'm so excited. POTO is coming out in three days! I wrote it really big on my mom's calendar and drew pictures on it and she got really mad because i accidentally wrote over some of her other appointments (whoops). This may come as a surprise, but i'm actually in a good mood. I got a haircut today, it's now about three inches shorter and i got it re-layered and everything. Um, let's see... Oh, I saw the banner that Amy created for us. Aimz, if you read this, you did a super-dee-duper job! Megan, you need to work on the forums. Seriously. And Smeagz, you were supposed to pick up part of Amy's gift. Oh well, if it were me, i'd probably forget too. I didn't do any of my homework, i forgot to bring my biology stuff home, so i can't study for the test. I didn't do my geometry homework (wasn't planning on it). I hope we didn't have anything else to do. I have a sketch due this wednesday for art, but i dont plan on doing that until the night before like i always do. Wow, i feel really hyper. I ate a bowl of coffee-flavored ice cream and im still on a buzzz. Well, that's everything worth writing. Adios amigos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111498994210946896?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111498994210946896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111498994210946896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111498994210946896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111498994210946896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/05/sing-my-angel-of-music.html' title='sing, my angel of music'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111473229165271582</id><published>2005-04-28T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T20:40:01.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fabio II</title><content type='html'>Hey, im excited cuz we, being smeagz, megan, and i are creating new forum thingys. Megan said that she was making two forums, one dedicated to hot guys and another dedicated to none other than fabio! Let's see, today was semi-interesting. We disected a crayfish, (eck) it smelled really bad and the innards were kind of a strange consistency, Aleicia tried to buy me crap, pardon me crepes, rather, i finally finished my graphic design project in fine arts class (w00t) and we played bingo in Spanish with really big numbers. Well, that's all i have to say so i think ill just write out a really big spanish number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setecientos cuarenta y dos millones, quinientos treinta y nueve mil, doscientos ochenta y uno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111473229165271582?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111473229165271582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111473229165271582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111473229165271582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111473229165271582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/04/fabio-ii.html' title='fabio II'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111464683885733229</id><published>2005-04-27T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T20:07:18.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fabio</title><content type='html'>Hey, nothing really exciting happened today, but im bored so i feel like posting. Megan kept making up stupid songs about hurting little boys and fabio. Don't ask, i don't know why. Anyways, we also had another interesting conversation. We were talking about what it would be like if we were both stranded on two different tropical islands in the middle of nowhere with fifty or so people and what kind of society we would create. I'll just compare the two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mine&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- plentiful food, a complete agricultural system, running water, and domesticated animals&lt;br /&gt;-stone or wooden houses, a palace for me of course to share with my husband gerard butler&lt;br /&gt;-a well-trained army complete with border patrolers and personal guards&lt;br /&gt;-paved streets, ricksha pullers for transportation&lt;br /&gt;-plenty of entertainment, outdoor theaters, a huge volleyball arena, public spectacles like gladiator fights(i would capture citizens from megan's island and force them to fight)&lt;br /&gt;-silk farms and gold/silver  supply to make into clothing and jewelry&lt;br /&gt;-i would be ruler of the island, with gerry by my side and have complete control over trade between our islands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Megan's&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-scarce food as a result of megan burning down her forests and killing all of the animals on the island just for fun&lt;br /&gt;-her houses would consist of burnt pieces of bark latched together by vines&lt;br /&gt;-she would have killed her entire army during a bizarre military rally in which she sings her island's national anthem and then opens fire on everyone&lt;br /&gt;-her only export worth selling to my island are large piles of dung on which her kingdom is built, which feed my crops and only make my island better&lt;br /&gt;-her government council would consist of shady serial killers like jeffrey dahmer, ted bundy, and the btk killer&lt;br /&gt;-her co-ruler and spouse would be none other than fabio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, if you were on a plane with megan and i and our plane crashed onto a group of islands, who would you rather be with? A person who thinks things out and organizes a society, or a person who destroys everything and everyone just for kicks? Oh yeah, i went there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111464683885733229?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111464683885733229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111464683885733229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111464683885733229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111464683885733229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/04/fabio.html' title='fabio'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111456743856219259</id><published>2005-04-26T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T22:03:58.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>megan the weakling</title><content type='html'>Wow, i can't believe how forgetful i am. I made this whole long post without talking about the best part of my day! Let me begin by saying that megan is a complete weakling. We had an arm wrestling match in geometry class because mr. golish wasn't there today. We started off using our left arms because i thought it would be more fair. Megan's dominant hand is her left, and i am somewhat ambidextrous. Anyway, i creamed her. Then, she tried to cheat by using both arms and i stilled destroyed her with my left arm. I felt proud of myself for a little while, then realized that there really isn't anything to be proud of. So megan, i'm up for a rematch if you ever wanna try again! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Laissez les bons temps rouler! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111456743856219259?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111456743856219259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111456743856219259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111456743856219259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111456743856219259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/04/megan-weakling.html' title='megan the weakling'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111454668367186629</id><published>2005-04-26T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T16:18:03.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oranges are fun!</title><content type='html'>OMG today was so funny. It was just one of those days when you think everything is funny. In crafts class, Megan and I were talking about writing a sequel to POTO, with me playing Christine, of course. In it I would dump Raoul (obviously) and I would be "with child", the Phantom being the father, obviously. I know this sounds ridiculous, but it sounded good when we were coming up with it.  Then in Biology, me, Dave, Heather, and Brent were all doing knock knock jokes because we were bored.&lt;br /&gt;"Knock, knock."&lt;br /&gt;"Who's there?"&lt;br /&gt;"Little old lady"&lt;br /&gt;"Little old lady who?"&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't know that you could yodel!"&lt;br /&gt;Lame, I know. Smeagz told me one about Michael Jackson, but it is too disturbing, so I won't write it. Oh yeah, Megan decided to make up her own. (Prepare yourself) I'm gonna type out our whole conversation because the whole thing was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Hey megan, i'm gonna tell you a knock knock joke, ok? Knock, knock.&lt;br /&gt;M:Knock knock what?&lt;br /&gt;C: Are you freakin' stupid? You're supposed to say "Who's there?"&lt;br /&gt;M: (does stupid laugh) Hey, i have a joke for you!&lt;br /&gt;C: What?&lt;br /&gt;M: Knock knock.&lt;br /&gt;C: Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;M: Orange.&lt;br /&gt;C: Ok, megan, this is the lamest knock knock joke ever. It's so old and i know what you're gonna say! But i'll let you finish anyway, cuz you won't be happy until you do.&lt;br /&gt;C: Orange who?&lt;br /&gt;M: Oranges are fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, my day went on much like that conversation, stupid yet funny. I learned a cool insult in Lit. class from the movie based on Cyrano. Smeagz will probably tell it to you. And that was my day. Oh yeah, megan wanted me to revise her little Cyrano comparison list in my last post. She wants me to put that they both have weird noses. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111454668367186629?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111454668367186629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111454668367186629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111454668367186629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111454668367186629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/04/oranges-are-fun.html' title='oranges are fun!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111446030369220049</id><published>2005-04-25T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T16:18:23.