<?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-5539700</id><updated>2011-08-25T09:14:25.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog will suck</title><subtitle type='html'>Despite what the name may imply, there is NO SEX OR SUCKING IN THIS BLOG!! Those of you who wandered upon this site while looking for porn, there is none here. Feel free to visit again at a time when you're not in the mood for porn.
Merely a place to post a few fanfics I've written (no profit shall be made from these creations, as I do not own the characters, places or major concepts therein), links to sites I enjoy and mindless drivell pertaining to this sad, sorry state which I call my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-113799145941562086</id><published>2006-01-22T22:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T22:44:19.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Topic:Oh, the dilema, the dilema   Trust politics to make me start posting again. Evil, evil politics. Tomorrow, I must go to vote and help decide the (sorry) fate of my country for the next four (or possibly less, if we get a minority government) years. It's too much... I don't know if I can handle the responsibility. What if I vote for the wrong party? Oh, the stress, the tension.   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/113799145941562086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=113799145941562086' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/113799145941562086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/113799145941562086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2006/01/todays-topic-oh-dilema-dilema-trust.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-113297623613669838</id><published>2005-11-25T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T21:37:16.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Land of Twilight and SolitudeYou are the solitary member of the Land of Twilightand Solitude. Although you are intelligent, youare troubled. You seem to fight againstyourself. You are isolated in your world and noone can seem to reach you. Your lonely word ispeaceful and serine. What is the mystical land of your birth? {13 results with gorgeous anime pics}  brought to you by QuizillaUgh... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/113297623613669838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=113297623613669838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/113297623613669838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/113297623613669838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/11/land-of-twilight-and-solitude-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-113142112546811751</id><published>2005-11-07T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:38:45.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>English GeniusYou scored 85% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 86% Advanced, and 80% Expert! You did so extremely well, even I can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go! Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/113142112546811751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=113142112546811751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/113142112546811751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/113142112546811751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/11/english-geniusyou-scored-85-beginner.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-113037036673690247</id><published>2005-10-26T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T21:06:55.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow... I really suck. I'm not a good canadian 'cause I don't know fricken' sports stuff. Sue me.Pretty CanadianYou scored 71 Canada speak and 75 Canadianess! You know a lot about us. You probably know someone who owns a Ski-Doo up at their cottage.  My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:You scored higher than 30% on Canada speakYou scored higher than 28%</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/113037036673690247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=113037036673690247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/113037036673690247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/113037036673690247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/10/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-112960396016746119</id><published>2005-10-17T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T22:02:13.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You fit in with:AgnosticismYour ideals mostly resemble those of an Agnostic.  You are fairly ambivalent towards any religion or spiritual connection.  You lead a very busy life and find that religion and spirituality are unnecessary to your life.60% scientific.20% reason-oriented.Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.comWell, not really a shocker here; I already knew I was agnostic. On another note, um...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/112960396016746119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=112960396016746119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/112960396016746119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/112960396016746119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-fit-in-withagnosticism-your-ideals.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-112873500113622942</id><published>2005-10-07T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T20:42:49.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I guess someone should support Lynnsey. But then again, that may only encourage her. Oh, whatever shall I do? On that note... this will be a long-ass list. Damn.Rules: Bold the following that are true about you, italicize things you wish were true, add 1+ true thing(s) about you, and then tag five more people. * I don't know if I'm more afraid of failure or success.* I have been vaccinated </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/112873500113622942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=112873500113622942' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/112873500113622942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/112873500113622942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-i-guess-someone-should-support.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-112777346372161415</id><published>2005-09-26T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T17:24:23.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And, oh yeah...ARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! No, I'm not getting into the mood of International Talk like a Pirate Day almost 10 days late, I'm pissed that I MISSED IT!! I mean, my kiddies were even doing a research project on pirates, and I SAW in their Google results that International Talk like a Pirate Day was on September 19th and thought "Wow, cool! You really DO learn pertinant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/112777346372161415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=112777346372161415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/112777346372161415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/112777346372161415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-112777166023868082</id><published>2005-09-26T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T16:54:20.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No. Just... no. Nuh-uh. Nothing doing.Your Blog Should Be OrangeYour writing has a star quality - it's charming, bold, and flamboyant.You write what's on your mind, without fear of embarrassment later.You are one of the most honest bloggers around, and people appreciate your daring persona.What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?THE HELL?!?! I don't want orange, people. I want black. Give me a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/112777166023868082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=112777166023868082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/112777166023868082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/112777166023868082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/09/no.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-112656377691156176</id><published>2005-09-12T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T17:22:56.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realise that, as of yet, I have not given any explination for my previous, profanity-filled post. Yay alliteration!! I had prepared a huge post. Mainly quizes and responses to the results, true, but still time-consuming. Then it went bye-bye. I was v. upset and did not feel like redoing it. Deal.Have I anything to report? I should, to be sure. But I've been lazy as of late, and have not had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/112656377691156176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=112656377691156176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/112656377691156176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/112656377691156176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-realise-that-as-of-yet-i-have-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-112502300851435523</id><published>2005-08-25T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T21:23:28.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In a Past Life...You Were: A Lazy Chief.Where You Lived: France.How You Died: Hung for treason.Who Were You In a Past Life?.........I shall explain this later...FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!11!!!11ONEONEONEONEFUCKFUCKITY GOD DAMMIT!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/112502300851435523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=112502300851435523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/112502300851435523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/112502300851435523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-past-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-112450337960908045</id><published>2005-08-19T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T21:02:59.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Harry Potter Personality Quiz by Pirate Monkeys Inc.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/112450337960908045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=112450337960908045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/112450337960908045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/112450337960908045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/08/harry-potter-personality-quiz-by_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-112450277693030191</id><published>2005-08-19T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T20:53:26.