<?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-5026792</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:31:24.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alphabet Aerobics</title><subtitle type='html'>like the song...like my life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-107066139275510877</id><published>2003-12-05T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T13:57:30.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/mechangel/1066004723_escarefree.jpg" border="0" alt="Carefree"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're just the happy go-lucky type. You might have&lt;br&gt;your pet peeves, but other than that, you're&lt;br&gt;mainly calm. Blending in with your&lt;br&gt;surroundings, you're the type of person who&lt;br&gt;everyone likes. Usually it's you who cracks&lt;br&gt;jokes at social gatherings - after all,&lt;br&gt;laughter is the best medicine. Sometimes you&lt;br&gt;pretend to be stupid, but in all actuality, you&lt;br&gt;could be the next Einstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/mechangel/quizzes/What%20Type%20of%20Soul%20Do%20You%20Have%20%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Type of Soul Do You Have ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-107066139275510877?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/107066139275510877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/107066139275510877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107066139275510877' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-107060494074663055</id><published>2003-12-04T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T22:16:37.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What comes to mind when you hear..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..snow?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yum &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..rain?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;singin &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..tornado?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;whooooosh! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..summer love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;gidget &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..Jon?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;bon &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..Mike?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;red hair &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..Shea?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;mets! woo!  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..banana?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;rama &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..dizzy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;tazmanian devil &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..Laura?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;tell laura i love her &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..Juan?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes? oh hi steve! it's juan! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..car?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;vrrrrrrrooooooooooom! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..white?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;empty &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..peppermint?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;pattie, oh charlie brown!  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..New Found Glory?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;inferior misplaced defeat &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..placebo?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;goop &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..orange juice?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;pain &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..candid camera?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;*cheesy smile*  :-D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..sister?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;christian &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..brother?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;beaver tail &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..hate?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;why? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..school?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;ms.frizzle, magic schoolbus! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..President?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;millions of peaches &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..football?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;??? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..rap?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes please &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..pop?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;lolipop &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..rock?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;pet rocks &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..punk?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;pretty colors &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..sex?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;blistex &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..death?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;cold ,yellow &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..baby?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;pure beauty &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..duuude?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;turtles &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..the end?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;dun dun DUUUUUUUUUN...*cue scary music* &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys.php?id=414" title="The Survey Where You Say The First Word That Comes To Mind. Yay."&gt;The Survey Where You Say The First Word That Comes To Mind. Yay.&lt;/a&gt; brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Free Online Surveys - BZOINK!"&gt;BZOINK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-107060494074663055?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/107060494074663055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/107060494074663055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107060494074663055' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-107021922043770684</id><published>2003-11-30T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T11:07:51.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is great, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take the shit with the awesome, and the shit seems to be so miniscule in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont really know what else, celine dion makes me laugh, a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that song... "it's all coming back to me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, what a riot! very good to serenade your sister and her boyfriend with :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sat tutor guy said i'm "above average" in math, and that "i'm an excellent reader, and would probably make an excellet writer"...no one's ever said that to me before! i feel so fuckin like, i dont even know...empowered? so freakin empowered! YES! i CAN get into college! haha, oh god. hahaha. no but really, it's amazing what a little comment can do! i hadn't realized it till now, but...other then my mom who doesn't count, no one ever in my life and 12 years in high school EVER told me i was "above averge" in anything but music an visual art classes. like, no one ever said that about the math or science or history or english, which are the classes THEY always stress as "most important" or the classes you need "intelligence for" . i can't belive that. i feel smart, haha. wish someone wouldve said that a few yeas ago :o\ haha, is all good! is all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a rambling. i forgot how to sign onto this site thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace mofros&lt;br /&gt;mo love&lt;br /&gt;(((*!smile!*)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-107021922043770684?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/107021922043770684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/107021922043770684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107021922043770684' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-106776351038597043</id><published>2003-11-02T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T00:58:42.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mmm..its times like these when i wish i wasn't afraid of the dark....or could drive.....because then i wouldn't be home...its 4 am...i need to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oi veh......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-106776351038597043?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/106776351038597043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/106776351038597043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106776351038597043' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-106766685451393623</id><published>2003-10-31T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T22:07:46.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SuperCurlz/1059288123_CWINDOWSDesktopGump.JPG" border="0" alt="CWINDOWSDesktopGump.JPG"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Forrest Gump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SuperCurlz/quizzes/What%20movie%20Do%20you%20Belong%20in%3F(many%20different%20outcomes!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-106766685451393623?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/106766685451393623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/106766685451393623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106766685451393623' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-106255735028807044</id><published>2003-09-02T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T19:49:10.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tori Amos too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bells for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-106255735028807044?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/106255735028807044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/106255735028807044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106255735028807044' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-106255709714593678</id><published>2003-09-02T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T19:44:57.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good list of female vocalists:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ani DiFranco&lt;br /&gt;Joni Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;Judy Collins&lt;br /&gt;Sarah McLachlan&lt;br /&gt;Tracy Chapman&lt;br /&gt;Indigo Girls&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;br /&gt;Sinead O'Conner&lt;br /&gt;Fiona Apple&lt;br /&gt;Eryka Badu&lt;br /&gt;India. Arie.&lt;br /&gt;Ella Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;Diana King&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie Rait&lt;br /&gt;Portishead&lt;br /&gt;10,000 Maniacs&lt;br /&gt;Dinah Washington&lt;br /&gt;Erica Smith&lt;br /&gt;Refugee Camp All Stars&lt;br /&gt;Lauryn Hill&lt;br /&gt;Bitch and Animal&lt;br /&gt;Etta James&lt;br /&gt;Sevie Nicks&lt;br /&gt;Billie Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many more, can't think right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to some ladies sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-106255709714593678?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/106255709714593678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/106255709714593678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106255709714593678' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-106255676093193372</id><published>2003-09-02T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T19:39:20.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>names for my children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls:&lt;br /&gt;Junipper (junie for short... :o)&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Earth&lt;br /&gt;Marcella&lt;br /&gt;Ella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys:&lt;br /&gt;Corbin&lt;br /&gt;Kurt&lt;br /&gt;Davide&lt;br /&gt;Donovan&lt;br /&gt;Pasquale&lt;br /&gt;Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will be updated, oh yes. it will. &lt;br /&gt;any suggetions,please, tell me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-106255676093193372?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/106255676093193372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/106255676093193372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106255676093193372' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-106254815963420613</id><published>2003-09-02T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T17:15:59.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know how to use this new shit. um. yay summer! circle in the square woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it. i'm so bad at this. um. paper must write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a douchbag is a hygenic product i will take that as a compliment thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for such a sucky entry since this is the first one in like, 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-106254815963420613?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/106254815963420613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/106254815963420613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106254815963420613' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-105742261550014682</id><published>2003-07-05T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T09:30:15.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>asthma is sexy..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a funny shirt!&lt;br /&gt;www.tshirthell.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, asthma is SO SEXY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-105742261550014682?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/105742261550014682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/105742261550014682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105742261550014682' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95981092</id><published>2003-06-24T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T07:12:16.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>prom was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james taylor was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything else is kinda ass...oh well... it was time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give everyone a hug-alea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95981092?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95981092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95981092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95981092' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95884527</id><published>2003-06-20T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T21:48:30.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A group of professionals asked a group of 4-8 year olds what they thought love meant.......i dont think i could come up with most of these, haha, kids are so smart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." Rebecca - age 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth." Billy - age 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." Karl - age 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs." Chrissy - age 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." Danny - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss." Emily - age 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen." Bobby - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate." Nikka - age 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday." Noelle - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other." Tommy - age 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore." Cindy - age 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night." Clare - Age 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken." Elaine -age 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford." Chris -age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." Mary Ann - age 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." Lauren - age 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I let my big sister pick on me because my Mom says she only picks on me because she loves me. So I pick on my baby sister because I love her." Bethany &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-age4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." Karen - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allow me to go CRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's so cute.