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cyrano</title><content type='html'>Hey, haven't posted in a while. Been too busy doing other stuff and i'm getting bored of my template. The only exciting thing that happened today was that we started Cyrano de Bergerac in Lit.. Thrilling, i know. I actually had a semi-busy weekend. I went shopping w/ Smeagz and spent the night at her house on Fri. - Sat. morning, went to confession cuz my parents made me, went to church, and on Sun. I went driving and went out to eat. And that was my weekend. Well, i think i'll end with a little list that i came up with called &lt;u&gt;Five&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;Reasons that Megan is Like Cyrano de Bergerac &lt;/u&gt;: 1.) she's conceited 2.) she likes to duel (have cat fights) 3.) she can &lt;em&gt;sometimes&lt;/em&gt; have a sharp wit 4.) she's rich 5.) thinks she has the power to ban people from doing things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111446030369220049?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111446030369220049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111446030369220049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111446030369220049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111446030369220049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/04/cyrano.html' title='cyrano'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111402714490415703</id><published>2005-04-20T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T15:59:04.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>megan's still an idiot</title><content type='html'>Today has been an interesting day for Megan and I, to say the least. It started off in crafts class, when Megan decided to say some "Russian" jokes. And by the way, she was completly making them up as she went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in bad Russian accent)"In America, people buy things with money, but in Soviet Russia, money buy you!"  and  "In America, people drive past fork in the road, but in Soviet Russia, fork in the road drive over you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comic genius, I know. Oh yeah, she also made the comment that my dad looked like an older version of David Beckham. Geometry class was sooo funny today. Andrew sprayed her w/H2O and she squeeked like a four year old girl. Then, she did a really retarded laugh when the whole class was quiet. Oh, and if you want to hear something &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; funny, ask her what her grade is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111402714490415703?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111402714490415703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111402714490415703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111402714490415703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111402714490415703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/04/megans-still-idiot.html' title='megan&apos;s still an idiot'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111394121044366541</id><published>2005-04-19T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T16:06:50.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>megan's an idiot</title><content type='html'>Megan, you're an idiot. I know I say that a lot, but it never hurts to reiterate things considering your bad short term memory. I mean, who forgets to put their name on their Geometry test? And by the way, I never said that Michael Myers is hot. That comment about him was just a stupid spur-of-the-moment kinda thing. No one has ever even seen his face! I am also not a cat muncher. I don't know where the hell you came up w/ that, but it's really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Smeagz I need your screen name. Also, if you want to change my layout, feel free. You know what I like, and I trust you to pick a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought I'd leave y'all w/ something I came up with after the Geometry test. It's stupid, but all the more reason to put it in my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top 5 Stupidest Careers&lt;/u&gt; (Based on biology class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Genetic counseler&lt;br /&gt;2. Fecal inspector&lt;br /&gt;3. Spider breeder&lt;br /&gt;4. Water company employee&lt;br /&gt;5. Whitney Museum Security Gaurd (I know it's not based on biology, but it is pretty pointless)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111394121044366541?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111394121044366541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111394121044366541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111394121044366541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111394121044366541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/04/megans-idiot.html' title='megan&apos;s an idiot'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111387194903083380</id><published>2005-04-18T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T20:52:29.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>aquaphobic</title><content type='html'>What is it that everything that has to do w/ me has to do w/ water? My sign is Aquarius, the water bearer, I have a strange fetish w/ boats in art class, and  on the goddess quiz thing, I am now the water goddess! Don't the stars know that I am aquaphobic? I mean, come on! I almost drowned twice in my life and fate someone still links me w/ water.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough of my rambling. I just got two new musical obsessions in the last two days - Norah Jones and the Moulin Rouge soundtrack. Don't ask me why, I'm not exactly sure why myself. &lt;br /&gt;Geometry is death. We have a test tomorrow and Mr. Golish hasn't been in school the last three days to teach us anything, and I don't have a clue of what I'm doing. The Lit test could be killer too, but it shouldn't be that bad w/ notes/study guides.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gots to go. I'm gonna used the bad grammar cuz mine brain are fried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111387194903083380?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111387194903083380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111387194903083380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111387194903083380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111387194903083380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/04/aquaphobic.html' title='aquaphobic'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111334549886861336</id><published>2005-04-12T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T20:26:49.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the uber survey</title><content type='html'>PAST-&lt;br /&gt;first grade teacher's name: Ms. Trentini&lt;br /&gt;last phrase you said: "Sing, my angel of music!" (trying to get Hannah to speak)&lt;br /&gt;last song you sang: Yankee Doodle w/Smeagz&lt;br /&gt;last thing you laughed at: Brad P. and Andrew making fun of Megan&lt;br /&gt;last time you cried: when I saw POTO&lt;br /&gt;PRESENT.-&lt;br /&gt;what's in your cd player: Greenday: American Idiot&lt;br /&gt;what color socks are you wearing: not wearing socks&lt;br /&gt;what's under your bed: random assorted crap&lt;br /&gt;what time did you wake up today: 6.&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE.-&lt;br /&gt;what is your career going to be: Smeagz's court paintress or graphic designer&lt;br /&gt;where are you going to live: England-&lt;br /&gt;how many kids do you want: 4- twin boys, another boy, and a girl (don't ask me how I know this - you wouldn't understand)&lt;br /&gt;what kind of car will you drive: Toyota something&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT.-&lt;br /&gt;current hair: long, dark, perfectly straight, BORING&lt;br /&gt;current clothes: purple t-shirt, jeans, undergarments, jewelry- two pairs of earrings and a charm bracelet&lt;br /&gt;current annoyance: my bro wants to get on the computer&lt;br /&gt;current smell: my lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;current longing: to kill someone&lt;br /&gt;current desktop picture: gerry butler!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;current worry: test in bio and memorizing geo theorems&lt;br /&gt;current dislike: geometry&lt;br /&gt;story behind your username: cobalt is the secret language between Smeagz and I and also one of my favorite colors, and Deagz is my nickname&lt;br /&gt;current favorite article of clothing: my discount Armani t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;favorite physical feature on a boy: smile&lt;br /&gt;line from the last thing you wrote to someone: "Hey, it's Michael Myers as a kid!" (e-mail to Smeagz)&lt;br /&gt;i am happiest when: I'm peaceful or talking to friends&lt;br /&gt;do you think too much: in geometry because I have to&lt;br /&gt;if you could live anywhere in the world, where: NYC or England&lt;br /&gt;what makes you mad: people w/too much pride/preps&lt;br /&gt;favorite way to waste time: Computer and reading-&lt;br /&gt;what is your best quality: creativity&lt;br /&gt;are in currently in love/lust: w/ multiple unattainable actors&lt;br /&gt;do you find it hard to trust people: I don't trust male doctors for some reason, maybe it's because they make me think of Hannibal Lector&lt;br /&gt;favourite season: fall because of Halloween&lt;br /&gt;favorite colour: cerulean and cobalt blue, basically just blue, but I like to sound smart&lt;br /&gt;favorite time of day: Night. (Hums Music of the Night)&lt;br /&gt;LAST.-&lt;br /&gt;last thing you had to drink: milk&lt;br /&gt;last thing you ate: raisins&lt;br /&gt;last time you smiled: A few minutes ago-&lt;br /&gt;last time you laughed: in school&lt;br /&gt;last person you hugged: Lauren A.&lt;br /&gt;last person you kissed: I'm not affectionate &lt;em&gt;grrrr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last person you talked to online: i'm TI (from now on that means Technically Inferior)&lt;br /&gt;last person you talked to on the phone: my grandma&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU.-&lt;br /&gt;smoke: Gross!-&lt;br /&gt;do drrugs: Last I checked, no-&lt;br /&gt;drink: ask Aleicia&lt;br /&gt;Single?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Want to be?: asleep&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday: January 27&lt;br /&gt;Age you act: most adults say I act older, so 18&lt;br /&gt;Age you wish you were: I like my age&lt;br /&gt;Your height: it says 5''4'' on my permit because they have to round off half inches&lt;br /&gt;The color of your eyes?: brown w/faint hazel&lt;br /&gt;Happy with it?: Yeah, whatever&lt;br /&gt;The color of your hair: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Happy with it?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Left/right/ambidextrous?: ambidextrous&lt;br /&gt;Peircings?: two holes in each ear&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos?: No&lt;br /&gt;Obsessions?: Computer, friends, reading, music, graphics, movies, evil guys&lt;br /&gt;Do you speak another language?: Spanish, a bit of French and Italian and Latin and even a bit of Polish&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a webpage?: My blog&lt;br /&gt;Do you live in the moment?: not really&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself tolerant of others?: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any secrets?: none that I can think of&lt;br /&gt;Do you haate yourself?: Nah&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your handwriting?: it's really messy, dark, and big, so no&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any bad habits?: I used to bite my nails, but I quit so now I bite my lip&lt;br /&gt;What's your biggest fear?: drowning, and condiments (Don't laugh, you know I hate mayo!)