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More EmotionalYou have:55% SCIENTIFIC INTUITION and62% EMOTIONAL INTUITION The graph on the right represents your place in Intuition 2-Space. As you can see, you scored above average on emotional intuition and about average on scientific intuition.Keep in mind that very few people score high on both! In effect, you can compare your two intuition scores with each other to learn what kind of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/112450277693030191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=112450277693030191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/112450277693030191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/112450277693030191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/08/more-emotional-you-have55-scientific.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-112234691970911691</id><published>2005-07-25T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:01:59.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Topic: AHAHAHAHAHA!! THIS explains EVERYTHING!!Space must have one of these thingies. The bastards.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/112234691970911691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=112234691970911691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/112234691970911691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/112234691970911691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/07/todays-topic-ahahahahaha-this-explains.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-111851967875954621</id><published>2005-06-11T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T14:54:38.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's topic: Ambigious fish pancakesYes, you read right. I went out for sushi with Jen yesterday, just the two of us spending some time together before I left for Europe. We felt like trying new stuff yesterday, like seaweed salad (I don't remember the exact termes for this stuff), various different types of sushi (tuna salad roll, bbq eel roll, etc). There was also this other thing we tried. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111851967875954621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=111851967875954621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111851967875954621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111851967875954621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/06/todays-topic-ambigious-fish-pancakes.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-111809831109747219</id><published>2005-06-06T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T17:51:51.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's topic: Sorry, I haven't posted in a whileActually, I'm not really sorry. The voices in my head make me say I'm sorry. And they're not really sorry either.I digress. The real reason I'm posting is about my trip... which happened long ago on May long weekend.Once upon a time, we went to Minneapolis. The end.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111809831109747219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=111809831109747219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111809831109747219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111809831109747219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/06/todays-topic-sorry-i-havent-posted-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-111593028784341769</id><published>2005-05-12T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T16:59:27.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's topic: The thing I wanted to post yesterdayIf I hadn't been too busy and lazy to post yesterday, the topic would have been something like this...Yesterday's intended topic: And yet, why don't I feel regret? *tear*You see, I had recently ranted about how I would regret going to the gym on Tuesday. I was certain that I'd wake up today with sore muscles and very much pain. But, much to my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111593028784341769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=111593028784341769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111593028784341769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111593028784341769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/05/todays-topic-thing-i-wanted-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-111576039970131448</id><published>2005-05-10T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T16:28:06.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oooh... on another note.. there's something I really don't understand. This post has a tiny spoiler for Meet the Fockers, so if you haven't seen it and don't want to be spoiled in the least bit, stop reading. I mean it. Now!!Well, anyways, I saw this first on an episode of Crossing Jordan and in the movie Meet the Fockers.  Someone got drugged and the person drugging them said "Don't worry, you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111576039970131448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=111576039970131448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111576039970131448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111576039970131448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/05/oooh.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-111575865776410479</id><published>2005-05-10T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T16:19:34.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Topic: Q: What do exercise, drinking binges and having sex with a stranger you just picked up at the bar have in common?A: They all feel good at the time, but you regret it the morning after. Well, perhaps not the sex, 'cause its always possible that the stranger you picked up could be a really lousy lay.Out of the three, I honestly think the exercise is the worst to deal with. With the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111575865776410479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=111575865776410479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111575865776410479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111575865776410479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/05/todays-topic-q-what-do-exercise.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-111550870667959130</id><published>2005-05-07T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T18:31:46.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Topic #1 : I am NOT Martha Stewart...It's just too much freaking work!!Seriously... it really is. Especially when it comes to cooking. I knew there was a reason I hated to cook. First you have to buy the stuff, then you have to make it, then you have to eat it, then you have to clean EVERYTHING up. While I like the eating part... the rest of it is just a bitch to do.Take yesterday, for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111550870667959130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=111550870667959130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111550870667959130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111550870667959130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/05/todays-topic-1-i-am-not-martha-stewart.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-111480161421359833</id><published>2005-04-29T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T14:06:54.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's topic: I love changing my hair colour...I just like seeing people's reactions. Like yesterday when I went to Collège to pick up homework. A couple of my teachers saw me through their office door. One of them let out a little scream of shock. It was amusing. The other one stepped out of the office to see my hair. She said it looked different for summer and that it was nice. The other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111480161421359833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=111480161421359833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111480161421359833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111480161421359833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/todays-topic-i-love-changing-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-111466174183569824</id><published>2005-04-27T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T23:16:31.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's topic: Sing the praises of hair!!My hair is coloured now... no longer the yellow bleached blonde. It is now.........Heh. I'm not telling you. You have to come see it. BUAH!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!At any rate, thank you to Jen for helping me with my new dye job. She's my only friend who knows what colour my hair is.Also, went out to celebrate her birthday. And me with my crappy bleached hair. We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111466174183569824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=111466174183569824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111466174183569824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111466174183569824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/todays-topic-sing-praises-of-hair-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-111458195784151761</id><published>2005-04-27T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T01:05:57.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think my brother may be on crack...Seriously, this kid is hilarious. We don't see him much and he doesn't talk too much (typical 20 year old male), but God, when he gets going on something...I hate being alone at night... I really do. I am a paranoid, nervous person. I need to have the lights on and I have a hard time getting to sleep unless I know someone's home. Tonight, my brother gets home </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111458195784151761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=111458195784151761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111458195784151761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111458195784151761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-think-my-brother-may-be-on-crack.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-111455210852014551</id><published>2005-04-26T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T16:48:28.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Topic: Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time...Yeah... and so did bobbing for pirahanas with a pork chop tied around my neck. *sigh* *hangs head in shame*I had organised a moderate-sized spa party to help people unwind after exams and what-not. Since I've been done for almost a week, I'm pretty much un-winded. For this party, though, I decided that I wanted to cook. BAAAAAAAAAAAD </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111455210852014551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=111455210852014551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111455210852014551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111455210852014551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/todays-topic-well-it-seemed-like-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-111432615228856214</id><published>2005-04-24T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T18:16:54.