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95884527?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95884527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95884527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95884527' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95776258</id><published>2003-06-17T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T19:51:10.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my sister: Tell me, if donald duck doesn't wear pants, then why does he have a towel on after he takes a shower?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: because he has to dry off his feathers you fucking idiot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, people somtimes.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95776258?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95776258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95776258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95776258' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95774701</id><published>2003-06-17T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T18:56:43.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMB AND DUMBERER= BEST MOVIE EVVVVVVVVVVER!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have not seen this amazing piece of film work...i suggest you go out NOW and dojust that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it' funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's got hot guys in it (shia an derek richardson!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this movie will change cinemetography as we know it (and...how to spell it..way to go alea...you dumbass...heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw..he plays the sitar, and i'm in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yerp&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95774701?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95774701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95774701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95774701' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95765007</id><published>2003-06-17T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T13:01:44.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>less then a week before james taylor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much to say. finals suck. but had my last day of the Tank today (thank the LORD jesus christ) i cied after i left. i hate him. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing dumb and dumberer tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life will soo be complete!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i needto find a bathing suit...beach on friday and i am BATHINGSUITLESS! i bid on this 1940's beautiful one on  ebay, but i peed and missed my chance to win. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh vell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muchlove&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95765007?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95765007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95765007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95765007' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95701591</id><published>2003-06-15T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T19:52:16.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, here's the funniest Peanuts comic EVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to imagine this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snoopy is haning out by his dog house wearin sunglasses and says "here's joe cool hanging around the student union"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then linus or some freak kid comes in and says "Hi joe, how'd you do in chemistry today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and snoop says "that chemistry is a drag, man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then in the last box snoopy goes "Joe Cool can't worry about chemistry when he's busy hanging around the student union"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so funny, snoopy is SO SLICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's my senior quote. haha...sigh.....that dog just cracks me up.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cracks me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95701591?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95701591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95701591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95701591' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95700773</id><published>2003-06-15T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T19:29:31.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes so...weekend update with...alea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was coolio, claire came over with jake and mimi, which was fun. we baked for the anytown garage sale (on sat.) and then went to the baird to say hello to friends....and uh. got really wet! then claire and her posse went home and laura and i caught up with matt and ms.shah and then BAKED SOME MORE woo! heh then uh...went to sleep! then saturday was the anytown garage sale from 9-3 (but i left at 5...haha) WOO! that was actually fun, despite the fact that my LEGS WERE SWEATING IT WAS SO FRIGGIN HOT! heh. but yea. made some cash ...maybe get to actually send kids to camp this summer! heh. then laura picks me up at 6ish and to my surprise(foreshadowing) .....we went to JPLees and MY FRENDS WERE THERE! and IT WAS ON PURPOSE! haha, laura threw me a surprise party at JPLees...WOOT! it was fun, she's a sweetie and claire was there with dan :o) AGAIN! i got claire 2 nights tis weekend! and lots of wonderful people, thank you people for being so great! then claire dan dave suz laura and i went back to suzy's house and hung out to the extreme. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today gina cals me at like...11ish and is like 'so alea, you busy? cause we got an extra ticket to riverdance" and i was like...uh NO I AM NOT!...so....i saw riverdance with gina and her fam. for her mom's birthday, it was so fun! THEIR FEET MOVE SO FAST! and let me tell you, a guy that can irish dance like that.......phew....MAJOR turn on! WOW! it was so soso so so so SEXY! haha ANYWAY...thank you again gina and family fortaking me....much love! much fun! much...irish sexyness......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i came home and my mom and i went to panera and then saw bruce almighty, and i laughed, and then got a little bothered that the movie became really dumb for a bit, and then went back to funny :-D heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, that's how i spent my fathers day...we visited the cemetary this morning and put flowers and shit. my mom and i are gonna buy bluegrass and plant it :o) tye dye style yo! i'm glad my mom and i went to the movie, what a depressing day...even though riverdance, still....depressing, cause everyone was there with their father. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my brother left today for australia :o( he'll be back in december...sigh...i'm gonna miss him like fuck. but it's good for him to do this so it's ok :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this just got more and more depressing! haha, oh well, time to go recite funny dumb quotes from bruce almighty and get syked for the fact that i'm seeing dumb and dumberer on tuesday.WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yer&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95700773?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95700773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95700773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95700773' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95615638</id><published>2003-06-12T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T20:42:33.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THANK YOU DAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the sweetest person EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he drew me a beautiful picture for my birthday, and a card and a poem! and WOW! he's amazing! i love that kid. let me tell you,iwill definatly have some jealousy issues when he gets himself a lady! haha...noooo i jest i jest, but he's the best friend a girl could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i just wrote an awesome personal's ad for dave! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bedtime! mwah!&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95615638?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95615638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95615638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95615638' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95575643</id><published>2003-06-11T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T20:39:55.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>taco kisses for my beeeeeny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay for birthdays! i'm 17! yay! thank you for beign so nice to me today, heh. it was appriciated everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i swear, now that i'm 17 i WILL get my permit and drive.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no but seriously, happy birthday to shia also, that sexy sexy bastard. mm. damn. mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate school. it's almost over. school can go poo poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must go to sleep, i love him, he remembered my birthday even though we still dont talk.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;much love, many kisses-alea :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95575643?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95575643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95575643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95575643' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95534269</id><published>2003-06-10T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T20:45:59.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in love with the west coast.&lt;br /&gt;or...oregon..&lt;br /&gt;or...somone in oregon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not....sigh.....all of my men so unattainable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95534269?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95534269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95534269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95534269' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95482994</id><published>2003-06-09T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T15:24:48.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, everyone's gotta come to the Anytown garage sale this saturday from 10-3 casue we need the cash to send kids to camp this year! anytown is a leadership camp devoted to making people aware of biases...and helping them find ways to stop them. i went last year and we need CASH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.......&lt;br /&gt;even steven's movie this friday!!!i'm so siked!! AND...dumb and dumberer....i'm gonna try to see it friday nght but who knows...&lt;br /&gt;AND! my birthday on wed.! woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit...why can't i post pictures on this crappy thing?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i'm goingto watch billy elliot, because jamie bell is my boyfriend  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95482994?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95482994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95482994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95482994' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95440686</id><published>2003-06-08T16:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T16:33:58.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAVE I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING FUN AT FEILD DAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95440686?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95440686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95440686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95440686' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95440674</id><published>2003-06-08T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T16:33:35.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havn't talked to em all weekend......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like there were any signs of iterest anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95440674?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95440674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95440674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95440674' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95440558</id><published>2003-06-08T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T16:29:39.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>laura's funny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95440558?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95440558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95440558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95440558' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95438032</id><published>2003-06-08T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T15:02:04.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it sucks when you're sick and the only reason people call you is to rant bout how much fun they had last night when you were sitting home alone watching british movies and puking. but hey. who's complaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95438032?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95438032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95438032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95438032' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95410261</id><published>2003-06-07T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T11:08:04.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont really hate gov. school ladies and gents,,....i dont want to offend anyone i was just bitter cause i didn't get in :o\ heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more bitterness...only HAPPINESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95410261?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95410261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95410261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95410261' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95410238</id><published>2003-06-07T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T11:07:15.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so i wrote two long entries already and my computer fudged it up...so...this is gonna be lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you dave! thank you for the picture i absolutly love it and it made me feel a lot better :o)&lt;br /&gt;hope you're having fun at FIELD DAY!!!!! woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got into Circle in the Square theater workshop!!! wootwootwoot times a million!! it's freakin exciting! only 75 out of 600 people got in and i'm the youngest! another woot for that! and he told me right after the audition was over. i'm excited!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry that little blurb was very "go alea!" but i was happy and i STILL AM!!!!!!! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! my fever finally went down! woot AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much wooting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...yea....i just took the SATS and they sucked my toe...but whatever...it's FINE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea...speaking of sucking...........UP YOURS GOVENOR'S SCHOOL! bah! didn't let me in but go into an even more competitive school, so take your fingers and stick them in somthing gross because.....because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a little unesseary...sorry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, anyway, enough of gross concieted alea...sorry about this, sigh...time to go buy ms.wastie a gift with naomi :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a fantastic weekend, much love much love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95410238?