&lt;br /&gt;Can you sing?: depends on the song, sometimes I can create a random alto part to a song&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever pretend to be someone else just to look cool?: There’s no point, so no&lt;br /&gt;Are you a loner?: I guess&lt;br /&gt;If you were another person, would you be friends with you?: I probably wouldn't know that I exist&lt;br /&gt;Are you a daredevil?: when I'm w/Smeagz&lt;br /&gt;Are you passive or aggressive?: Passive&lt;br /&gt;There three wells, love, beauty and creativity, which one do you choose?: creativity&lt;br /&gt;How do you vent?: I write, read or draw/sketch random stuff&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are emotionally strong?: Yeah, sure&lt;br /&gt;Do you think life has been good so far?: It could be a hell of a lot worse&lt;br /&gt;Do people know how you feel?: My best friends do sometimes, but most of the time I keep it all inside&lt;br /&gt;Are you perceived wrongly?: Usually&lt;br /&gt;Smoke?: I still don’t&lt;br /&gt;Do drrugs?: No&lt;br /&gt;Read the newspaper?: comics and other random stuff&lt;br /&gt;Pray?: when I need help, and when it is raining at Kennywood (my brother and I have the power of divine intervention)&lt;br /&gt;Go to church?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Talk to strangers who IM you?: TI&lt;br /&gt;Sleep with stuffed animals?: if you count pillows as a new species of animal&lt;br /&gt;Take walks in the rain?: i hate being wet&lt;br /&gt;Drive?: permit&lt;br /&gt;Like to drive fast?: when I'm going down hills I drive like a bat out of hell&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;Liked your voice?: I guess&lt;br /&gt;Hurt yourself?: Yeah, probably&lt;br /&gt;Been out of the country?: Canada!&lt;br /&gt;Eaten something that made other people sick?: I ate wood chip carvings in Crafts Class (Megan dared me)&lt;br /&gt;Burped?: Ew, but yes&lt;br /&gt;Been in love?: No&lt;br /&gt;Done drrugs?: Nah, not interested&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping?: never gone dipping period&lt;br /&gt;Had a surgery?: in my mouth when I swallowed a sharp beaded necklace when I was 5&lt;br /&gt;Ran away from home?: Only for a short while, never longer than a few hours&lt;br /&gt;Gotten beaten up?: by my dog&lt;br /&gt;Been picked on?: Always&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Been outdoors?: every once in a while when it is cloudy&lt;br /&gt;Pulled an all-nighter?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Gone one day without food?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Talked on the phone all night?: No&lt;br /&gt;Slept all day?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Killed someone?: no, but i have fantasies&lt;br /&gt;Made out with a stranger?: No&lt;br /&gt;Had 's' (as Lindsay would call it) with a stranger?: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Thought you're going crazy?: I am crazy&lt;br /&gt;Been betrayed?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Had a dream that came true?: my dreams are too surreal&lt;br /&gt;Broken the law?: I got in trouble w/museum security when I took illegal pictures in the Met&lt;br /&gt;Met a famous person?: Pitts. Penguins hockey players&lt;br /&gt;To ask you out?: Justin R. in 6th grade&lt;br /&gt;To make you cry?: the phantom&lt;br /&gt;To brighten up your day?: my cousin Stacy&lt;br /&gt;That you thought about?: I don't remember my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;You saw a movie with?: Megan and Smeagz *hums POTO*&lt;br /&gt;You talked to on the phone?: my grandma&lt;br /&gt;You talked to through IM?: TI&lt;br /&gt;You saw?: my bro&lt;br /&gt;You thought was completely insane?: Megan&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to be?: Andre Linoge's protege&lt;br /&gt;You told off?: Matt&lt;br /&gt;You trusted?: Lauren&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME THAT YOU…&lt;br /&gt;Smiled?: not long ago&lt;br /&gt;Laughed?: a couple hours ago&lt;br /&gt;Cried?: a month or so ago&lt;br /&gt;Bought something?: does lunch count?&lt;br /&gt;Danced?: I have three left legs, four right arms and an extra head growing out of my back&lt;br /&gt;Were sarcastic?: I hope you realized that the previous line was sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;Hugged someone?: don't remember&lt;br /&gt;Watched your favorite movie?: I don’t have a fave, there are too many to choose from&lt;br /&gt;Had a nightmare?: my dreams never scare me, so I guess I've never had one&lt;br /&gt;Talked on the phone?: last weekend&lt;br /&gt;Watched TV?: last night&lt;br /&gt;Went out?: went to the mall w/mom&lt;br /&gt;Helped someone?: helped my bro w/ his English project yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Were mean?: whenever I'm w/Megan&lt;br /&gt;Sang?: today I sang Yankee Doodle w/Smeagz&lt;br /&gt;Saw a movie in a theater?: umm…I think it was Jan 28 with Smeagz and Megan&lt;br /&gt;Said "I love you”?: I already told you, I'm not affectionate&lt;br /&gt;Missed someone?:when Smeagz was on vacation&lt;br /&gt;Fought with a family member?: an hour ago&lt;br /&gt;Fought with a friend?: Megan and I did some serious fighting in NYC&lt;br /&gt;Had a serious conversation?: depends on what you call serious&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any gay/lesbian friends?: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Who is your best friend?: Smeagz, Megan, and I guess I would count Lauren&lt;br /&gt;Who's the one person that knows most about you?: See above answer&lt;br /&gt;What's the best advice that anyone has ever given to you?: Don't put off till tomorrow what you can put off till next week&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite inside joke?: OMG, waaaaaaaaay too many!&lt;br /&gt;Thing you're picked on most about?: getting perfects on tests&lt;br /&gt;Who's your longest known friend?: Lauren&lt;br /&gt;Newest?: Elisa&lt;br /&gt;Shyest?: I have no shy friends, unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;Funniest?: We all are&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest?: while Smeagz can be sweet to me, I guess in general my sweetest friend has to be Lauren&lt;br /&gt;Closest?: Smeagz and Megan&lt;br /&gt;Weirdest?: Megan&lt;br /&gt;Smartest?: Megan (just kidding) It's Smeagz-she's an evil genius&lt;br /&gt;Ditziest?: Megan! (not kidding this time)&lt;br /&gt;Friends you miss being close to the most?: I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;Who are you on the phone with most?: Smeagz&lt;br /&gt;Who do you trust most?: Smeagz, Lauren, and most of the time Megan&lt;br /&gt;Who listens to your problems?: All of em (muchas grandes mwas to all my great friends! I love you all so much!)&lt;br /&gt;Who do you fight most with?: Megan, especially in museums&lt;br /&gt;Who's the nicest?: All of em&lt;br /&gt;Who's the most outgoing?: Aleicia&lt;br /&gt;Who's the best singer?: We're all pretty mediocre when it comes to singing&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought of 's' (as Lindsay would call it, it's just so much fun to say) with a friend?: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Who's your second family?: Smeagz's fam&lt;br /&gt;Do you always feel understood?: No&lt;br /&gt;Who's the loudest friend?: Megan&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust others easily?: usually no&lt;br /&gt;Who's house were you last at?: Megan's, watching Halloween R.&lt;br /&gt;Name one person who's arms you feel safe in: i feel safe in close proximity to my dad, because he has a gun&lt;br /&gt;Do your friends know you?: Not at all *snorts*&lt;br /&gt;Friend that lives farthest away: old friend Brittney something, I don't even know where she lives anymore&lt;br /&gt;Love and All That.&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider love a mistake?: No&lt;br /&gt;What do you find romantic?: when guys aren't afraid to say I love you&lt;br /&gt;Turn-on?: dark, mysterious personalities that are hard to figure out&lt;br /&gt;Turn-off?: anything gross, plus pride&lt;br /&gt;First kiss?: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;If someone u had no interest in someone who had interest in dating u how would u feel?: I could grow to like them, maybe, possibly&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer knowing someone before dating them: How would you not know someone before dating them?&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever wished it was more socially acceptable 4 a chick 2 ask a guy out?: Nah, this is fine the way it is&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been romantically attracted to someone physically unattractive?: Probably, I don’t remember&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the opposite gender finds you good looking?: If they do, I have no idea. It's not like I go around asking guys&lt;br /&gt;What is best about the opposite gender?: they like to drive more&lt;br /&gt;What is the worst thing about the opposite gender?: some are obsessed w/sex&lt;br /&gt;What's the last present someone gave you?: my mom bought me the Greenday CD&lt;br /&gt;Are you in love?: No&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider your significant other hot?: if you're talking about Gerard Butler, then hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;Preschool.&lt;br /&gt;Did you have preschool? no&lt;br /&gt;One year or two?: no, none&lt;br /&gt;Did you enjoy it?: obviously I couldn’t have since I didn’t go&lt;br /&gt;Could you spell your name by then?: If my parents thought I was smart enough not to go to preschool, then probably&lt;br /&gt;Could you buckle your cordoroy overalls?:ick!&lt;br /&gt;Were you an emo crybaby?: definitely not&lt;br /&gt;Did you have show and tell? no&lt;br /&gt;What did you bring?: didn’t go to preschool, therefore, didn’t have show and tell.&lt;br /&gt;Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;Did you loathe the schoolbus?: i don't remember, but probably because i still loathe it now&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever scream and cry and grab for your mom?: no, I liked school&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a kids tv show themed backpack?: I think I might have had Winnie the Pooh&lt;br /&gt;Were you afraid of the bathroom?: the bathroom is where you go to get outta class!!