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rin's story was once here, but I moved it. Evil me, I won't tell you where it is. Okay, okay. It's here. You're lucky I'm nice.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111432615228856214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=111432615228856214' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111432615228856214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111432615228856214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/rins-story-was-once-here-but-i-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-111396081389151290</id><published>2005-04-19T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T20:33:33.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A very "special" dictionary. by lily22Look up:Definition:The crime of using too much black nail polish.Quiz created with MemeGen!How true. I really am.A very "special" dictionary. by lily22Look up:Definition:The repetition of a single letter, word, or punctuation mark, as in, "EEEEEEEEEVIL!" or "I AM GOING TO KILL YOU WITH A RUSTY WOODEN SPOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!", often accompanied by capital letters </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111396081389151290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=111396081389151290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111396081389151290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111396081389151290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/very-special-dictionary.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-111359988185668685</id><published>2005-04-15T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T16:18:25.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's topic: Sigh...I'd be free from school if I wasn't such a horrible procrastinater. But I am. Damn, I wish I had waited a week to get hooked on Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Damn damn damn damn damn. Of course, it took very little to get me hooked. Saw the movie trailer, thought it was neat, instantly decided that I HAD to have the first book, look up the movie site and find fanfics etc</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111359988185668685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=111359988185668685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111359988185668685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111359988185668685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/todays-topic-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-111316354414802240</id><published>2005-04-10T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T15:05:44.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strange how much can happen in a year. I thought that I'd be more depressed than I really am today, but oddly enough, I feel alright. Too stressed to be depressed.Anyone who doesn't know why today is particularly memorable for me should check here. Though, I must warn you, the post is really depressing.Exactly a year ago today, well, a year and three hours ago, I was standing in the vet's office,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111316354414802240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=111316354414802240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111316354414802240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111316354414802240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/strange-how-much-can-happen-in-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-111283686683900304</id><published>2005-04-06T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T20:26:34.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Again with being unoriginalThis should be funny, as I never watch this show. Saw maybe one episode or a partial episode. Eh.You scored 32% accuracy!  Looks like you need to rewatch some episodes to get become a true Lost addict. No worries, there's plenty of time, it's only the first season! Besides, such a low score probably means that you have a life. Be happy.    My test tracked 1 variable How</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111283686683900304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=111283686683900304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111283686683900304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111283686683900304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/again-with-being-unoriginal-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-111254711720241422</id><published>2005-04-03T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T11:51:57.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahhh... procrastination...Though I really can't afford to any more. :PAt any rate, the movie Sin City is on crack. It's cheesy and very messed up and I love it. There's some great names in that movie. And any flick where adorable Elijah Wood is a psychotic, kick-ass, ninja-esque cannibal is okay with me. I think there should have been MORE Elijah Wood goodness in this movie. Oh well. Another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111254711720241422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=111254711720241422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111254711720241422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111254711720241422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-111250393026950018</id><published>2005-04-02T22:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T22:52:10.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So not originalThe Vampire NovelHmm, very interesting! You scored 139! People are addicted to you, as you make such entertaining and sexy reading material. You get people’s imaginations flowing and make for the type of book people want to read more than once. Cults have been inspired by the likes of you.  My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:You scored </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111250393026950018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=111250393026950018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111250393026950018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111250393026950018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-not-original-vampire-novelhmm-very_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-111210396336466396</id><published>2005-03-29T07:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T07:46:03.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's 7:30 in the A.M. and I'm sitting in the computer lab at Collège. I have a 4-5 page reflection to hand in today (not done), definition of the litteracy of driving, writing folder on Friday, filming a Mehtodology presentation/exam on Friday but I have to present on Monday, preparing a school and society presentation for Monday (that day'll be fun), synthese reflexion on tuesday next, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111210396336466396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=111210396336466396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111210396336466396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111210396336466396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-its-730-in-a_111210396336466396.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y13/kira_mchaggis/quizz%20images/th_gaia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-111197852792089484</id><published>2005-03-27T20:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T20:55:27.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Again with the unoriginality...Quizzes that were on Rin-chan's latest post.You are Donatello...You are highly intelligent andindustrious, and considered the"brains" of the operation. You're aserious nerd, but you're still cool! Which Ninja Turtle Are You? brought to you by QuizillaYay, my favorite one! Though I seriously have to question the whole "brains of the operation" aspect. Our operations </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111197852792089484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=111197852792089484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111197852792089484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111197852792089484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/again-with-unoriginality.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-111163305031628969</id><published>2005-03-23T20:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T20:57:30.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quiz timeyour blue your Depressing and sad all the time youlife sucks... what color cloud are you? brought to you by QuizillaThis quiz kinda sucks, but its short. :PYOU ARE A SPORK!! You are happy most of the timebut if something is wrong you will shuteveryone out.What utensile are you? brought to you by Quizillaw00t! Spork! ph34r m3!!You are the Spirit of Anger. You are every inch thebad girl. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111163305031628969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=111163305031628969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111163305031628969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111163305031628969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/quiz-time-your-blue-your-depressing.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-111145500868149245</id><published>2005-03-21T19:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:30:08.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>But what if I don't want to be what Lynnsey is?Well, that's unpossible. Who in their right mind would NOT want to be what Lynnsey is? That being said... here's my quiz.You're a Ravenpuff!: You are a very analytical  andingenius person, someone that likes to inventnew things. The way you look at life is withwonder, and sometimes you're even a littlenaive. But people love you for that trait andthey</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111145500868149245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=111145500868149245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111145500868149245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111145500868149245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/but-what-if-i-dont-want-to-be-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-111137825609939598</id><published>2005-03-20T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:10:56.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As per Rin's request...Here's an update. There will be nothing interesting in it, as I am busy and stressed.Had Carla's birthday thing today... everyone was really tired. Poor Carla... silly zoo being closed at 4 really messed up her plans. Plus, everyone was tired and lazy. We basically sat on her couch the whole time. We didn't even have her blow out the candles on her cake. Bad us. :( I feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/111137825609939598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=111137825609939598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111137825609939598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/111137825609939598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/as-per-rins-request.