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95410238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95410238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95410238' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95248657</id><published>2003-06-03T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T11:56:11.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i thought it was good to let everyone know that i'm current going through an early menopause.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it sounds OFF...but....it can happen!! and like, my "woman tummy troubles" are worse then ever...and back spasms now too...and mood swings and HOT FLASHES!!!! and i have a slight fever...and terible bloating.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to any guys readng this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD!!! i know i'm not really going through menopause, my mom just laughed at me...but i swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a wonderful day :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95248657?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95248657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95248657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95248657' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95220340</id><published>2003-06-02T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T20:32:02.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alex is home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex is home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX IS HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy he's HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's back for 2 weeks....so wonderfully exciting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy, i forgot about the shittyness of school and some obnoxious people.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my brother :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95220340?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95220340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95220340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95220340' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95174370</id><published>2003-06-01T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T19:55:46.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok:) have fun sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still.....they toy.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95174370?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95174370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95174370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95174370' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95172988</id><published>2003-06-01T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T19:18:34.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....my mom goes to this women's weekend at Omega (this new-agey place in woodstock ny) and she meets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLORIA STENIEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVE ENSELAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy fucking crap!!!! if you dont know...those are two of the most amazing women EVER.....Gloria Steniem is the founder of Ms. magazine and was a leader in the fight for women's rights in the 70s....and Eve Enselar is the founder of the V-DAY foundation which helps to end domestic violence...and also pride women for being WOMEN..AND she wrote the Vagina Monolouges.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aka....two of my IDOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...she had an amazing time, i'm happy for her. she needed this.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she got me eve's and gloria's autographs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES LADIES AND GENTS I HAVE THER AUTOGRAPHS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she talked about me with them, and i get to meet them next year at it(my mom said i can go next year) and they said they "can't wait to meet me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT WOOT!!! SCORE ONE FOR ALEA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the most exciting day of my LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95172988?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95172988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95172988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95172988' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95155282</id><published>2003-06-01T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T08:47:31.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need to learn how to drive uh....right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's imperative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because, if i could drive...i could be eating at Panera's right now...instead of eating an entire bag of microwavable popcorn ...oh wait i JUST DID THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gross..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...my sister just got home and she'll entertain me :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yer to that&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. PEOPLE ARE DOING SOME &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAJOR MAJOR &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;TAUNTING...I WARN YOU...STOP NOW.... heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95155282?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95155282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95155282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95155282' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95140316</id><published>2003-05-31T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T20:46:03.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the met's TOTALLY won!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right, they beat the braves....uh huh...the ATLANTA BRAVES!! and i was there to see it. i love watching baseball games live..what fun. WHAT FUN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heart : andrew smolin, doug, matt,naomi and stefan...because....watching the mets with them was amazingly fun and they're wonderful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also heart (as previously mentioned at some time....) :liz n. and laura (because we made taffy and cried during disney movies...or...i cried....ok. shut up...end of story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MOMMY COMES HOME TOMOROW! :-D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love ya'll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95140316?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95140316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95140316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95140316' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95063491</id><published>2003-05-29T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T20:24:09.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had an asthma attack in school today. when i was alone in the art room during lunch. without my inhaler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot woot for alea!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mommy is so fabulously wonderful..... she got my inhaler for me AND got me out of gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95063491?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95063491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95063491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95063491' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95062470</id><published>2003-05-29T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T19:56:02.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in a perfect world.....there would be no SATS.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;children would sing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and eat cake all day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they liked cake.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one likes the SATS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...fuck them in the ass.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will sing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95062470?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95062470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95062470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95062470' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95017801</id><published>2003-05-28T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T19:37:49.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that 70's show is so funny....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you can't hold a banjo and not be happy!"-bob....donna's dad (with the funny fro....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"even in my country we are not stupid enough to get married in high school...and we eat bugs"-fez...on eric proposing to donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sigh...that 70's show....i laughed...i cried....i saw fez and tried to grab him out of the TV and make sweet love to him....then i cried some more...:o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95017801?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95017801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95017801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95017801' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95009540</id><published>2003-05-28T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T15:47:16.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"the leather hat always beats the baseball hat in evolution...jeez...." -conan o'brian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95009540?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95009540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95009540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95009540' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-95009501</id><published>2003-05-28T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T15:46:05.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just saw kenna on the train!!! i love the onyjekwues (but...i can't spell their last name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND....i got in to ACTeen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot woot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the woman told me like...right after my audition so yippie!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-95009501?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95009501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/95009501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95009501' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94969587</id><published>2003-05-27T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T19:49:12.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ps. WHY DO PEOPLE TAUNT ME GOD DAMMIT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she's fragile, like a delicate flower"-Jesse (kid from film talking about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO DONT FUCKING TOY WITH ME......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sob...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94969587?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94969587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94969587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94969587' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94969547</id><published>2003-05-27T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T19:48:26.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://pixyland.org/peterpan/photo_closeups_pp5.htm &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA LOOK!!!!!!! be sure to check out the rest of the site too...&lt;br /&gt;"You can Fly! &lt;br /&gt;All it takes is trust, and a little bit of pixie dust! &lt;br /&gt;And of course, a digital camera that allows you &lt;br /&gt;as many attempts as you need without &lt;br /&gt;wasting real film helps!"&lt;br /&gt;http://pixyland.org/peterpan/photo_closeups_dd2.htm&lt;br /&gt;...He's 48.&lt;br /&gt;The People Had This To Say:&lt;br /&gt;Miles: "good lord ...what is he doing and why"&lt;br /&gt;Alea: "he's seems like a really fun uncle.... a really...skeevy...fun uncle. ...the kind of uncle that makes you scared a little... but has a good time. *lizzie laughs* ..yes. he will be mine." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sums up a BEAUTIFUL site in the beautiful words of liz...and her blog...and her beauty because i love her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94969547?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94969547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94969547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94969547' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94923156</id><published>2003-05-26T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T20:30:12.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that little girl is so cute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94923156?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94923156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94923156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94923156' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94923144</id><published>2003-05-26T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T20:29:49.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/blackcat000/1044139244_ink_result.jpg" border="0" alt="I see the world in Pink"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pink:&lt;br /&gt;You see the world in bright pink. The world is a&lt;br&gt;happy, happy place! You love all people and&lt;br&gt;things!! Life is great! You're just like a&lt;br&gt;happy child. Spread the cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*this quiz was made by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&lt;br&gt;href="http://www.saradover.com"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Sara&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/blackcat000/quizzes/What%20color%20do%20you%20see%20the%20world%20in%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What color do you see the world in?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94923144?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94923144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94923144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94923144' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94922182</id><published>2003-05-26T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T20:03:03.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my heart has been broken FAR TOO MANY TIMES in one weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAR TOO MANY TIMES..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck....Bruce almighty.....fuck the rest of it! and now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the k-mart boxer boogie guy....MY ONE SAFE HAVEN OF SWEET SWEET LOVE AND RESPECT!......... isn't talking to me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need bon bons and some good soap operas......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's peggy bundy when you need her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94922182?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94922182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94922182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94922182' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94913027</id><published>2003-05-26T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T15:36:04.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>!!! ewwwwwww!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just picked a chunk of skin off of my nose....and NO...it wasn't a pimple (i know better)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just..... A CHUNK OF SKIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck is wrong with me. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look rediculous with a band aid on my nose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94913027?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94913027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94913027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94913027' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94906910</id><published>2003-05-26T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T12:21:40.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up at 11:30 today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i couldn't fall asleep till 6am..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still...11:30 sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.....and liz OH MY GOD!! i've been wanting to get tickets for feild day for a few months now!! beck...beastie boys....i think radio head i mean COME ON!! it's like a feild day of good music!! OH WAIT! IT IS!! THAT'S WHAT ITS CALLED! how DISCUSTINGLY clever!!!!! woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love hairspray, the musical...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need somting to do this  summer!! blargggggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday in 2 1/2 weeks!! woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away we goo!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94906910?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94906910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94906910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94906910' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94902025</id><published>2003-05-26T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T09:46:17.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tell me....why is it that all of liz's absolutly wonderful and perfect guy friends are a)taken   b)gay.....oh yea...because they're PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, some girls say this and are lying, because they're not opening up their horizon's to see all sorts of people.....&lt;br /&gt;that is not the case.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter, less depressing note......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny quotes YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's in drag.....!"-my mom, about Joe...the new guy on Blues Clues (he was little red riding hood people, he was wearing a cape!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below are funny quotes from this guy chef on the Health Station...hes like...a surfer dude accent, with a really built body and funny teeth...but he looooooooves seafood!&lt;br /&gt;"When you flambe you gotta be careful cause you can get blown up real easily"&lt;br /&gt;"When you take the time to truely make a lobster bisque, it's really sensationsal."&lt;br /&gt;"then you take your cous-cous"  (ask me about this one if you really wanna know...his accent when saying "cous-cous" is unbelievable..bwaaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94902025?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94902025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94902025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94902025' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94842622</id><published>2003-05-24T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T17:13:29.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo yo...introducin the newest addition to the Comb Meal rap group........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIDS MEAL!!!!!....or small fry (i  need a choice folks...help me out!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right ladies and gents, our own Alea has joined forces with the one and only C.Toia and the always lovely Russell who are both home from the C-O-L-L-E-G-E yeeerrrrrr.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far we're workin on a remix of the Alladin song "i can show you the world"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;russ came up with a great line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CLOSE YOUR FUCKING EYES BITCH OR I'LLFUCKING KILL YOU" and then toia goe "YEA SON, I STOLE THIS MOTHA FUCKIN CARPET WITH MY CUSTOM ASS RIMS...HELLLL YEA' and then i come out with hoochie shorts on and go "ohh, ohhh,a whole new world" and be the token R&amp;B girl singer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this willfucking rock your socks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94842622?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94842622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94842622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94842622' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94765288</id><published>2003-05-22T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T19:06:56.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damingli85:  you know what I love? &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  what &lt;br /&gt; damingli85:  beef &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh....jason li......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94765288?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94765288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94765288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94765288' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94715794</id><published>2003-05-21T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T19:25:06.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY RUBEN!!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE WON HE WON HE WON!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooooo fucking happy!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS TO MA SEXY SEXY MAN RUBEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94715794?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94715794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94715794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94715794' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94704063</id><published>2003-05-21T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T14:10:05.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah, those consoli's....what a funny group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Poo Poo a Bienvenue!"--laura consoli....when we passed this house with a "Bienvenue" sign on the front door and i commented on the rediculous french hatred in this country now.....heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....isn't it customary for it to ring?"--mike consoli....after he tried using my cell phone and it decided to be ass and not work....gahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94704063?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94704063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94704063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94704063' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94664668</id><published>2003-05-20T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T19:41:28.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You sang your face off"-Randy...to clay on american idol tonight.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny if you picture clay singing and his face dripping off like a melting candle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaaaaahahahahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94664668?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94664668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94664668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94664668' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94610577</id><published>2003-05-19T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T19:04:39.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the aids walk was AMAZING!!!!! congrats to everyone who participated....it was so greatto seeall those people for such a great cause. lots of love to all ya'll!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more depressingnote....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay, cya, sweet dreams"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhh, how people taunt me and toy with my feelings. you'd think that after four years i'd realize how muchthis hurts and get over it.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! NEVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94610577?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94610577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94610577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94610577' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94511017</id><published>2003-05-17T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T13:56:18.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>......does anyone want two really really adorable mice?.....we have to give our exremely cute white mice up because of my allergies and my mom can't stand them...and i dont want to give them to a pet shop because they'll just feed them to the snakes.  please just tell me if you want them!! they're so completely free, and they're white with red eyes and they'r little and soft and friendly and so cute and i love them. they need a good home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94511017?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94511017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94511017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94511017' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94506308</id><published>2003-05-17T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T11:17:17.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so after reading some stuff on the site...i think i definatly agree with my religion match! woah! i always thought that i'd be pretty good match with atype of buddist belief because i strongly believe in reincarnation and karma and all that jazz...except turns out that abortion is geneally considered murder among the buddist teachings...and uh...that's like OPPOSITE COMPLETELY AND FOREVER of what i think. buddism also isn't so quick to accept homosexuality, which is a big no-no in my book.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay neo-pagan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94506308?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94506308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94506308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94506308' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94506131</id><published>2003-05-17T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T11:11:11.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay prom! yay brian baskin! yay liz n! yay miles! YAY EVERYONE! it was fun yo...it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look! it's funny, cause my parents were both roman catholic and that's the LAST match i have on the list...like,that's my least compatibal religion...heh....i'm technicaly Eastern Orthodox...which was third to last.....my top 5 religions (according to this site) are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Neo-Pagan (100%) &lt;br /&gt;2.  Theravada Buddhism (85%) &lt;br /&gt;3.  Mahayana Buddhism (85%)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Unitarian Universalism (83%) &lt;br /&gt;5.  Liberal Quakers (79%)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0 BGCOLOR="#000000" COLOR="#FFFFFF" LINK="#ffcc00" CELLSPACING=2 CELLPADDING=2 WIDTH=150&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://selectsmart.com/RELIGION" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.SelectSmart.com/imagelinks/pagan.jpg" WIDTH=57 HEIGHT=43 BORDER=0 ALIGN=bottom&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#ffcc00"&gt;According to the SelectSmart.com Belief System Selector, my #1 belief match is &lt;B&gt;Neo-Pagan.&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/BR&gt; What do you believe?&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#FFFFFF"&gt; Visit &lt;A HREF="http://www.SelectSmart.com/RELIGION" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;I&gt;SelectSmart.com/RELIGION&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! no wonder i always felt so awkward going to church......&lt;br /&gt;AID WALK TOMOROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94506131?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94506131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94506131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94506131' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94364066</id><published>2003-05-14T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T19:21:12.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on a LIGHTER fucking note........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY QUOTES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---From 7th Heaven---&lt;br /&gt;(after ruthie's army pen pal man died in afganistan.......).....(and the guy's son...alex)&lt;br /&gt;*Ruthie-"What about Alex? He's 5 years od, he's probably never even heard of Afganistan"&lt;br /&gt;*Grandpa-"You're probably right, but he has heard of the United States of America....the country his father died for"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GRANDPA GO GRANDPA GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*"David Hasselhoff always manages to step in piles of turds and turn them into gold"-Michael Ian Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*"My New passion  is subject verb agreement"-Jesse, this kid in my film class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jesse:Alea, i have  confession to tell ou, i had the biggest crush on you in middle school."&lt;br /&gt;Alea:Jesse, you didnt' know me in middle school..."&lt;br /&gt;Jesse:I KNOW.....ugh....whateverrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94364066?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94364066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94364066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94364066' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94363712</id><published>2003-05-14T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T19:14:10.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fucky fucky shit cock sucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats my song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94363712?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94363712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94363712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94363712' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94362605</id><published>2003-05-14T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T18:51:55.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm never acting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can you hate somthing that you love so much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i'm gonna work at an ice cream shop my entire life and live a discustingly un-passionate life alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound like such a whiney shit, i'm sorry....but somtimes realzing that you suck at what you love to do is kinda on your mind so you can't get rid of it......&lt;br /&gt;...you can adopt kids right?cause i'll have to do that so i'm not 100% miserable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THIS SHIT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94362605?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94362605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94362605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94362605' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94349701</id><published>2003-05-14T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T14:06:50.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(entry for may 13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TANA!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!! YAY TURNING 15!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my sister's birthday!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...it was....yesterday on may 13th! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94349701?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94349701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94349701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94349701' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94243431</id><published>2003-05-12T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T20:38:52.