&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the field trips?: no, that was ages ago&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember ANYTHING about kindergarten?: I went to the wrong room the first day and my teacher Mrs. Mollura always yelled at me&lt;br /&gt;Were you the kid who tied the other kid's shoes, or did people tie yours?: I had velcro shoes, so I fastened my own, thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;1st Grade.&lt;br /&gt;Did you memorize all those stupid clapping songs? Clean up! Clean up! Everybody do your share! (repeat, with clapping)&lt;br /&gt;Are you still chummy with your friends from first grade?: Lauren is the only one&lt;br /&gt;What kind of people did they turn out to be?: still cool enough for me to like them&lt;br /&gt;What was your playground ritual?: run around like an idiot, fall off the monkey bars and get stuck in the tube slide while creating enough static electricity to power the school&lt;br /&gt;Moment of glory?: getting so sick on the merry-go-round to throw up&lt;br /&gt;Ever pee yourself?: gross!&lt;br /&gt;Were you an early bloomer or a late bloomer?: for what?&lt;br /&gt;2nd Grade.&lt;br /&gt;Love or loathe story time?: love ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen your second grade teacher in awhile?: haven’t gone up that way in ages…&lt;br /&gt;Did you sneak some of your snack out of your desk before snacktime?: All my food was practicallly gone by snacktime&lt;br /&gt;Who were your best friends?: I don't remember exactly, but it was probably Lauren, Emily Shaffer, and a few random other people that are now delinquents (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;Girl/Boy Scouts?: never&lt;br /&gt;3rd Grade.&lt;br /&gt;Was third grade a short year to you?: no, it took forever becuase I always got in trouble by Mrs. Roccio for talking&lt;br /&gt;Did you feel like a big shot finally being in elementary school?: I....guess?&lt;br /&gt;Ever pick on anybody?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Were you picked on?: of course&lt;br /&gt;Were you a bookworm or an anti-reader?: bookworm, still am.&lt;br /&gt;4th Grade.&lt;br /&gt;What was the worst trouble you got into in 4th grade?: I think it was Brittney H. and I that got in trouble for going into the woods at recess&lt;br /&gt;Best friends..same or different?: different&lt;br /&gt;Were the field trips satisfactory?: Harrisburg was cool&lt;br /&gt;How was your first encounter with the nurse about puberty?: that was 5th grade for us&lt;br /&gt;Did boys still suck?: I had a lot of guy friends, actually&lt;br /&gt;5th Grade.&lt;br /&gt;Did you pick on the younger kids?: Duh&lt;br /&gt;What was your style?: a multitude of flowered jeans and Backstreet Boyz T-shirts (I was like some kind of new-age hippie)&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite color?: yellow&lt;br /&gt;Is your haircolor the same as it was in fifth grade?: Yup&lt;br /&gt;Who was your favorite musician?: several boy bands&lt;br /&gt;Were you good with book reports?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;What did you do at recess?: My friends and I were in some kind of morbid stage, so we walked around trying to look for ghosts (??)&lt;br /&gt;Were you liked/popular?: more than I am now!&lt;br /&gt;Were you a rebel or a conformist?: rebel, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;6th Grade.&lt;br /&gt;Was being at the bottom of the food chain again totally nerve racking?: I didn't really care&lt;br /&gt;How were those awkward preteen years?: as awkward as the teenage years are&lt;br /&gt;Were you ever picked on?: yeah, Tyler called me Mangle Fang before I got my braces&lt;br /&gt;Were you afraid to go to the bathroom?: What is it with the "afraid of the bathroom" questions? I'm never afraid to go to the bathroom! It's necessary for bodily functions!&lt;br /&gt;What did you care about most?: grades&lt;br /&gt;7th Grade.&lt;br /&gt;How were your grades in the 7th, better or worse?: Same&lt;br /&gt;Did anything change for you in 7th?: Different people in my classes&lt;br /&gt;Pick up any activities?: I really started to like art&lt;br /&gt;Pick on the 6th graders?: of course&lt;br /&gt;Befriend the 8th graders?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;8th Grade.&lt;br /&gt;Top of the food chain once again! How was it?: Brilliant&lt;br /&gt;Did you hang out with the older kids?: some&lt;br /&gt;How were your grades?: same as every other year&lt;br /&gt;Were you a popular kid?: Not anymore&lt;br /&gt;Did you enjoy 8th grade?: Definately! It's when the great Deagol and Smeagol saga began&lt;br /&gt;9th Grade&lt;br /&gt;Were you afraid of upperclassmen?: No&lt;br /&gt;Were you friends with any older kids?: a few&lt;br /&gt;Were you stylin?: I almost care&lt;br /&gt;Did you think you knew it all?: no, and I still don't&lt;br /&gt;Did your parents suck?: they're ok&lt;br /&gt;Do they still?: yeah, they still ok&lt;br /&gt;EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS = Favorite Spice + Last Foreign Vacation Spot Cinnamon Niagra&lt;br /&gt;SOCIALITE ALIAS = Silliest Childhood Nickname + Town Where You First Partied Cricket Johnstown (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;"FLY GAL" ALIAS (a la J. Lo) = First Initial + First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name C. Scho - kinda sounds like "seashore"&lt;br /&gt;DIVA ALIAS = Something Sweet Within Sight + Any Liquid in Kitchen Lucky Charms Windex&lt;br /&gt;DETECTIVE ALIAS = Favorite Baby Animal + Where You Went to High School Puppy Richland&lt;br /&gt;BARFLY ALIAS = Last Snack Food You Ate + Your Favorite Drink Chips Propel&lt;br /&gt;SOAP OPERA ALIAS = Middle Name + Street Where You First Lived Suzanne West Elm&lt;br /&gt;ALIAS = First Pet's Name + Street You Grew Up On Nibbles Tener&lt;br /&gt;ROCK STAR ALIAS = Any Liquid on the Bar + Last Name of Bad-Ass Celebrity Daquiri Marsters&lt;br /&gt;[10 Bands/Artists you've seen live] Alright, since I'm completely pathetic, I'm going to type the top 10 bands/artists that I would &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; to see 10. Broadway Musical - Hairspray (LOL Megan would understand this) 9. Broadway Musical - POTO 8. B.M. - Les Miserables 7. Lord of the Dance! 6. Charlotte Church 5. Green Day 4. the Dragostea Din Tea band (Numa Numa Dance LOL) 3. JOSH GROBAN 2. JOSH GROBAN 1. &lt;strong&gt;J O S H G R O B A N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[09 Things you're looking forward to]1. Getting my license!! 2. Honors Chem. next year 3. going to New England 4. when POTO comes out on DVD 5. summer 6. getting done w/ my art project (grrr... Mr. Pozun isn't helping out w/this one) 7. Kennywood 8. getting stuff for Aimz (even though I don't know her 9. GETTING DONE WITH THIS SURVEY!&lt;br /&gt;08 Things You Wear Daily]1. underwear 2. charm bracelet 3. earrings 4. glasses 5 black shoes 6. makeup 7. my gray stone necklace 8. clothes&lt;br /&gt;[06 Things You Touch Every Day]1. my CD player 2. my coat 3. myself (not in that way, perv) 4. my dog 5. my bed 6. food&lt;br /&gt;[05 Things You Do Every Day]1. nothing 2. go on computer 3. play w/dog 4. yell at my brother 5. this survey&lt;br /&gt;[04 People You'd Want to Spend More Time or Hang out With]1. my bff's 2. my cousins 3. Hannah (yes, she counts as a person) 4. myself&lt;br /&gt;[03 Movies You Could Watch Over and Over]1. any horror movie 2. X2 3. Timeline (G.B.!!!)&lt;br /&gt;[02 Of Your Favorite CD's At This Moment]1. POTO soundtrack 2. Greenday American Idiot&lt;br /&gt;Person You Could Spend the Rest of Your Life With]1. too many to just pick one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done! I'm done! I'm done! I'm done! (starts singing horribly) The hills are alive w/the sound of music!! La la la la la la la! That's the only line I know from the song!!! La la la la laaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111334549886861336?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111334549886861336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111334549886861336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111334549886861336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111334549886861336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/04/uber-survey.html' title='the uber survey'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111334325762783348</id><published>2005-04-12T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T18:00:57.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO SINGING IN THE BATHTUB!</title><content type='html'>America is &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be a place of justice, order, and fairness. Also included in that list should be ridiculous laws that are not enforced. I swear these are all true! I found them on DumbLaws.com. These are the Pennsylvania ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is contrary to Pennsylvania law to discharge a gun, cannon, revolver or other explosive weapon at a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(827,1); change_status(827,1)" onmouseout="turnoff(827,1); change_status(827,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(827,2); change_status(827,2)" onmouseout="turnoff(827,2); change_status(827,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(827,3); change_status(827,3)" onmouseout="turnoff(827,3); change_status(827,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(827,4); change_status(827,4)" onmouseout="turnoff(827,4); change_status(827,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(827,5); change_status(827,5)" onmouseout="turnoff(827,5); change_status(827,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="law_regions2" onclick="javascript: MM_openBrWindow('rate_view.php?tid=laws&amp;cid=827&amp;amp;return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38', 'rate_view', 'scrollbars=no,menubar=no,resizable=0,location=no,screenX=50,screenY=100,width=560,height=280')" href="javascript:"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is illegal to have over 16 women live in a house together because that constitutes a brothel. However up to 120 men can live together, without breaking the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(828,1); change_status(828,1)" onmouseout="turnoff(828,1); change_status(828,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(828,2); change_status(828,2)" onmouseout="turnoff(828,2); change_status(828,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(828,3); change_status(828,3)" onmouseout="turnoff(828,3); change_status(828,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(828,4); change_status(828,4)" onmouseout="turnoff(828,4); change_status(828,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(828,5); change_status(828,5)" onmouseout="turnoff(828,5); change_status(828,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="law_regions2" onclick="javascript: MM_openBrWindow('rate_view.php?tid=laws&amp;cid=828&amp;amp;return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38', 