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110989026660657478</id><published>2005-03-03T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T16:51:41.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uh... I really am I horrible friend. I plead insanity.Happy Birthday, Carla (yesterday)! I wuv ya!Truly, I am horrible.And tell me what the hell you want for your birthday. NOW, DAMMIT!Still wuving you.Later allz.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110989026660657478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110989026660657478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110989026660657478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110989026660657478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/03/uh.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110965056899367625</id><published>2005-02-28T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T22:16:08.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's topic: ConfusionEvery time I broaden my horizens and try to get more cultural stuff jammed into my skull, I get more and more confused.Take learning french, for example. I have been systematically confusing myself on a linguistic level for over 10 years of my life now. That's almost half my fricken life. Mixing up french and english grammar and syntax, being entrenched in either french or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110965056899367625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110965056899367625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110965056899367625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110965056899367625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/todays-topic-confusion-every-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110903401153018650</id><published>2005-02-21T18:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T19:00:11.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's topic: What the heck kinda hallocnogenic drugs was I on when I thought I could be a teacher?!?! GARG!!I dislike student teaching. Really dislike it. Especially when I have to teach a class with less than 3 hours prep time. When I'm not used to teaching. I'm not even used to highschool life. Holding these kids hands every step of the way. Assuming that they know NOTHING... not even stuff </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110903401153018650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110903401153018650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110903401153018650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110903401153018650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/todays-topic-what-heck-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110878206506799704</id><published>2005-02-18T20:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T21:01:05.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, I just had to add this link, because it amused me very much. It could be that I saw this vid before and just forgot about it. Eh.http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/end.phpCurrent quote (from the vid):So now we've got nuculear winter, and everyone's dead except Australia and they're still like "Wtf?" But they're gonna be dead soon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110878206506799704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110878206506799704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110878206506799704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110878206506799704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/yeah-i-just-had-to-add-this-link_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110878206357893101</id><published>2005-02-18T20:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T21:01:03.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, I just had to add this link, because it amused me very much. It could be that I saw this vid before and just forgot about it. Eh.http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/end.phpCurrent quote (from the vid):So now we've got nuculear winter, and everyone's dead except Australia and they're still like "Wtf?" But they're gonna be dead soon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110878206357893101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110878206357893101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110878206357893101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110878206357893101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/yeah-i-just-had-to-add-this-link.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110876299988533819</id><published>2005-02-18T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T15:44:44.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, reading week is almost over, and I've accomplished nothing. I coulda really caught up on homework and preparing for student teaching. No such thing. You know, getting a week's vacation is a major tease... you just start to relax, and then you have to go back. Boo-urns.At any rate... quizes! You scored as Neji. You’re Neji, the bird in the cage.You carry a label you got when you were born, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110876299988533819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110876299988533819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110876299988533819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110876299988533819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/well-reading-week-is-almost-over-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110851242401732812</id><published>2005-02-15T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T18:07:04.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Topic #1: Happy Valentine's Day.Belated Valentine's Day. I didn't do anything for anyone, for I think it is a useless holiday. Plus, saving de money for Europe... I have become a cheap bitch. So there.#2: I don't know if Nuns can fly, but Mums sure can't.My mother is living proof. You think she would have learned that lesson after falling down stairs a year ago and screwing up her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110851242401732812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110851242401732812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110851242401732812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110851242401732812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/todays-topic-1-happy-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110771967627818247</id><published>2005-02-06T13:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T13:54:36.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry with the not posting lately.At any rate, in recent news... Lynnsey had a birthday party on Friday. Yay Lynnsey!! She turned 23 on the 25th of January. Poor hun was sick on her birthday (borthday? The hell?) so we didn't get to party until a couple of days ago. Unfortunately, Rin's idea of partying is dragging us to awful movies. Like, REALLY awful movies. The last one was Boogeyman. You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110771967627818247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110771967627818247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110771967627818247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110771967627818247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/sorry-with-not-posting-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110738512434883188</id><published>2005-02-02T16:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T16:58:44.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a horrible friend. Again. No, not to Chrissy. To someone else this time. Well, here it goes...Happy Birthday to Mel,Happy Birthday to MelHappy Birthday to Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllllll.Happy Birthday to Mel!!And many mooooooooore.And that`s that.Oh, her B-day was yesterday. And I didn't post anything. 3vil m3. (which is l33t for evil me) :(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110738512434883188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110738512434883188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110738512434883188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110738512434883188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-horrible-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110686461284579666</id><published>2005-01-27T16:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T16:23:32.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Topic: NAAAANII?!?!?!I didn't WANT to get the same one as Carla. *whine* Unlike her, I'm not Jewish. Now, pass the pork and cow buttocks!20 Questions to a Better Sense of HumorSunny/Dark: 5/10drY/Gross: 2/10Traditional/Offbeat: 5/10Active/Passive: 5/10 You are a SYT--Sunny Dry Traditional. This makes you a Sophisticate.You like conservative humor -- implied rather than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110686461284579666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110686461284579666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110686461284579666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110686461284579666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/todays-topic-naaaanii-i-didnt-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110669222369794581</id><published>2005-01-25T16:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T16:30:23.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Topic:Happy Birthday to Rin!Happy Birthday to Rin!Happy Birthday to Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!Happy Birthday to Rin!There, now you don't have to listen to me sing. What more could you want for your birthday? This is the best present that I could possibly give you. Plus, I'm cheap and lazy. No shopping for me. YAY!!*sigh* Fine... I'll go out and buy your present tonight. Be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110669222369794581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110669222369794581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110669222369794581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110669222369794581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/todays-topic-happy-birthday-to-rin_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110669222215792801</id><published>2005-01-25T16:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T16:30:22.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Topic:Happy Birthday to Rin!Happy Birthday to Rin!Happy Birthday to Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!Happy Birthday to Rin!There, now you don't have to listen to me sing. What more could you want for your birthday? This is the best present that I could possibly give you. Plus, I'm cheap and lazy. No shopping for me. YAY!!