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HoleIsHotForMe:  ALEA IS MY&lt;br /&gt;WIFE I LOVE ALEA, YUP&lt;br /&gt;YAY FOR ALEA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god bless liz....for making a barium drinking filled day worthwile......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94243431?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94243431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94243431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94243431' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94176021</id><published>2003-05-11T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T18:43:19.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to move to sweden so fucking bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy lord shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94176021?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94176021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94176021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94176021' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94168964</id><published>2003-05-11T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T15:59:16.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>top 5 songs that remind me of my mommy--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Walking in a Winter Wonderland,...someone sang it....i know itfrom my mommy&lt;br /&gt;2.There She Goes Again, Boo Radleys&lt;br /&gt;3.Hey Jude, The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;4.Big Yellow Taxi, Joni Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;5.What's Love Got to do with it, Tina Turner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my mommy :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tried to make the best of the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94168964?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94168964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94168964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94168964' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94168763</id><published>2003-05-11T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T15:53:54.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mothers day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94168763?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94168763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94168763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94168763' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94154894</id><published>2003-05-11T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T10:01:41.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night.....liz.....dave......jackass.....fake turky sandwhiches...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a we are going to remember...for a veryy...long....time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(rock horror quote.btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD SO MUCH FUN!! i love liz and dave like |---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| much&lt;br /&gt;ok...a lot more then that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94154894?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94154894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94154894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94154894' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94123149</id><published>2003-05-10T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T16:10:30.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holy shit fucking weiner suckers! i'm so ashamed to have (in my previous entry) say that i wanted to see the counting crows live because WHILE THEY ARE great............THEY ARE THE CREATORS OF THAT BLASPHEMY THAT THEY CALL A COVER OF  A SACRED JONI MITCHELL SONG!! yes....my blog reading friends THE COUNTING CROWS did that terrible cover of "Big Yellow Taxi", the classic and beautiful joni mitchell song.i did not know unil about 2 seconds ago when i saw it on their website...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disCUSTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all there is to say...................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94123149?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94123149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94123149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94123149' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94111563</id><published>2003-05-10T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T10:29:59.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so if anyone wants to see Le Tigre may 31st for $15 in asbury park hit me up yo!! i wanna see them like what so if you like em and can spare $15, we'll chat.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also...counting crows in august? wowies! (playing with john mayer....eh....) and ani in july!!! this is a summer full of fabulous concerts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end my non-woman hood depression i need to go see the vagina monolouges. like , tonight...like...right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94111563?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94111563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94111563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94111563' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94089166</id><published>2003-05-09T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T21:00:56.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>real nice my mom is going to some women's retreat where Eve Enselar and Gloria Steinem + a million other amazing women are speaking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not great at all that Eve Enselar and Gloria Steinem are my complete and utter idol's and i worship the land they walk on. and i hve to stay home. apparently menstruation DOESN"T make you a woman (according to my mom, who said i can't come because i'm "not a women, i'm a girl")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad when i get really really upset that i had the chance to meet the woman my world revolves around (mainly Eve Enselar....author Vagina Monolouges, founder V-Day org.) because i am, in fact....NOT A WOMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i were a man then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94089166?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94089166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94089166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94089166' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-94028647</id><published>2003-05-08T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T19:56:03.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>liz n. = the best girl ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-94028647?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94028647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/94028647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94028647' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-93963172</id><published>2003-05-07T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T18:59:16.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just read allie's deadjournal and i'm sorry to inform her (since i'm sure she reads this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I am shia's lady&lt;br /&gt;sorry girl, it's just the way it gots to be.&lt;br /&gt;you know i still love ya, but....i mean...shia and i share the same birthday...that's just FATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i love allie, you know i do...i love the girl to DEATH, she's such a sweetie....and i'd be happy to share shia...if....we weren't already MARRIED (oops!)&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHS!&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a word from shia labeouf (my hubby, and allie's boyfriend, we can share :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: I used to be into skating. I used to be WAY into dirt biking, but I hurt my knee so I had to stop. Plus the show wouldn’t let me dirt bike, but I did anyway. But surfing is cool because the producers and everybody on set surfs, so surfing has become more of an interest rather than dirt biking and skating. Plus, when you sweat or fart when you’re surfing, it’s no big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, so funny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-93963172?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93963172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93963172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93963172' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-93956094</id><published>2003-05-07T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T16:28:19.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so happy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at the allergist today, like every other week.....getting my two-three shots and so i do the usual...peak-flow...shots...go to pay my $5 co pay.. make my new appointment and they said.....I DONT HAVE TO GO BACK FOR A WHOLE MONTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOHOO!!! i dont think anyone understands how happy i am....this is like....the best moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF MY LIFE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckin A....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking A to the EXTREME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-93956094?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93956094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93956094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93956094' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-93888046</id><published>2003-05-06T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T15:03:20.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have 2 very guilty pleasures to fess up to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....ok.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy the music of Andrew W.K. and NSYNC..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i know everyone's probably either laughing at me, making faces of discust, or just dont care at all but PEOPLE! have you ever REALLY  listened to Party Hard?! IT'S A ROCK CLASSIC! haha, every time i hear it i just want to bounce, it's infective. and plus, the guy is attractive. come on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on to bigger and badder things,NSYNC.....i've managed to keep this from most people (baskin...youknow) but was never able to fully dance or take part in singing the lyrics in public. at home, however,  fully indulge in nsync. no...no i do not own any albums....i've downloaded songs. i've tried dropping hints to peopl "wow....that justin song really is catchy....he sure can dance" etc. etc...but no one ever caught on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now it's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stand before you as a liberated woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready to enjoy any genre of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and indulge in public....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know it might not seem like a big deal, but i was afraid people would make fun of me. but no longer. i will love what i love....i yam what i yam....and i confind in you, entire internet community, to confide in my pleasures. thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just for the record, i'm listening to Pop right now........by nsync.....and i'm dancing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one love&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-93888046?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93888046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93888046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93888046' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-93870198</id><published>2003-05-06T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T09:26:26.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.vomit (insert throughout day)&lt;br /&gt;2.debate&lt;br /&gt;3.doctor&lt;br /&gt;4.sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and somehow write a 10 page term paper by tomorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-93870198?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93870198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93870198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93870198' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-93838937</id><published>2003-05-05T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T19:31:18.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my god oh my god oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;below is a conversation i had with a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;it's the ACTUAL guy that danced in the boxers for those K-MART commercials!!!&lt;br /&gt;LORDY LORDY LORDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indulge in pure beauty...and go to his websites! now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  hi! i found your screen name on that ads.com site and just wanted to tell you i love that commercial &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  aw thanks so much &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  haha &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  that means alot to me &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  u should def write &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  customercare@kmart.com &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  oh i will &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  i miss them &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  have u been to aboutvaughn.com &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  or kmartboxers.com &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  is a video game &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  lol &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  haha yea, my friend sent me the links cause she knows i love that dance, haha &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  ooooo, sounds fun &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  my name's alea, nice to meet you &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  same here &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  alea &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  nice to meet u too &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  so what's been up, doing any more acting? &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  yeah &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  here and there &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  and doing  &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  oo yea &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  modelin stuff too &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  i also &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  hosted the march of dimes &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  haha, are you with an agency? &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  oh that's so awesome, congrats &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  walkathon in Detroit &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  i have 4 agents and a manager &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  oh wow &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  i'm trying to get into acting &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  you need that many?! &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  haha &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  i have a  &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  an agent for hosting &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  and tv &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  oh &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  1 4 tv and film work &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  1 4 commercials &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  1 4 modeling &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  i see, that makes sense &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  actually i have 8  &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  haha &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  agencies for modeling &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  around the USA  &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  dif  &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  oh wow &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  markets &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  that's pretty impressive, haha &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  well, do you have any tips for an aspiring actress/ &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  keep acting &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  true &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  that's probably the best advice you could give, haha &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  where do you live? &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  LA &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  do plays at home &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  ohhhh, that's cool &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  were you raised there? &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  Detroit &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  ah &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  so you do a lot of theatre? &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  not ANYMORE &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  I take acting classes &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  u should always take acting classes &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  makes u a better actor &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  oh what studio? &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  and u can learn a lot &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  yea, i try i try, i've been taking them all my life &lt;br /&gt; Kmartboxerboogie:  brb &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  at the point whre it's like, wanna take classes but get actual jobs at the same time &lt;br /&gt; Auto response from Kmartboxerboogie:  VIEW VAUGHN'S TV APPEARANCES&lt;br /&gt;http://www.zeronatural.com/vaughn/vaughn_reel.mpeg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or go to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.aboutvaughn.com &lt;br /&gt; Hecate48:  ok &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still screaming....oi veh&lt;br /&gt;one love&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-93838937?