'rate_view', 'scrollbars=no,menubar=no,resizable=0,location=no,screenX=50,screenY=100,width=560,height=280')" href="javascript:"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It it illegal to sleep on top of a refrigerator outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(829,1); change_status(829,1)" onmouseout="turnoff(829,1); change_status(829,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(829,2); change_status(829,2)" onmouseout="turnoff(829,2); change_status(829,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(829,3); change_status(829,3)" onmouseout="turnoff(829,3); change_status(829,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(829,4); change_status(829,4)" onmouseout="turnoff(829,4); change_status(829,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(829,5); change_status(829,5)" onmouseout="turnoff(829,5); change_status(829,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="law_regions2" onclick="javascript: MM_openBrWindow('rate_view.php?tid=laws&amp;cid=829&amp;amp;return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38', 'rate_view', 'scrollbars=no,menubar=no,resizable=0,location=no,screenX=50,screenY=100,width=560,height=280')" href="javascript:"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any motorist driving along a country road at night must stop every mile and send up a rocket signal, wait 10 minutes for the road to be cleared of livestock, and continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(830,1); change_status(830,1)" onmouseout="turnoff(830,1); change_status(830,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(830,2); change_status(830,2)" onmouseout="turnoff(830,2); change_status(830,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(830,3); change_status(830,3)" onmouseout="turnoff(830,3); change_status(830,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(830,4); change_status(830,4)" onmouseout="turnoff(830,4); change_status(830,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(830,5); change_status(830,5)" onmouseout="turnoff(830,5); change_status(830,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="law_regions2" onclick="javascript: MM_openBrWindow('rate_view.php?tid=laws&amp;cid=830&amp;amp;return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38', 'rate_view', 'scrollbars=no,menubar=no,resizable=0,location=no,screenX=50,screenY=100,width=560,height=280')" href="javascript:"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special cleaning ordinance bans housewives from hiding dirt and dust under a rug in a dwelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(831,1); change_status(831,1)" onmouseout="turnoff(831,1); change_status(831,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(831,2); change_status(831,2)" onmouseout="turnoff(831,2); change_status(831,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(831,3); change_status(831,3)" onmouseout="turnoff(831,3); change_status(831,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(831,4); change_status(831,4)" onmouseout="turnoff(831,4); change_status(831,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(831,5); change_status(831,5)" onmouseout="turnoff(831,5); change_status(831,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="law_regions2" onclick="javascript: MM_openBrWindow('rate_view.php?tid=laws&amp;cid=831&amp;amp;return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38', 'rate_view', 'scrollbars=no,menubar=no,resizable=0,location=no,screenX=50,screenY=100,width=560,height=280')" href="javascript:"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not sing in the bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(832,1); change_status(832,1)" onmouseout="turnoff(832,1); change_status(832,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(832,2); change_status(832,2)" onmouseout="turnoff(832,2); change_status(832,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(832,3); change_status(832,3)" onmouseout="turnoff(832,3); change_status(832,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(832,4); change_status(832,4)" onmouseout="turnoff(832,4); change_status(832,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(832,5); change_status(832,5)" onmouseout="turnoff(832,5); change_status(832,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="law_regions2" onclick="javascript: MM_openBrWindow('rate_view.php?tid=laws&amp;cid=832&amp;amp;return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38', 'rate_view', 'scrollbars=no,menubar=no,resizable=0,location=no,screenX=50,screenY=100,width=560,height=280')" href="javascript:"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks stores may not sell fireworks to Pennsylvania residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(833,1); change_status(833,1)" onmouseout="turnoff(833,1); change_status(833,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(833,2); change_status(833,2)" onmouseout="turnoff(833,2); change_status(833,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(833,3); change_status(833,3)" onmouseout="turnoff(833,3); change_status(833,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(833,4); change_status(833,4)" onmouseout="turnoff(833,4); change_status(833,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(833,5); change_status(833,5)" onmouseout="turnoff(833,5); change_status(833,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="law_regions2" onclick="javascript: MM_openBrWindow('rate_view.php?tid=laws&amp;cid=833&amp;amp;return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38', 'rate_view', 'scrollbars=no,menubar=no,resizable=0,location=no,screenX=50,screenY=100,width=560,height=280')" href="javascript:"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person is not eligible to become Governor if he/she has participated in a duel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(834,1); change_status(834,1)" onmouseout="turnoff(834,1); change_status(834,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(834,2); change_status(834,2)" onmouseout="turnoff(834,2); change_status(834,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(834,3); change_status(834,3)" onmouseout="turnoff(834,3); change_status(834,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(834,4); change_status(834,4)" onmouseout="turnoff(834,4); change_status(834,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(834,5); change_status(834,5)" onmouseout="turnoff(834,5); change_status(834,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="law_regions2" onclick="javascript: MM_openBrWindow('rate_view.php?tid=laws&amp;cid=834&amp;amp;return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38', 'rate_view', 'scrollbars=no,menubar=no,resizable=0,location=no,screenX=50,screenY=100,width=560,height=280')" href="javascript:"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any motorist who sights a team of horses coming toward him must pull well off the road, cover his car with a blanket or canvas that blends with the countryside, and let the horses pass. If the horses appear skittish, the motorist must take his car apart, piece by piece, and hide it under the nearest bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(835,1); change_status(835,1)" onmouseout="turnoff(835,1); change_status(835,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(835,2); change_status(835,2)" onmouseout="turnoff(835,2); change_status(835,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(835,3); change_status(835,3)" onmouseout="turnoff(835,3); change_status(835,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(835,4); change_status(835,4)" onmouseout="turnoff(835,4); change_status(835,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(835,5); change_status(835,5)" onmouseout="turnoff(835,5); change_status(835,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="law_regions2" onclick="javascript: MM_openBrWindow('rate_view.php?tid=laws&amp;cid=835&amp;amp;return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38', 'rate_view', 'scrollbars=no,menubar=no,resizable=0,location=no,screenX=50,screenY=100,width=560,height=280')" href="javascript:"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ministers are forbidden from performing marriages when either the bride or groom is drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(836,1); change_status(836,1)" onmouseout="turnoff(836,1); change_status(836,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(836,2); change_status(836,2)" onmouseout="turnoff(836,2); change_status(836,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(836,3); change_status(836,3)" onmouseout="turnoff(836,3); change_status(836,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(836,4); change_status(836,4)" onmouseout="turnoff(836,4); change_status(836,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(836,5); change_status(836,5)" onmouseout="turnoff(836,5); change_status(836,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="law_regions2" onclick="javascript: MM_openBrWindow('rate_view.php?tid=laws&amp;cid=836&amp;amp;return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38', 'rate_view', 'scrollbars=no,menubar=no,resizable=0,location=no,screenX=50,screenY=100,width=560,height=280')" href="javascript:"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City Laws&lt;br /&gt;Allentown Laws&lt;br /&gt;There is a ban on men becoming aroused in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(844,1); change_status(844,1)" onmouseout="turnoff(844,1); change_status(844,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(844,2); change_status(844,2)" onmouseout="turnoff(844,2); change_status(844,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(844,3); change_status(844,3)" onmouseout="turnoff(844,3); change_status(844,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(844,4); change_status(844,4)" onmouseout="turnoff(844,4); change_status(844,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(844,5); change_status(844,5)" onmouseout="turnoff(844,5); change_status(844,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="law_regions2" onclick="javascript: MM_openBrWindow('rate_view.php?tid=laws&amp;cid=844&amp;amp;return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38', 'rate_view', 'scrollbars=no,menubar=no,resizable=0,location=no,screenX=50,screenY=100,width=560,height=280')" href="javascript:"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bensalem Laws&lt;br /&gt;Persons convicted of felonies may not operate Bingo games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(1197,1); change_status(1197,1)" onmouseout="turnoff(1197,1); change_status(1197,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(1197,2); change_status(1197,2)" onmouseout="turnoff(1197,2); change_status(1197,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(1197,3); change_status(1197,3)" onmouseout="turnoff(1197,3); change_status(1197,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(1197,4); change_status(1197,4)" onmouseout="turnoff(1197,4); change_status(1197,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(1197,5); change_status(1197,5)" onmouseout="turnoff(1197,5); change_status(1197,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="law_regions2" onclick="javascript: MM_openBrWindow('rate_view.php?tid=laws&amp;cid=1197&amp;amp;return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38', 'rate_view', 'scrollbars=no,menubar=no,resizable=0,location=no,screenX=50,screenY=100,width=560,height=280')" href="javascript:"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operators of bingo games may not advertise the prizes offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(1198,1); change_status(1198,1)" onmouseout="turnoff(1198,1); change_status(1198,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(1198,2); change_status(1198,2)" onmouseout="turnoff(1198,2); change_status(1198,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(1198,3); change_status(1198,3)" onmouseout="turnoff(1198,3); change_status(1198,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(1198,4); change_status(1198,4)" onmouseout="turnoff(1198,4); change_status(1198,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(1198,5); change_status(1198,5)" onmouseout="turnoff(1198,5); change_status(1198,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="law_regions2" onclick="javascript: MM_openBrWindow('rate_view.php?tid=laws&amp;cid=1198&amp;amp;return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38', 'rate_view', 'scrollbars=no,menubar=no,resizable=0,location=no,screenX=50,screenY=100,width=560,height=280')" href="javascript:"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlisle Laws&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of town, one must pay a fee of $50 dollars a year to park on a particular block. At night, however, the cars must be moved for street cleaning. This law is enforced even if snow or ice prevents the cars from being moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(845,1); change_status(845,1)" onmouseout="turnoff(845,1); change_status(845,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(845,2); change_status(845,2)" onmouseout="turnoff(845,2); change_status(845,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(845,3); change_status(845,3)" onmouseout="turnoff(845,3); change_status(845,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(845,4); change_status(845,4)" onmouseout="turnoff(845,4); change_status(845,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(845,5); change_status(845,5)" onmouseout="turnoff(845,5); change_status(845,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="law_regions2" onclick="javascript: MM_openBrWindow('rate_view.php?tid=laws&amp;cid=845&amp;amp;return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38', 'rate_view', 'scrollbars=no,menubar=no,resizable=0,location=no,screenX=50,screenY=100,width=560,height=280')" href="javascript:"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connellsville Laws&lt;br /&gt;One's pants may be worn no lower than five inches below the waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(846,1); change_status(846,1)" onmouseout="turnoff(846,1); change_status(846,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(846,2); change_status(846,2)" onmouseout="turnoff(846,2); change_status(846,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(846,3); change_status(846,3)" onmouseout="turnoff(846,3); change_status(846,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(846,4); change_status(846,4)" onmouseout="turnoff(846,4); change_status(846,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(846,5); change_status(846,5)" onmouseout="turnoff(846,5); change_status(846,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="law_regions2" onclick="javascript: MM_openBrWindow('rate_view.php?tid=laws&amp;cid=846&amp;amp;return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38', 'rate_view', 'scrollbars=no,menubar=no,resizable=0,location=no,screenX=50,screenY=100,width=560,height=280')" href="javascript:"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danville Laws&lt;br /&gt;All fire hydrants must be checked one hour before all fires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(847,1); change_status(847,1)" onmouseout="turnoff(847,1); change_status(847,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(847,2); change_status(847,2)" onmouseout="turnoff(847,2); change_status(847,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(847,3); change_status(847,3)" onmouseout="turnoff(847,3); change_status(847,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(847,4); change_status(847,4)" onmouseout="turnoff(847,4); change_status(847,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(847,5); change_status(847,5)" onmouseout="turnoff(847,5); change_status(847,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="law_regions2" onclick="javascript: MM_openBrWindow('rate_view.php?tid=laws&amp;cid=847&amp;amp;return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38', 'rate_view', 'scrollbars=no,menubar=no,resizable=0,location=no,screenX=50,screenY=100,width=560,height=280')" href="javascript:"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millville Laws&lt;br /&gt;The sale of alcohol is prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(848,1); change_status(848,1)" onmouseout="turnoff(848,1); change_status(848,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(848,2); change_status(848,2)" onmouseout="turnoff(848,2); change_status(848,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(848,3); change_status(848,3)" onmouseout="turnoff(848,3); change_status(848,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(848,4); change_status(848,4)" onmouseout="turnoff(848,4); change_status(848,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(848,5); change_status(848,5)" onmouseout="turnoff(848,5); change_status(848,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="law_regions2" onclick="javascript: MM_openBrWindow('rate_view.php?tid=laws&amp;cid=848&amp;amp;return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38', 'rate_view', 'scrollbars=no,menubar=no,resizable=0,location=no,screenX=50,screenY=100,width=560,height=280')" href="javascript:"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One may not shoot any dog that is found wandering the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(849,1); change_status(849,1)" onmouseout="turnoff(849,1); change_status(849,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(849,2); change_status(849,2)" onmouseout="turnoff(849,2); change_status(849,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(849,3); change_status(849,3)" onmouseout="turnoff(849,3); change_status(849,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(849,4); change_status(849,4)" onmouseout="turnoff(849,4); change_status(849,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(849,5); change_status(849,5)" onmouseout="turnoff(849,5); change_status(849,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="law_regions2" onclick="javascript: MM_openBrWindow('rate_view.php?tid=laws&amp;cid=849&amp;amp;return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38', 'rate_view', 'scrollbars=no,menubar=no,resizable=0,location=no,screenX=50,screenY=100,width=560,height=280')" href="javascript:"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morrisville Laws&lt;br /&gt;It is required that a woman have a permit to wear cosmetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(850,1); change_status(850,1)" onmouseout="turnoff(850,1); change_status(850,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(850,2); change_status(850,2)" onmouseout="turnoff(850,2); change_status(850,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(850,3); change_status(850,3)" onmouseout="turnoff(850,3); change_status(850,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(850,4); change_status(850,4)" onmouseout="turnoff(850,4); change_status(850,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(850,5); change_status(850,5)" onmouseout="turnoff(850,5); change_status(850,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="law_regions2" onclick="javascript: MM_openBrWindow('rate_view.php?tid=laws&amp;cid=850&amp;amp;return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38', 'rate_view', 'scrollbars=no,menubar=no,resizable=0,location=no,screenX=50,screenY=100,width=560,height=280')" href="javascript:"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newtown Laws&lt;br /&gt;Every outlet or switch (which can be purchased for 59 cents) that is installed requires an electrical inspection fee of 1 dollar and 33 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(851,1); change_status(851,1)" onmouseout="turnoff(851,1); change_status(851,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(851,2); change_status(851,2)" onmouseout="turnoff(851,2); change_status(851,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(851,3); change_status(851,3)" onmouseout="turnoff(851,3); change_status(851,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(851,4); change_status(851,4)" onmouseout="turnoff(851,4); change_status(851,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(851,5); change_status(851,5)" onmouseout="turnoff(851,5); change_status(851,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="law_regions2" onclick="javascript: MM_openBrWindow('rate_view.php?tid=laws&amp;cid=851&amp;amp;return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38', 'rate_view', 'scrollbars=no,menubar=no,resizable=0,location=no,screenX=50,screenY=100,width=560,height=280')" href="javascript:"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pittsburgh Laws&lt;br /&gt;No one is allowed to sleep on a refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(852,1); 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change_status(855,1)" onmouseout="turnoff(855,1); change_status(855,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(855,2); change_status(855,2)" onmouseout="turnoff(855,2); change_status(855,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(855,3); change_status(855,3)" onmouseout="turnoff(855,3); change_status(855,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(855,4); change_status(855,4)" onmouseout="turnoff(855,4); change_status(855,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="lightup(855,5); change_status(855,5)" onmouseout="turnoff(855,5); change_status(855,0)" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/register.php?return_url=%2Flaws.php%3Fsite%3Dlaws%26cid%3D184%26region%3D38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111334325762783348?