*sigh* Fine... I'll go out and buy your present tonight. Be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110669222215792801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110669222215792801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110669222215792801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110669222215792801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/todays-topic-happy-birthday-to-rin.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110654212059746044</id><published>2005-01-23T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:48:40.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Topic: The Hell? I like Neji??That's to say, I like Neji more than I like Saskue. I used to hate Neji. Now, I don't so much. Not like Neji as in, I want to glomp him. Just no longer have extreme hatred and loathing for him like I used to.At any rate... Happy Belated B-day to Chrissy. NOOOOOO... I didn't forget this year. I phoned her on her birthday... TWICE! I had to leave a message </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110654212059746044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110654212059746044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110654212059746044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110654212059746044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/todays-topic-hell-i-like-neji-thats-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110618261628674762</id><published>2005-01-19T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T18:56:56.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dammit, Rin-chan. Tell me what you want for your birthday.Dammit, Carla. Give me new Narutos.Dammit, Tannis. Phone me back. P.S. You're invited to Baby C's b-day thing this saturday @Brannigans @ The Forks @ 6:30 ish if you so desire.People are le sucks. And I love them all.Later allz.==================================================================================Current mood: Tired and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110618261628674762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110618261628674762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110618261628674762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110618261628674762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/dammit-rin-chan.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110525332681801524</id><published>2005-01-09T00:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T00:48:46.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Topic: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHThe only downside about having a big movie collection (Besides having to buy all those movies in the first place), is that people keep BORROWING your movies. Soon, you start to lose track of them. Unfortunately, that's what happened to me.Guys, I currently happen to be missing Dogma and Beauty and the Beast. The others are all accounted for: Either in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110525332681801524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110525332681801524' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110525332681801524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110525332681801524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/todays-topic-gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110497943031836386</id><published>2005-01-05T20:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T20:43:50.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Topic: Ahahahaha!!Re: Naruto Episode 101 aka Mission: Demask Kakashi!That was soooooooooooooo funny. Carla, you're right. The "aho!" crows are just great. :D You know, I really liked this filler episode. It's just so silly and funny and Saskue's kinda outta character. I mean, I could never really imagine him getting all wound-up in one of Naruto's hairball schemes. I'm surprised that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110497943031836386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110497943031836386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110497943031836386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110497943031836386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/todays-topic-ahahahaha-re-naruto.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110488671474028604</id><published>2005-01-04T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T18:58:34.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Topic: AHAHAHAHAHA!!Re: Gai's gift to Naruto. You know, he gave Naruto "The thing that made Rock Lee strong". Carla and Lynnsey know what I'm talking about. That was great.Well, I go back to school tomorrow. I don't wanna. Really don't wanna. I don't even know what my schedual's like. I've just really not been thinking about going back at all. Last semester was just so yucky and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110488671474028604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110488671474028604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110488671474028604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110488671474028604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2005/01/todays-topic-ahahahahaha-re-gais-gift.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110430384642651984</id><published>2004-12-29T01:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T01:04:06.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Topic: Most recent movie seenI remember when I was rather young, and I heard that the Phantom of the Opera was coming to Winnipeg. I knew very little about the musical, but I'd heard some of the music and I loved it. My mother was going and I begged to go with her. I even said I'd buy my own ticket. Funny thing is, at the time, I could afford to. My mother refused to let me go, saying I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110430384642651984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110430384642651984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110430384642651984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110430384642651984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/12/todays-topic-most-recent-movie-seen-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110427176982842007</id><published>2004-12-28T16:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T18:15:23.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Family Guy character are you?Boo-yeah!! The only thing better would be Stewie. Gotta love that kid. Maybe Lynnsey should adopt him. :DAt any rate... New Years eve. What's going on? My place will most likely be free... except perhaps for my mom. We should get together there... that way we can still do Chrissy's idea of a fondu/sushi whatever without having to share a house with drunk 18/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110427176982842007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110427176982842007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110427176982842007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110427176982842007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/12/which-family-guy-character-are-you-boo.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110412595524912598</id><published>2004-12-26T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T23:39:15.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's topic: Well, at least there's no hard decisions to makeThe absolute WORST thing about the Gaara/Rock Lee fight in the Chunnin prelims was the fact that I really, really liked them both. I didn't want one to lose. For a few insane moments, I was sure they'd say "Well, since you to both rocketh mightly, ye shall both proceedeth to the next round... eth." Sigh... if only.But then the thing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110412595524912598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110412595524912598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110412595524912598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110412595524912598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/12/todays-topic-well-at-least-theres-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110390901044874273</id><published>2004-12-24T11:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T11:23:30.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's topic: It's here! It's here! Lynnsey's present is here!!After weeks of waiting, I've finally received Lynnsey's present. I've been so excited to give it to her 'cause I know she'll LOVE it. Or step on it. Whicever is good.But I just got it today, Vancouver finally saw fit to send it over. It is just SOOOOO cute. She's gonna love me more than usual. Thing is, though, I think she's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110390901044874273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110390901044874273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110390901044874273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110390901044874273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/12/todays-topic-its-here-its-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110375210323313651</id><published>2004-12-22T15:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T15:48:23.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's topic: Well, at least I know it's not in mail-limboI did the unthinkable on dec 5th and ordered something off E-bay. Now, I usually don't buy stuff online, but I'm getting the hang of this internet thing. I found something that would be perfect for Lynnsey for Christmas. According to E-bay, shipping time should be about 7 to 14 days. The seller was optemistic and thought the gift would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110375210323313651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110375210323313651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110375210323313651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110375210323313651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/12/todays-topic-well-at-least-i-know-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110342942941462041</id><published>2004-12-18T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T22:10:29.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So... been a while since my last post.There's two reasons for this. One: Comp blew up. I'm sure you already knew that. Two: I'm no longer doing homework at school therefore have no reason to procrastinate therefore have no reason to post. 'Nuff said.So, I finished my Christmas shopping last weekend so I wouldn't have to deal with insanity at the malls. My aunty phoned me a couple of days ago </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110342942941462041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110342942941462041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110342942941462041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110342942941462041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/12/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110304917919837784</id><published>2004-12-14T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T12:48:03.