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93838937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93838937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93838937' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-93777539</id><published>2003-05-04T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T20:05:08.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ani difranco is a goddess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evolve&lt;br /&gt;i walk in stride with people&lt;br /&gt;much taller than me&lt;br /&gt;and partly it's the boots but&lt;br /&gt;mostly it's my chi&lt;br /&gt;and i'm becoming transfixed&lt;br /&gt;with nature and my part in it&lt;br /&gt;which i believe just signifies&lt;br /&gt;i'm finally waking up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's this moth outside my kitchen door&lt;br /&gt;she's bonkers for that bare bulb&lt;br /&gt;flying round in circles&lt;br /&gt;bashing in her exoskull&lt;br /&gt;and out in the woods she navigates fine by the moon&lt;br /&gt;but get her around a light bulb and she's doomed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is trying to evolve&lt;br /&gt;she's just trying to evolve &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let's get talking reefer madness&lt;br /&gt;like some arrogant government can't&lt;br /&gt;by any stretch of the imagination&lt;br /&gt;outlaw a plant&lt;br /&gt;yes, their supposed authority over nature&lt;br /&gt;is a dream&lt;br /&gt;c'mon people&lt;br /&gt;we've got to come clean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz they are locking our sons&lt;br /&gt;and our daughters in cages&lt;br /&gt;they are taking by the thousands&lt;br /&gt;our lives from under us&lt;br /&gt;it's a crash course in religious fundamentals&lt;br /&gt;now let's all go to war&lt;br /&gt;get some bang for our buck &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am trying to evolve&lt;br /&gt;i'm just trying to evolve &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gunnin for high score in the land of dreams&lt;br /&gt;morbid bluish-white consumers ogling luminous screens&lt;br /&gt;on the trail of forgetting&lt;br /&gt;cruising without a care&lt;br /&gt;the jet set won't abide by that pesky jet lag&lt;br /&gt;and our lives boil down to an hour or two&lt;br /&gt;when someone pulls a camera out of a bag &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am trying to evolve&lt;br /&gt;i'm just trying to evolve &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i walk like i'm on a mission&lt;br /&gt;cuz that's the way i groove&lt;br /&gt;i got more and more to do&lt;br /&gt;i got less and less to prove&lt;br /&gt;it took me too long to realize&lt;br /&gt;that i don't take good pictures&lt;br /&gt;cuz i have the kind of beauty&lt;br /&gt;that moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-93777539?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93777539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93777539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93777539' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-93768548</id><published>2003-05-04T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T17:02:34.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, so as i sit here writing my ghetto ass term paper for school, i've decided to pull a John Cusack from High Fidelity and make myself a top 5 music list. this will happen more often, because i tend to do them in my head anyway...so why not write them down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 list of songs that make me happy (when dealing with boys and me having no luck with them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nirvana, Drain You (becuase of a certain 4 year loving.....)&lt;br /&gt;2. Extreme, More then Words (because this is every girs dream, dont make fun of me !)&lt;br /&gt;3.NEK, laura non c'e (because...it just does.)&lt;br /&gt;4.REM, it's the end of the world as we know it (becasue of a recent meeting...)&lt;br /&gt;5. Ani DiFranco, not a pretty girl (or any of her songs for that matter....they just put me in a good mood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----runner ups----&lt;br /&gt;6. Black Crows,she talks to angels (it's a great song dude/dudettes....and it's just..yea)&lt;br /&gt;7. any folk music, especially banjo........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess all these songs can make me either really happy when ithink about the guys they make me think about, or just really realy depressed. but whatever....nirvana really does it the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, this isthe last i whine about boys this week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if this was pathetic, kinda had a depressing day ...................entry below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one love sweeties&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-93768548?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93768548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93768548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93768548' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-93734692</id><published>2003-05-03T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T21:48:37.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>may 4th....happy birthday dad.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-93734692?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93734692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93734692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93734692' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-93734659</id><published>2003-05-03T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T21:47:39.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i've decided today that i hate guys. i know i know, this sounds very childish and like"wahhh, i hate boys blahblahblah" ....but i'm dead serious. i hate so many of the things they have power over. like....&lt;br /&gt;1-friendships, girls get so cattyand mean to each other if they like the same guy, it's just really sad. catty people just make me sad in general.&lt;br /&gt;2-lieing-ok, if you dont understand...tell me you dont understand and i'll try to explain it to you. peopl get so pissed off and just straight out MEAN  because they dont ask questions...and tell you that they get it. that's just rude, dont take it out on me because you can't ask a question.&lt;br /&gt;3-stalkers- alright, while girls CAN also be stalkers...i've never had a girl stalker (althogh,once in ohio there was this really intense lesbian trying to convince me i was really gay...) but stalking isn't attractive. it wont make a girlwant to go out with you. it just scares her. &lt;br /&gt;4-they confuse me-way to fucking go man! ya'll always complainin bout how you dont understand girls and shit, but you're just as hard to read and it's annoying when girls do this and when guys...just dont say what's on their mind and expect people to get it. &lt;br /&gt;5-use you to get to your best friend.-well, thats not only really upsetting, but self explanatory. not a fun thing to have happen.&lt;br /&gt;6-have your best friend use you to get to them-ok, basically numbe 1but more extreme. and sad.&lt;br /&gt;7-guys just scare me in general&lt;br /&gt;8-if you dont like them..and they like you, they make you feel completely aweful. like, days without sleep because they put so much fucking guilt on. &lt;br /&gt;9-when they feel they have an opinion about whethe a woman has control over her body, in any way...the way she dresses, who she hangs out with, even to the extreme  of an abortion. it's not YOURS. deal with it.....&lt;br /&gt;9b-when they brag to their friend's about you as if you're an object. fuck you man. &lt;br /&gt;10-that i'm nealy 17 year old...thats' all...and i'm thinking about this. it's aweful. i have more important things to worry about, and this is what ithink about. i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...in conclusion, i refuse to have any sort of relationship with a guy(or a girl..shut up..) until i'm getting married. i'm going to do a mail order groom. that's it.  done and done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the wonderful men in my life left man. the 2 of them. time to go to bed and think about the lonely life i'm about to take on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for this rediculousnes. i just waned to write it somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;much love&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-93734659?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93734659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93734659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93734659' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-93733650</id><published>2003-05-03T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T21:21:10.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>great weekend so far! yerp yerp, friday saw some chill people :o) sat. got a prom dress with my mamma (it's red..very pretty yay!) haha, and sat. night went to mari's sweet 16...yay mari! it was fun, i usually get very uncomfortable at parties but i didn't at this one! yay!!!! haha. now all i have to do it write this 10 page thesis paper and i'll be SET. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of set....liz n. gave me crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one love&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-93733650?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93733650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93733650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93733650' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-93626342</id><published>2003-05-01T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T18:18:46.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FNL WAS SO GOOD! i'm so proud of everyone, and yay for anne, alex and i for being director's next year! that's very very exciting. 2 female directors, watch out fnl. watch the fuck out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i'm so glad i didn't quit, cause i was so close to doing it. and i'm gonna miss seniors, so much. like.  saw laura in the hall today and i was like OHHH! and then i was eating lunch with jack and i was like SIIIGH! i just want to hug them all the time. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh vell, it vill be goot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BROTHER SHAVED HIS BEARD! exciting shit! EXCITING SHIT! he no longer has chin pubes! just...sideburn pubes. heh. yay alex! but he's leaving us soon, for college related shit. :o( i will miss him terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so uh, what am i doing this summer? i have no fucking idea. good thing i DIDN'T get into govenor's school. bah. whatever, if you have any ideas. talk to  me. please. i'm desperate. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-93626342?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93626342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93626342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93626342' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-93329931</id><published>2003-04-26T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T22:24:17.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to be quite honest i feel really aweful about the whole thing...even though hunters dad did say we could come over. ...i should write  her a card....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-93329931?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93329931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93329931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93329931' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-93329421</id><published>2003-04-26T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T22:11:01.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah. the night was younge.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dave and i got kicked out of hunters house. haha. ah, good story. so davey d. and i go to hunters to hang out an eventually go out somwhere and so we're just sitting in his room and his dad comes inlike "ummm....(hunter's stepmom's name here) is trying to sleep and she's getting kinda pissed that youre so loud (we weren't that loud..btw) and so we're like..ok. whatever. we'll tone it down. like...5 minutes later his step-mom comes in like pissed as hell like "ya know hunter, i told you you can't have friends over tonight. i had sinus surgury yesterday and i need to sleep and i'm really pissed. i'm sorry kids, you have to leave right now. you relaly just have to leave. goodbye" and dave and i were like..ohh man i'm sorry i'm sorry! so dave and i go and stand outside as hunter is talkng with his dad about what a jerk his stepmom was (i know t doesn't souund so jerky, but she was just really really mean....) and then we walking around the quarry and then andy came and picked us up. then we eventually picked up dan lange and we went bowling, but wait was like...a zilion years so we went to this diner instead. and i saw my 7th grade math teacher (whom i love to death so....successful evenining!haha, then we basicallyjust drove around a lot until i got dropped off at 12:30. it was fun. and i got to see dave :-D i misshim so much so to see him is like...highlight of the night! haha. and now i'm home...and...i have to go to the bathroom. adieu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-93329421?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93329421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93329421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93329421' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-93314039</id><published>2003-04-26T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T15:10:55.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.....in fact....i'm gonna go get pregnant right now. be back in a few&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-93314039?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93314039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93314039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93314039' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-93313998</id><published>2003-04-26T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T15:09:47.