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111334325762783348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111334325762783348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111334325762783348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111334325762783348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-singing-in-bathtub.html' title='NO SINGING IN THE BATHTUB!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111309889277984471</id><published>2005-04-09T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T16:27:01.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ooohh it's a snake!</title><content type='html'>Hey, was it you Smeagz that told me the name of that badger website with the stupid song on it? You know the one that goes "badgerbadgerbadgerbadgerbadgerbadgerbadgerbadgerbadgerbadger mushroom! mushroom!&lt;br /&gt;Snake! A Snake! Oooohh, it's a snake!"&lt;br /&gt;Scary.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember if it was you Smeagz, or Tuls. I'm thinking Tuls, but I'm not sure. Oh well, it doesn't matter. I found some pretty funny jokes online when I was searching for my quote for Cultures (waste of my life) class. They're pretty long and stupid, but I'm sure you'll enjoy them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edit by Smeagz: Yup, that was me! Def not Tuls, you think she's that awesome?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was telling friends how first-aid classes had prepared him for an emergency.&lt;br /&gt;'I saw a woman hit by a car,' he said. 'She had a broken arm, a twisted knee and a skull fracture.' 'How horrible! What did you do?'&lt;br /&gt;'Thanks to my first-aid training I knew just how to handle it. I sat on the curb and put my head between my knees to keep from fainting.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Queen visits a mental hospital and goes to the first ward. The first patient she sees is sitting up and with his left hand he seems to be grabbing something from the air.&lt;br /&gt;She asks, "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;The patient replies, "I'm taking the stars from the sky!"&lt;br /&gt;She then proceeds over to the second patient and he seems to be inserting something into the air.&lt;br /&gt;She asks, "What are you doing love?"&lt;br /&gt;The second patient replies, "I'm putting the stars back in the sky!"&lt;br /&gt;Finally she reaches the third patient and he's sitting up pretending he's a rally driver and is making high speed noises.&lt;br /&gt;She asks him, "What the hell are you up to?"&lt;br /&gt;The patient replies, "I'm trying to get away from these two nutters, they're fuckin' mental!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judi reported for her final examination which consisted of Yes / No answers.She takes her seat in the examination hall, stares at the question paper, and then in a bit of inspiration, takes a quarter out of her purse. She starts tossing the coin and marking the answer sheet "Yes" for heads and "No" for tails.Within 30 minutes she's all done whereas the rest of the class is sweating it out. During the last few minutes of the exam period, Judi again frantically starts flipping the coin again.The moderator, concerned about what she's doing, stops by and asks if she's ok."Oh yes, I'm fine. I finished the exam a half hour ago -- but, " explaining the frantic coin tossing, "I'm going back thru and checking my answers!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111309889277984471?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111309889277984471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111309889277984471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111309889277984471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111309889277984471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/04/ooohh-its-snake.html' title='ooohh it&apos;s a snake!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111272986042097530</id><published>2005-04-05T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T18:05:21.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid conversations between Megan and I</title><content type='html'>Hey I just thought I would sum up a meaningless day with some meaningless conversations between Megan, Smeagz, and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: (trying to be poetic) &lt;em&gt;The stars yearn for the sun...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: The sun is a star you retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: Smeagz and I staged this whole conversation before it happened)&lt;br /&gt;S &amp;amp; D: Hey Megan, are you stupid?&lt;br /&gt;M: No&lt;br /&gt;S: Then what are you?&lt;br /&gt;M: Stupid. (Does stupid laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This one's from a long time ago)&lt;br /&gt;M: Hey Christine, what's grape juice?&lt;br /&gt;D: It's the juice of grapes, dumbass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111272986042097530?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111272986042097530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111272986042097530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111272986042097530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111272986042097530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/04/stupid-conversations-between-megan-and.html' title='stupid conversations between Megan and I'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111240720200671505</id><published>2005-04-01T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T21:00:02.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ye be warned</title><content type='html'>woooohoooo! I passed my permit test! Just barely! (does false self-assuring laugh). I missed three questions, including the first one. I was freakin' panicking throughout the whole test after that. Anyways, I went driving around parking lots w/ my dad for about two hours today. I feel bad, because I think I gave him a severe case of whiplash when I slammed on the brakes too hard. I'm so tired right now. I went to school today, which was long and tedious, I went to take my permit test, which completely fried my nerves, I helped my dad w/ yard work, which completely killed my back, and I went driving, which almost killed my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I miss my Smeagz. When you read this when you get back, please post on your or my blog or something. This week has been soooo boring w/out you. I miss copying your homework and goofing off in study hall. (And God knows Matt Rundorff isn't exactly a bundle of fun). And Megan, if you read this, you really need to update your blog. You've had the same freakin' post on there for like a week now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would just like to extend a warning to all those who might be on the road in the near future. Because remember, I'm named after a car that killed people. Ye be warned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111240720200671505?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111240720200671505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111240720200671505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111240720200671505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111240720200671505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/04/ye-be-warned.html' title='ye be warned'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111221885143102857</id><published>2005-03-30T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T16:40:51.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nonsense</title><content type='html'>I was reading Crime &amp; Punishment and I found this really awesome speech by a character named Razumukhin. The whole thing was about nonsense, literally. I could tell you about it, or just type the whole damn thing out, which is exactly what I am going to do because I love it so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think," Razumukhin cried out, raising his voice still higher, "do you think I care if they talk nonsense? Hogwash! I love nonsense! Talking nonsense is man's only privelege that distinguishes him from all other organisms. If you keep talking big nonsense, you will get to sense! I am a man, therefore I talk nonsense. Nobody ever got to a single truth without talking nonsense fourteen times first. Maybe even a hundred and fourteen. That's all right in its own way. We don't even know how to talk nonsense intelligently, though! If you're going to give me big nonsense, better make it your own big nonsense, and I'll kiss you for it. Talk nonsense in your own way. That's almost better than talking sense in somebody else's. In the first case you're a man; in the second just a parrot!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see, this character was obviously drunk when he said this speech, and I love him for it! He certainly is a "queer duck"! (Smeagz would get that, and you would too if you read C&amp;amp;P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111221885143102857?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111221885143102857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111221885143102857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111221885143102857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111221885143102857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/03/nonsense.html' title='nonsense'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111213392549351079</id><published>2005-03-29T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T17:06:00.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>windex</title><content type='html'>OMG! Geometry class was muy interesante today too! I think that just might be a record. Two days in a row. This time, it was Mr. Golish that made it interesting. Apparently there is a feud going on between Mr. Golish and Mrs. Myer's class, and it has to do with spray bottles. These two guys, I forget their names, came in and chased Mr. G. around the room with bottles of windex! I've never seen him move that fast in my life. He stopped at his cupboard to get his own spray bottle to use against the two guys, and one of the guys tripped over him and landed on his back. It was the funniest thing I've ever seen in a math class, or any class, for that matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111213392549351079?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111213392549351079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111213392549351079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111213392549351079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111213392549351079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/03/windex.html' title='windex'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111204350632142623</id><published>2005-03-28T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T20:08:51.