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's topic: A truce!!Sorta. I have a funny feeling that my cat's trying to kill me. The fact that he tries tripping me with his fuzzy little body while I'm walking and that he tries to maul my hands and feet is one clue. The fact that he sneaks into my room at night and sleeps right on my nose, trying to smother me, is another. I also caught him putting Cyanide into my drink list night. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110304917919837784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110304917919837784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110304917919837784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110304917919837784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/12/todays-topic-truce-sorta.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110298002975611048</id><published>2004-12-13T17:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T17:20:51.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's topic: My computer blew up. :(Well, not so much blew up... that's what it did a couple of years ago on New Years Eve. This time, it just won't start up. There was a problem where I had to restart my computer (I can't remember if I used Ctrl + Alt + Delete or if I force-shutdowned). Now it just won't start at all. It turns on and goes to safemode and won't let me log in at all. WAH!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110298002975611048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110298002975611048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110298002975611048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110298002975611048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/12/todays-topic-my-computer-blew-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110222566874794671</id><published>2004-12-04T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T23:47:48.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, yeah. And I also had a major french test today that everyone in the faculty of education at CUSB has to take and now, thanks to a policy that was implemented last year, everyone has to get a 2 or a 1 in order to continue on into education. It's like the Chuunin exam for CUSB teachers... except with less bleeding and more French grammar. I think I'd prefer to bleed. :( But whatever, this isn't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110222566874794671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110222566874794671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110222566874794671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110222566874794671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/12/oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110222547586514547</id><published>2004-12-04T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T23:44:35.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's topic:STELLLLLAAAAA!! Whoops, I mean... CAAAAARRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAA!!!I need Naruto! GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME GIIIIIMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! NOW!I've just finished episode 50, while I should have been doing homework or cleaning up. Yeah, Naruto's moving along much more quickly than Kenshin did. It hasn't taken me over a year to get this far in Naruto.So, the Rock Lee/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110222547586514547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110222547586514547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110222547586514547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110222547586514547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/12/todays-topic-stelllllaaaaa-whoops-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110213812062096056</id><published>2004-12-03T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T23:31:17.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick post before I go to bed...I just got Naruto episodes 26-50. Just watched 44. Then I had a thought...Am I the only one that sees paralelles between Naruto and Harry Potter?? I mean, they both have no parents, have markings on their face that everyone but they seem to know the significance of. They're not the greatest students, but they pull through when they have to. They both have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110213812062096056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110213812062096056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110213812062096056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110213812062096056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/12/quick-post-before-i-go-to-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110185798478755654</id><published>2004-11-30T17:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T17:39:44.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apparently, Blogger doesn't like my last post.I did a different post earlier today, but it never shows up unless you refresh the page. Blogger hates me. :(Well, I'm currently sitting in my last ever Technology and Teaching course. Hmm... I don't remember how to spell 'course' in english anymore. Is it with or without an 'e'? CURSE YOU, FRENCH LANGUAGE!! I shake my fist at you. And yet, I can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110185798478755654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110185798478755654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110185798478755654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110185798478755654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/11/apparently-blogger-doesnt-like-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110185794219289713</id><published>2004-11-30T17:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T17:39:02.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apparently, Blogger doesn't like my last post.I did a different post earlier today, but it never shows up unless you refresh the page. Blogger hates me. :(Well, I'm currently sitting in my last ever Technology and Teaching course. Hmm... I don't remember how to spell 'course' in english anymore. Is it with or without an 'e'? CURSE YOU, FRENCH LANGUAGE!! I shake my fist at you. And yet, I can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110185794219289713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110185794219289713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110185794219289713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110185794219289713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/11/apparently-blogger-doesnt-like-my-last_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110183871860598153</id><published>2004-11-30T12:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T12:18:38.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's topic:Hmmm... no one can say I'm punctualApparently, I made my 100th post on November the 19th. I wasn't really keeping track of post numbers, and blogger was being silly. Therefore, I missed it. Let's see... what was my 100th post about?...Well, the post where I commented on Rin-chan's 'Two Universes Collide' shouldn't be in that spot... Blogger was being silly and futur-dated that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110183871860598153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110183871860598153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110183871860598153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110183871860598153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/11/todays-topic-hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110159259223636804</id><published>2004-11-27T15:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T15:56:32.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's topic:Curse you, Lynnsey. You KNOW I can't resist these things!Your Homicidal Rampage! by crash_and_burnYour name:Weapon of Choice:A can of maceYour Favorite Target:NymphomaniacsYour Kill Count:1,607,357,982Your Battle Cry:"Who let the dogs out?"Years You Spend in Jail:14How Much Money In Damages You Cause:$246,246,444,218,519Your Homocidal Insanity Level:: 11%Quiz created with MemeGen</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110159259223636804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110159259223636804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110159259223636804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110159259223636804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/11/todays-topic-curse-you-lynnsey.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110134915869995648</id><published>2004-11-24T20:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T00:05:39.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's topic: And my other OTHER super power is...In a post I made yesterday, I stated that Zabuza was just using Haku and he has no regrets. That was before I watched episode 19.It starts shortly after Haku exits stage left. Naruto's bitching out Zabuza for being so heartless. The Z man explains to him a) He was just using Haku and b) he has no regrets.Apparently, my other OTHER </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110134915869995648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110134915869995648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110134915869995648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110134915869995648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/11/todays-topic-and-my-other-other-super.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110131756084352184</id><published>2004-11-24T11:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T11:32:40.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man... I've just been the update QUEEN lately.It would be nice if I actually had pertinant things to say.I've been looking at blogs so much that I'm absolutely STARVING for new posts. From my friends, that is.Now, usually my friends are pretty good for posting... I'M the one that never has anything new. But lately I've been on the internet doing lots of homework. And, as means of taking a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110131756084352184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110131756084352184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110131756084352184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110131756084352184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/11/man.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110124546205265943</id><published>2004-11-23T15:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T15:56:57.