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BABY CARLO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maria had her baby!! please rejoice at the arrival of Carlo Henry Glasser!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh my god he' so cute andhis tiney feet and oh my god! i was with him all day (sat.) and ohhhhh!! poor kid though, the briss is tomorow ......if you dont know what happens at a briss...well, he's jewish, he's a boy......(they nip the tip!) but he'll be ok after a few days. YOU DONT UNDERSATND HOW BEAUTIFUL HE IS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to be a mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-93313998?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93313998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93313998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93313998' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-93275806</id><published>2003-04-25T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T19:53:04.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh oh ohio!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! ohh what a lovely week! after pittsford NY (see entry below, heh) we went to ohio to see my BROTHER! ALEX!! ahhh! he goes to school there and i miss him and love him and it was soooooo great to seee him!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-93275806?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93275806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93275806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93275806' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-93013063</id><published>2003-04-21T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T17:19:20.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah...Pittsford NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the home of my darling Aunt and Uncle. and many many COWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grarrrrrr!!! haha. it's been interesting, we came up sat. for my aunt's birthday, stayed for easter and today(monday) and we're leaving for ohio tomorow. Today was cool though.We visited Ithaca. What a fanstastic school! seriously. it's really really great. the theatre is GORGEOUS. i cant wait for college. def. applying there. mos def. and then we went to Seneca Falls. for those who are unfortunate enough to not know what Seneca Falls IS...well, it's the birthplace of the women's rights movement. that's what it is! it's in NY state, where i am so happily situated right now, and let me tell you. it's an AMAZING place!! it really really is. AND....i just ate some really yummmy potatoes for dinner..MMMMMM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorow we're off to ohio to see my BROTHER!! YAY ALEX! ahh i miss him so much!! yes.so tomorow we're driving to clevland (about 3 hours) and going to the Rock and Roll hall of fame (ok mom. heh.) which is featuring U2(heh.......)..... and then we're driving 3 more hours to YELLOWSPRINGS OHIO!!! FOR ALEX !!!! WOOO!!!! and then friday morning we leave early, for the 14 hour drive home. YES! at least this time i remembered more cd's then my Paul Simon, Ani DiFranco, and a crappy mix. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIA HAD HER BABY!! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! congrats to her!!! may everyone please welcome into this world CARLO GLASSER!!!! what a beatiful baby boy....yes...welcome into this...wonderful world....may god save his soul. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to sound religious, just being snyde about how people make me so sad somtimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the brighter note, saw regis and kelly this morning and let me tell you, kelly looks fabulous!! i mean she always was pretty, but her dress this morning really did just top it off. go kelly. you go girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must depart, my uncle needs his computer, and i need to go try to amuse myself. perhaps some reading? perhaps. maybe my mom will take my out driving some more.. woot woot! driving aint's that bad when everything around you is either cows or trees. way i see it if even if i hit somthing, we can either make a nice fire or a hamburger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a bad vegetarian i am. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell my darlings-have a fantastic week. i'll get in touch when i get back from cow country. heh.&lt;br /&gt;much love&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;br /&gt;ps. yay fnl!! the show is Wed. April 30th! everyone come and see!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-93013063?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93013063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/93013063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93013063' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-92885923</id><published>2003-04-19T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T06:12:07.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh what a weekend full of wonderfulness!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, laura and i drove to the garden state plaza mall. wootwoot! it's so cool that she has her license. we can just like. go places and shit. gah, it was so cool. and i got new rainbows...yay raibows!!&lt;br /&gt;friday night laura, claire, suzy, dan and i went into NYC to see the Everclear concert...but..we never made it there. so, instead we saw this group at the Uprght Citizen's Brigade. WOWIE! WERE THEY FUNNY!!! i laughed till i cried. an i cried a whoe damn lot!! and it was just with such unbelievably fabuous people. yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now we're about to drive to rochester ny to see my aunt and uncle and cousins (a good 7 hour drive for my mom at least) and then in afew more days we drive to ohio to see my BROTHER! (another...good....6 hour drive from rochester i think) (yes!) ahhhh, so happy to see my brother. SO SO HAPPY!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone's vacation is just as wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;although, you dont get to see my brother. :-D&lt;br /&gt;much love!&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-92885923?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92885923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92885923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92885923' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-92689279</id><published>2003-04-15T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T19:31:45.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuckin a brian baskin. fuckin a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prom it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-92689279?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92689279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92689279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92689279' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-92619007</id><published>2003-04-14T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T18:16:54.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suzy is so sweet. we had a PICNIC on saturday night! how fun is that!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this truely was a WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE(kend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW ANI DIFRANCO CD IS THE BEST THING EVER. i remember when i used to get this excited about phish cd's, i kinda still do but DAMN. i love ani difranco. i love her i love her i love her. her new cd is AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, so much love. i need to listen to her cd.&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;br /&gt;ps. why the phish reference? i confuse me&lt;br /&gt;pps. 83 degrees tomorow. what's up with that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-92619007?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92619007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92619007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92619007' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-92535773</id><published>2003-04-13T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T11:35:39.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>posting that made me realize how discustingly sexy those people are. damn son. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-92535773?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92535773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92535773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92535773' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-92535729</id><published>2003-04-13T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T11:36:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a newely updated boyfriend list. (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;please, indulge yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Michael Showalter&lt;br /&gt;-Adrien Brody&lt;br /&gt;-Zac Hanson(an old favorite)&lt;br /&gt;-Jamie Bell (actually my husband, but who's counting)&lt;br /&gt;-Ben Curtis (steve the dell guy, he's one of my top 3)&lt;br /&gt;-Tim Meadows&lt;br /&gt;-Donnie and Marie Osmond&lt;br /&gt;-William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;-Alaadin&lt;br /&gt;-Richard Dawson (think...classic family feud)&lt;br /&gt;-Wilmer Valderrma (fez...)&lt;br /&gt;-Hal Klien (this guy i was in a play with 2 years ago)&lt;br /&gt;-Jason Mewes (jay)&lt;br /&gt;-Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;-Liam Lynch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people who i am extremely attracted to because of their sexy sexy voice:&lt;br /&gt;-Kurt Cobain&lt;br /&gt;-Brad  (from sublime)&lt;br /&gt;-Alaadin&lt;br /&gt;-Jonny Rezniek (googoo dolls)&lt;br /&gt;-Shannon (sing, blind melon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was imperative that you all knew that, and now you do. (notice alaadin on there twice, meow) ANYWHO. if i think of anyone else, i'll add them on. dont worry. &lt;br /&gt;ps. mind you, these are only people i have ABSOLUTLY no chance of ever MEETING let alone have sexual relations with. plus, a good number of them are deceased. i have other boyfriends that i actually know, but aren't really my boyfriend. it would be embaressing to post them up, cause then they'd know. Alaadin will never know, mwuahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go be a dork.&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-92535729?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92535729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92535729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92535729' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-92515344</id><published>2003-04-12T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T21:30:38.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i forgot how much snot you can store up in your head&lt;br /&gt;damn son.&lt;br /&gt;save some for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also forgot how your snot can change from a healthy clear glow, to a flouresant ill yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-92515344?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92515344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92515344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92515344' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-92469589</id><published>2003-04-11T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T21:50:32.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sadaam Hussein was bad, but what the American's have come in and done is even worse." -quote from an iraqi civilian, NPR news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPERATION IRAQI FREEDOM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa*smashes beer can against head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, i'm no longer american. i'm sicilian. i could be almost anything else, just dont call me an american. what an ugly title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-92469589?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92469589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92469589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92469589' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-92469302</id><published>2003-04-11T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T21:43:38.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh what a night! mind you, this was not the night of late december back in '63, although it was a very special time for me. there was no lady, but OH what a night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4 seasons reference! shwing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so babysitting is sexy, i love kids, but not like that. i shouldn't use sexy when writing about kids. kinda gross...much?yea, sorry.  um, aaron is the kid i babysit every friday and he's ADORABLE like, cutest EVER, i heart him! nothing that interesting happened in school today, except...sat 3 rows in front of...mmmm :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, so after babysitting i got to hang out with MATT HARRIS! my husband, obviously. his g/f was busy, so his wifey got to see him! yay! i love him so much. we ate at jplees, and on the the walk home, we stop at the center for the "show" going on, (cause last week somone tried to break into the gallery, and i wanted to put up another sign and then KICK SOME ASS) and i saw....DAVE!!! dave is numero uno. the best. absolutly fantabulous! he sang again, and i cheered. we have plans to see def poetry jam. SWEET! time with dave is time well spent. he's the sweetest ever.&lt;br /&gt;then i saw evan!! woohoo! night of seeing cool people! i got to go to evan's house for a bit(literally like, a half hour, heh) and then my mum picked me up. but evan is so great! i'm so happy i got to see him, we listened to good music and looked at my infected belly button (i picked at it too much, i know...gross, dont hate me...) it's very painful, but quite interesting. plus, i've done it before.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then claire and i did some MAJOR  text messaging for a bit (woah, having a cell phone is pretty cool...i just got it and damn son....who ever knew?) and on monday i get to see gypsy with her and her mum, yaaaay! haha, such an exciting night...but...my stomach hurts like a mother fucker. oh well, you win some...you loose some...organs.....GAR! it feels like my stomach is eating itself. fuck me in the goatass! oh yes, well, time for bed!! &lt;br /&gt;hopefully gonna have a fun weeeeeeeekend! (isang that, it sounds cooler in person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love!!!&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-92469302?