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hogwarts</title><content type='html'>Geometry class was very interesting today. Brad P. and Andrew N. were making fun of Megan as usual and listening in to our conversations. Here is a transcript of a very interesting conversation that Brad, Andrew, and Megan had while I sat there trying to ignore all three of them. (I'm      serious, this may sound crazy, but it's true!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: So, Christine, when is Amanda coming back?&lt;br /&gt;A: Amanda who?&lt;br /&gt;M: Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;B: Coming back from where?&lt;br /&gt;A: Is she at Hogwarts?&lt;br /&gt;M: (sarcastically) Yeah. (Does stupid laugh)&lt;br /&gt;A: So she's a Gryffindor, right?&lt;br /&gt;M: No, Slytherin. So what's up Christine?&lt;br /&gt;B: Shut the f*** up Megan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is actually more to this conversation than that, just I don't want to post it because I don't want to offend the people that the conversation was about. So if you want to know, you'll have to ask me personally. (Or Megan, if she remembers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit by Smeagz: Tell me, tell me! I wanna know! Why'd they say Hogwarts anyway? *is kinda frightened*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111204350632142623?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111204350632142623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111204350632142623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111204350632142623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111204350632142623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/03/hogwarts.html' title='hogwarts'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111196183800580032</id><published>2005-03-27T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T17:22:58.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>scooby-doo!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey, you know the only interesting things to watch on Easter Sunday are religious channels and cartoons. Guess which one I am watching? Why, Morning Mass with Brother Gerard, of course! Just kidding. I'm watching Scooby-doo. I just saw the name Gerard and I was like, "Hey that is the first name of the ever-so-gorgeous actor who plays the Phantom!" Anyways, I am so hyper on chocolate right now. I think I've eaten like five pounds of it today.&lt;br /&gt;Smeagz came over to my house this morning to drop off her house key and the number to the kennel that my doggie's boyfriend is staying at. I was eating (surprise) some chocolate when she came. My dad almost strangled my dog when she was lunging at Smeagz, and she made weird choking sounds (Hannah, not Smeagz). Anyways, I would just like to say to Smeagz bon voyage, buen viaje, and have a great trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111196183800580032?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111196183800580032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111196183800580032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111196183800580032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111196183800580032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/03/scooby-doo.html' title='scooby-doo!!!!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111187319324028654</id><published>2005-03-26T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T16:46:45.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>Just wanna take the time to send out a big thank you to Smeagz for doing all of the work on my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit by Smeagz: No probs! It gives me something to do! Did you notice that I put links to NY pics?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111187319324028654?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111187319324028654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111187319324028654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111187319324028654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111187319324028654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/03/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111186041934329771</id><published>2005-03-26T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T13:06:59.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>below mediocre</title><content type='html'>Wow, my third post. Note the sarcasm. I wish I had more stuff on my blog, like being able to view my profile and viewing pictures and my favorite quotes and stuff. To quote Megan, my blog is below mediocre, just like her wood box project in Crafts Class.&lt;br /&gt;So far my day has been very interesting. I found out while on the phone w/Smeagz that my dog is afraid of the telephone. I watched some scenes from Halloween Resurrection(I hope I spelled that right). Michael Myers (the serial killer, not that retarded Austin Powers guy) is so cool! The H movies are great to watch when you are angry, because it can release your frustrations. Not that I ever get angry or anything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111186041934329771?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111186041934329771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111186041934329771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111186041934329771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111186041934329771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/03/below-mediocre.html' title='below mediocre'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111180416430406039</id><published>2005-03-25T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T21:29:24.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel smart!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I am actually figuring out how to do stuff on my blog. It's actually not that difficult, but if you don't know me then you would underestimate how totally computer illiterate I am. I don't really have anything interesting to say, I just wanna say how proud I am of myself (not really)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111180416430406039?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111180416430406039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111180416430406039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111180416430406039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111180416430406039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-feel-smart.html' title='i feel smart!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11698560.post-111179030784890270</id><published>2005-03-25T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T17:38:27.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdyyy</title><content type='html'>Howdy! I'm Christine! I'm no longer technically inferior! I have a blog! *w00ts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first post is going to be a survey that I did about my best friend in the whooooole wide world, Smeagzzzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Who are you? Christine&lt;br /&gt;02. Are we friends? you betcha&lt;br /&gt;03. When and how did we meet? don't remember exactly, but we became friends in 8th grade&lt;br /&gt;04. How have I affected you? you have given me a dark side (mwa ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;05. What do you think of me? as my other half&lt;br /&gt;06. What's the fondest memory you have of me? it's kinda stupid, but my favorite is the time we took twenty minutes to make instant mac n' chz and then we ate it out of coca-cola cups&lt;br /&gt;07. How long do you think we will be friends? as long as we are together&lt;br /&gt;08. Do you love me? in a very plutonic way&lt;br /&gt;09. Do you have a crush on me? hmm... you never know (just kidding!!!)&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you kiss me? in your dreams, maybe&lt;br /&gt;11. Would you hug me? yeah&lt;br /&gt;12. Physically, what about me stands out? you're smile&lt;br /&gt;13. Emotionally, what about me stands out? you're very anti-christness&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you wish I was cooler? you are already the coolest person i know&lt;br /&gt;15. On a scale of 1-10, how hot am I? I am going to beat that other kid by using a real number- a billion trillion octillion.&lt;br /&gt;16. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.my favorite nickname is Smeagz because we're known as Deagol and Smeagol by our friends (and some teachers) and since they were brothers it's like we're sisters&lt;br /&gt;17. Am I loveable? once again, in a very plutonic way&lt;br /&gt;18. How long have you known me? since fourth grade, but we weren't always that close until eighth&lt;br /&gt;19. Describe me in one word. strong-willed&lt;br /&gt;20. What was your first impression of me? a cool girl that i could actually get along with&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you still think that way about me now? yepperoo&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you think my weakness is? spiders dun dun dun dun DUN! (evil music plays)&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you think I'll get married? i think so&lt;br /&gt;24. What makes me happy? being with friends, your favorite movies, songs, books, and whatnot&lt;br /&gt;25. What makes me sad? the opposite of number 24&lt;br /&gt;26. What reminds you of me? whenever i think of a famous dictator&lt;br /&gt;27. If you could give me anything what would it be? Tom Felton or Eminem&lt;br /&gt;28. How well do you know me? as well as I would know a sister&lt;br /&gt;29. When's the last time you saw me? yesterday in school&lt;br /&gt;30. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? if i did, then i can't remember&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you think I could kill someone? dictatresses usually kill people to get to the top&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger/weaker/or staying the same? stronger&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen? yes&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you going to put this on your blog/xanga/whatever and see what I say about you? you know that i am technically inferior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11698560-111179030784890270?l=cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/feeds/111179030784890270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11698560&amp;postID=111179030784890270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111179030784890270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11698560/posts/default/111179030784890270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cobaltdeagz.blogspot.com/2005/03/howdyyy.html' title='Howdyyy'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213858930544975684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/LittleLuna/Friends2/christine1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