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah... and BitTorrent's being stupid, so I can't get anything past Naruto 40. :(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110124546205265943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110124546205265943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110124546205265943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110124546205265943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110124540933159303</id><published>2004-11-23T15:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T11:35:07.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's rant:Who the hell would bring a baby into a library?? I could understand perhaps if said person had decided to be cheap and, instead of buying an MP3 player, taught a baby to sing and strapped it on his back (see Chris' quote in the Quotebook). If the baby could sing decently, I wouldn't have minded. Heck, I would have requested some tunes. It's like a jukebox that doesn't use quarters.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110124540933159303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110124540933159303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110124540933159303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110124540933159303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/11/todays-rant-who-hell-would-bring-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110118462092221967</id><published>2004-11-22T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T22:38:02.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's topic...Well, I finally found out about Haku's past today...I wish MY parents raised me like Haku's!! :D (Still love you, Tannis.)I kinda want to hate Zabuza for being so mean to Haku... though really, he wasn't so much mean as manipulative. And it's not as if he ever hid his evil intentions from the kid. Haku knew always knew exactly what Zabuza wanted. (Get your minds out of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110118462092221967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110118462092221967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110118462092221967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110118462092221967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/11/todays-topic.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110101966819058677</id><published>2004-11-21T01:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T00:47:48.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's topic: I wish MY parents raised me like Haku's!!!That was for you, Tannis-sama. *g*Started watching more of Naruto. I should be doing homework... but, as usual, I'm not. Bad me. I'm gonna pay for it tomorrow.I'm currently on episode 12... the smackdown on the bridge. Actually, that's not what they're calling it. I don't care. Don't ask me what arc this is in... I never really found </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110101966819058677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110101966819058677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110101966819058677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110101966819058677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/11/todays-topic-i-wish-my-parents-raised.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110092362523778714</id><published>2004-11-19T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T22:07:05.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's subject #1: Blogger hates me...And it's conspiring against me. I swear, it never wants me to post again. Blogger and my computer are in cahoots, I tell you. And the toaster's plotting to steal all my clean underwear. And now, on to other things...Today's subject #2: MemoriesI was out today and happened to tune in to an old song... one that brought back lots of memories. Not so much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110092362523778714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110092362523778714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110092362523778714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110092362523778714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/11/todays-subject-1-blogger-hates-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-109989231131248793</id><published>2004-11-07T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T23:39:56.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And Lynn wonders why I'm always paranoid when I talk to her on MSN...There's really a very logical explination for my paranoia. One, I'm mentally unstable. Normally, that would be excuse enough for anyone. Sadly, I've got another perfectly valid excuse. I always end up having crack-pot conversations with her sibs. And by always, I mean just this one time.A bit ago, I went and started msging </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/109989231131248793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=109989231131248793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109989231131248793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109989231131248793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/11/and-lynn-wonders-why-im-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-110007542438381807</id><published>2004-11-05T02:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T12:09:30.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's topic: Rin-Chan's postVeeeeeeeeeeery interesting. I was reading it thinking... "Is she talking about me? No... can't be. I don't have blond curls... I have a dead rat with frizzy fur that's latched itself onto my scalp."I envy Lynn's ability to be able to write like that. She's the funny one... and the cute one. AWWWWWW... so cutie wutie!! begebiegebie who's my wittle cutie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/110007542438381807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=110007542438381807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110007542438381807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/110007542438381807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/11/todays-topic-rin-chans-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-109841061759612070</id><published>2004-10-21T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T21:32:13.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's try this again...Unfortunately, my comp tends to crap out a bit now and I lost my post that I was working on last night. More importantly, I forgot some of what I was going to say.Started student teaching this Monday at Garden City, following around M. Kenny. He's a pretty cool guy, pretty funny. It's clear that he likes teaching, that bio is by far his favorite subject and that he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/109841061759612070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=109841061759612070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109841061759612070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109841061759612070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/10/lets-try-this-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-109711566287003477</id><published>2004-10-06T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T21:21:02.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long time, no write... I guess I can't do ANYTHING on a regular basis.Sigh... where to begin?? Being in the faculty of education requires a lot of work. First off, I've never taken 30 credit hours at university before. I know people who have... I think they're freaks. And now I'm one of those freaks.  So much journal writing and comenting on class notes and whatnot. Then there's the groupwork. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/109711566287003477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=109711566287003477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109711566287003477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109711566287003477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/10/long-time-no-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-109563753424766556</id><published>2004-09-19T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T18:46:06.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Subject: Whatever it is, I hope it's not heriditaryI was out with my Father a few weeks ago, we went out to watch a movie. Stepford Wives. I can't say much for his taste in movies. Thing is; it wasn't that bad. Furthermore, I found out where I got my twisted sense of humor from. There was a part in the movie where this little robo dog was barking at the top of a huge staircase, tried to go down </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/109563753424766556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=109563753424766556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109563753424766556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109563753424766556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/09/subject-whatever-it-is-i-hope-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-109556226332164118</id><published>2004-09-18T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T21:53:19.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>subject: Crazy lady lives (though perhaps not for long)Allow me to explain. My school, Collège, is close to Centre Taché, which is a place for people who have problems... as in they're sometimes not all there. Some of the people also have relativly free range. Now, this isn't always a problem. I'm not saying that my school is swarming with crazies. There was this one time this guy wandered into</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/109556226332164118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=109556226332164118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109556226332164118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109556226332164118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/09/subject-crazy-lady-lives-though.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-109519347172826907</id><published>2004-09-14T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T15:24:40.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, my first official week back at Collège. I didn't expect it to be quite this scary. Actually, education courses are a lot different than I thought they would be. So far, none of the assignments look to be too impossibly scary. Hard work, yes, a lot of work in progress, yes. I can't do any of these assignments at the last minute.Not that I would. (*Insert innocent face here*)There's a lot</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/109519347172826907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=109519347172826907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109519347172826907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109519347172826907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/09/well-my-first-official-week-back-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-109461614085445457</id><published>2004-09-07T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T02:44:34.