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92469302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92469302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92469302' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-92328693</id><published>2003-04-09T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T18:38:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. i actually have interesting shit to write about. what a new thing for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first order of business--i almost died yesterday. well, i thought i was going to at least. so i couldn't sleep at like..3 am cause i have tummy pains like 24/7 and they were really really bad. so i was takin some of the allmighty Nyquil (god bless it's heart) and i took a big gulp to get it down fast cause them shits be narsty. and i accidentally gulp down a whole lot of air apparently. and i couldn't breath! for like, 20 seconds, skirry shit yo! i thought i was having an allergic reaction to the nyquil and that my asthma was acting up (only a true dork worries about this shit when taking nyquil heh) i ended up breathing after throwing up most of the nyquil but DAMN SON! that was so scary. i was shaking for like, a day after. ugh, anyway good end to this story. i fell asleep at like 4am and got to sleep in until 11 (the latest i've EVER slept) because the nyquil never wore off. then i went to school and like, dont remember a thing cause i was so drugged up. so fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next on the platter:&lt;br /&gt;today was the day of silence at my school!!! it was so exciting. being the co-president of spectrum, (the gay straight alliance at my school) stephane(the other pres.) and i had to organize it all. it was CRAZY! so, if you dont know what the day of silence is, here's a letter i wrote to all the teachers to inform them. hopfully you'll be informed too. it's just ugh, so amazing. i'm so happy it went so well. here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Teachers,&lt;br /&gt;	As some of you may already know, April 9th, today, is the national Day of Silence Project. The Day of Silence Project is a day when all participants are silent in respect for the gay/lesbian/bisexual/and transgender teens who have been “silenced” though the years. Many of these cases end in suicide, and the day is put aside every year as a tribute to their case. &lt;br /&gt;	With the approval from Ms.Pollack, the Spectrum club is sponsoring Columbia’s very own Day of Silence. As said before, this is done all over the country, so to take part in such a project is very exciting and a great opportunity for many Columbia students to exercise their freedom of speech. This year, we have white t-shirts made up with the official Day of Silence logo on it, with the writing “What will YOU do?” written under it. This will make it easy for teachers and staff to quickly spot anyone taking part in this project, and not just trying to get out of doing class work. This day is not for students to not do work. If they have a presentation or speech scheduled to be presented today, and it cannot be changed, they must do it. However, we would all appreciate your co-operation, and ask you to not call on them during class to answer oral questions or give them a hard time. We know this may disrupt your schedule, but you must try to understand that these students are taking part in a very commendable activity…kids can barely keep quiet for one class period, let alone a whole day. And the cause we are fighting for is a worthy one, to end discrimination against people of all ages, based on their sexuality. Our fight for equal rights must continue, and it starts right here at Columbia High School.	&lt;br /&gt;	Below is the paragraph printed on a card each student participating has received, in case someone is un-aware of what the Day of Silence Project exactly is.This has been copied from the official Day of Silence Website, so other participants all over the country will be using the same card. To help you, as teachers and staff better understand the reasons, we highly suggest that you read the excerpt below:&lt;br /&gt;	"Please understand my reasons for not speaking today. I am participating in the Day of Silence, a national youth movement protesting the silence faced by lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender people and their allies. My deliberate silence echoes that silence, which is caused by harassment, prejudice, and discrimination. I believe that ending the silence is the first step toward fighting these injustices. Think about the voices you are not hearing today. What are you going to do to end the silence?”&lt;br /&gt;	Thank you so much in advance for your co-operation today. This means a great deal to us, and to other participants all over the country. While the day may create some disturbances, all the students are expected to make up any work that could not be completed for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;Please, especially with current affairs the way they are, understand the dire need for equality. Not only between races and gender, but also between sexualities. Everybody loves, everybody hurts, and everybody feels happiness and pain. We are all equal when we get down to skin and bones, and everyone is this world must be treated with the same respect and love.&lt;br /&gt;	Thank you for making this day work, and making Columbia High School such a special school&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Stephane Magliore, Co-President, Spectrum 		Alea Pierro, Co-President, Spectrum&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Reyes, Advisor, Spectrum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, that's what happened. it was so cool. we had shirts made and they were HOTT. almost everyone co-operated and i'm so happy with nearly everyone at CHS right now. for once, hehe. but seriously for anyone who participated, thank you SO MUCH. you guys are AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally--&lt;br /&gt;BRIAN BASKIN!! ok, so i'm at FNL and of course...waiting for it to END END END. and i'm gonna end up having to walk home and shit and like, i'm sick i really dont want to. and all of a sudden baskin and amy appear at the door to the black box!! i was like JESUS TAPDANCING CHRIST!! it was so fuckin cool. like, i dont think they or anyone knows how amazing it made me feel that they came and baskin drove us home and we hung out and it just made my day SO GOOD. i just felt so loved, which is not somthing FNL does at all (especialy when a specific someone basically cursed at me today, whatever) i dunno. just seeing them just like..surprise!! it was the best feeling ever. thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now it's time to go watch Dead Man with my mom(i will marry jonny depp, just you wait) good fuckin movie...AND...jonny depp is an amazing actor. what i'd give to work with him. oi veh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a wonderful night everyone..&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU LIZ-A!&lt;br /&gt;(my prom date)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:o)&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-92328693?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92328693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92328693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92328693' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-92189787</id><published>2003-04-07T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T18:52:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm going to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, snow days rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the life of alea pierro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-92189787?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92189787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92189787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92189787' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-92176734</id><published>2003-04-07T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T14:59:36.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY BASKIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yert to you for getting your driver's license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-92176734?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92176734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92176734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92176734' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-92112576</id><published>2003-04-06T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T16:45:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>!!!!!!!!!yes!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found my adam sandler CD's!!&lt;br /&gt;sweet lord! you dont even know how happy i am right now. like. i've been looking for them for like...a YEAR....it's been so rough without my adam...and now i can once again fall asleep to such classis as Lunchlady Land ad The Longest pee...and..red hooded sweatshirt!! by far one of my favorites. in honor of such a joyous occasion on my part. ... the lyrics to red hooded sweatshirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red Hooded Sweatshirt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By my husband, Adam Sandler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, these days, with all the violence and fighting and hatred in the world, and tomorrow being valentines day, &lt;br /&gt;I thought why not sing a song about the purest nicest thing in the world, my red hooded sweatshirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought you when I was just 13..the brightest red hooded sweatshirt I’d ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;She got an extra large so I wouldn’t grow out “that’s too big for you” the other children would shout.&lt;br /&gt;But we stuck together, we wouldn’t quit, and now all the children say “what a perfect fit” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;Red hooded sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;Dipdipdip&lt;br /&gt;Sweatshirt!&lt;br /&gt;Shabalabadingdong&lt;br /&gt;Sweatshirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to rest my hands in your kangaroo pouch, they make them feel comfy like a big soft couch.&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t care if the weathers not good I say “see ya later rain” as I pull up my hood.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that long bus trip when I needed  a nap.i used you as a pillow on that Spanish lady’s lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you sweatshirt!&lt;br /&gt;Red hooded sweatshirt!&lt;br /&gt;Dipdipdip&lt;br /&gt;Sweatshirt!&lt;br /&gt;Shabalabadingdong&lt;br /&gt;Sweatshirt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh, what is it about you, that makes me so jolly. Is it your 50 cotton…or your 50 poly?&lt;br /&gt; I don’t knoooooooooooooooow! Ooo ooo ooooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(speaks in john travolta voice) oh red hooded sweatshirt. We’ve been through a lot together. &lt;br /&gt;Like the time I played in that shirts and skins basketball game.&lt;br /&gt;and I had to take you off and throw you in the corner of the gym.&lt;br /&gt; I was midway through the game and then I saw you looking at me. &lt;br /&gt;You were staring, as if to say adam…you suck at basketball. &lt;br /&gt;You dribble like a damn woman. I was so mad I challenged you to a game of one on one.&lt;br /&gt; And ya know sweatshirt, even though I beat you 11-9, &lt;br /&gt;deep in my soul I know you missed those last ones on purpose.and that’s why I …….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you sweatshirt!&lt;br /&gt;Red hooded sweatshirt!&lt;br /&gt;Dipdipdip&lt;br /&gt;Sweatshirt!&lt;br /&gt;Shabalabadingdong…..sweeeeeaaaaaattttshiiirrtttt!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---mind you, i did all of that from memory...shwing!!! ah the completion of another joyous day. time to go vomit. my stomach hurts.&lt;br /&gt;much love&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-92112576?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92112576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92112576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92112576' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-92077098</id><published>2003-04-05T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T06:58:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my goodness! what a positivly wonderful evening!! i really really must say that brian baskin has a great group of friends. i went to his 17th birthday party tonight and got to meet all his cool friends. i was really nervous cause like, i didn't know anyone (cept annie and greg and baskin and amy) but oh man! they were SOOOOOO nice. and his friend dave is a really good story teller,i must say. simply captivating. and everyone was just so nice. i really can't get over it. he's so lucky tohave all those wonderful people! and i could tell brian was having fun, so that's good too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ok, enough....baskin's gonna read this and think im some like, gross stalker who's gonna follow his friends home and steal their used bath towels or somthing which....of course....i wouldn't.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shifty eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho. went to IHOP this morning with shamira and her mom.what a good time. they're both so great. haha, andi had great food at IHOP....oh yes.......if this is the international house of pancakes.....why can't i eat the walls?? hah, homer simpson. what a vixen. (even though...he is not a female fox....i just heart that word times a million)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so what the fuck? loose an hour of sleep?ialready get like...5 houres a night...at most....gahhhhhh, fuck me in the goat ass that's aweful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really must go...i need to sleep and dream and.....but first...i must go to the bathroom. damn, i gotta pee.&lt;br /&gt;night darlings.&lt;br /&gt;give a hug!&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-92077098?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92077098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/92077098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92077098' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-91957005</id><published>2003-04-03T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T19:34:09.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck me in the goat ass my stomach hurts....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-91957005?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/91957005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/91957005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91957005' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5026792.post-91948873</id><published>2003-04-03T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T17:00:57.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear oh dear.!as we all know, i'm very very against this war in iraq....i'll do anything i can to prevent it from escalating...stand in the rain for hours, get arrested, whatever man, it just really upsets me. being part of the "protest ring" is the only thing i can think of doing. apparently...somone else thought of somthing else. while i will probably not participate in this specific protest, just because.......&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my friend brian in oregon....i now have a link to the most innovative protest EVER.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at...   http://www.masturbateforpeace.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, it's just so funny!!! here are the site's top 10 reasons to .....&lt;br /&gt; Masturbate for Peace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. It's too cold to go outside and demonstrate&lt;br /&gt;9. If I go blind they can't draft me&lt;br /&gt;8. The walls need painting white anyway&lt;br /&gt;7. This is my weapon...this is my gun...this one's for shootin....oh, never mind. &lt;br /&gt;6. If you want it done right you have to do it yourself&lt;br /&gt;5. All the lube will give me a baby-soft dork&lt;br /&gt;4. It may be the only "peace" I'll be getting for a while&lt;br /&gt;3. If I use my left hand, it feels like someone else has joined my cause&lt;br /&gt;2. What else am I going to do with the 80 GB of porn on my PC?&lt;br /&gt;1. Because I can't give myself a peace blowjob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny? yes, i thought so....here are some samples of my fav. bumper stickers they have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You Can't Beat Off with Nuclear Arms &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-War's for squares, play downstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cream your khakis, not Iraqis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Side with France, reach down your pants &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My bush doesn't declare war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I cum in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and that, my friends, are just a few of the funny. so good!! i'm sorry if anyone got horribly offended but WOW...that is REALLY FUNNY! and now when people whack off and feel guilty or somthing, they have a good reason! they'll be saving human kind! god bless them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to other news....wait...there is no other news...i hate school, but that's not new. oh vell.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...kinda looks like a model.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go.&lt;br /&gt;give a hug--&lt;br /&gt;alea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5026792-91948873?l=olear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/91948873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5026792/posts/default/91948873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olear.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91948873' title=''/><author><name>alea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12669370777744493350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