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm... two posts in one day. When was the last time that happened?? Must be a sign of the apocopalyse. I know, I know... I can't freakin' spell!! Deal with it!Reason for my post... I'm kinda bored, first off. I'll probably be posting more often, and doing meaningless posts as school has started today and I will be sure to allievate my bordome during spares by posting on my blog. 'Cause God </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/109461614085445457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=109461614085445457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109461614085445457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109461614085445457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-109457170481506171</id><published>2004-09-07T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T10:41:44.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, my first day back at Collège. *looks around* How very mundane. I could be sleeping right now. I didn't even really want to come at all today, but it would look bad if I missed the orientation for education thing at 9:30. I got here at 8:30 for a coffee and presentations thing, but the place was packed, so I didn't even bother going in. I sat in the library going over my schedule again and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/109457170481506171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=109457170481506171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109457170481506171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109457170481506171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/09/well-my-first-day-back-at-collge.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-109332024434028225</id><published>2004-08-23T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T23:04:04.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My third post this month. And, actually, my third post in about a week. I don't know what day it is... not working does that to you. Time is like a big blur... an eternal weekend. I like that a lot. Well, this is my 90th post, so... uh, yay me?But that wasn't my reason for posting. My sister got back from her road trip to B.C. today. Sounds like she had a lot of fun. She spent quite a bit of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/109332024434028225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=109332024434028225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109332024434028225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109332024434028225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-third-post-this-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-109297790483854963</id><published>2004-08-19T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T00:04:22.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The Key is someone who's new to this world, and Bob Barker's older than dirt"- Glory, BtVSWhat's the deal with that man? I mean, he was old when I was watching the Price is Right as a kid... now he's still alive and kicking. I'm surprised he can still remember his name!! He is so FRICKEN' old!! He can't still be alive. It's just mind-boggling.I was watching the show today, and I remembered </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/109297790483854963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=109297790483854963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109297790483854963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109297790483854963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/08/key-is-someone-whos-new-to-this-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-109271901814969644</id><published>2004-08-16T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T00:03:38.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, Time for my bi-monthly post. Went to Lynnsey's cabin on Friday with Lynn, Carla, Mel, Margaret and Sylvie. Did I forget anyone?? No... good. The shopping trip on Wednesday was kinda funny... thank G0d we'd made up a list of stuff to buy before even heading out to the store. And thank God for Margaret, Queen of planning and organising. We'd be nowhere without her.  Or, at the very least, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/109271901814969644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=109271901814969644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109271901814969644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109271901814969644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/08/well-time-for-my-bi-monthly-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-109106978828122481</id><published>2004-07-28T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T21:56:28.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So... my blog was a year old on July 2nd. And I missed it. Happy Birthday, Blog. Well, I missed Chrissy's birthday too. If I forget my old friend's b-day, who would really expect me to remember my blog's b-day. That's what I thought. I also just noticed that since June (perhaps even since May), I've been averaging 3 posts a month. V. not-good. Yeah.So... I was looking at my sidebar today </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/109106978828122481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=109106978828122481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109106978828122481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109106978828122481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/07/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-109078547727396661</id><published>2004-07-25T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T14:58:15.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People may wonder why I haven't been updating my blog very much recently. I tried... I really did try. But there was this problem... one that I have never encountered. I've often read posts from my friends complaining that Blogger ate their most recent post. I've been using Blogger for over a year and have never encountered this problem. Until last week. I went to update my blog and the post got </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/109078547727396661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=109078547727396661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109078547727396661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/109078547727396661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/07/people-may-wonder-why-i-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-108995225716697151</id><published>2004-07-21T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T00:10:37.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well... been a bit since my last post. How've ya been, world? And, yeah, craziness over now. So... I just did a French Oral test for work... kinda stressful since I had to improve by a level in order to remain competitive in the work place. When I first took the test, I got a B. Now, phone agents need a C level. C=better than B. I'm happy to report that I got my C. GO TEAM ME!!! Anyways, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/108995225716697151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=108995225716697151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108995225716697151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108995225716697151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/07/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-108892632677633238</id><published>2004-07-04T02:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T02:32:06.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Updated my website, finally. If you want to check it out, go to the links on the right-hand side. You may get to the index page, which is basically crap-all. Just scroll down and click on the little link to my actual page. Site is www.geocities.com/chemgal69Have fun all, goin' to bed now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/108892632677633238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=108892632677633238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108892632677633238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108892632677633238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/07/updated-my-website-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-108779948124890259</id><published>2004-06-21T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T01:31:21.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's topic: CURSE MY TWISTED LITTLE IMAGINATION!!Actually, fear not!! Today's topic is nowhere near as twisted as my last post. I blame the coloured chalk. Some of you may recall how I got a little song parody stuck in my head, because of a scene with Lupin talking to Harry in the third movie. Well, that little parody just didn't seem to want to leave my head. So, here's a much longer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/108779948124890259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=108779948124890259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108779948124890259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108779948124890259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/06/todays-topic-curse-my-twisted-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-108754707047250223</id><published>2004-06-18T02:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T03:24:30.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sick and I'm twisted,I'm broke and you can't fix it!!(Billy talent song).You may ask, 'what brought this up?' Well, you didn't, but I'll share anyways just to spite you.I was walking through Sears today during my lunch break. They have baby carriages right by the main doors, and as I happened to glance into the carriage, I saw they had baby maniquens. Pretty neat, you'd say. Uh... these</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/108754707047250223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=108754707047250223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108754707047250223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108754707047250223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-sick-and-im-twisted-im-broke-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-108640300543284305</id><published>2004-06-04T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T21:19:22.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well... what's new with me? Graduated on Monday. Four years of moderately-hard work and I have a piece of paper stating I got my bac es sciences. Yay! Now I can work at McDonald's or WalMart. If they like my resumé. ONe degree down, one to go. Am I excited?? I wasn't really excited at first, then before the ceremony, I was really nervous. Now I'm kinda happy that I've got one degree down... one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/108640300543284305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=108640300543284305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108640300543284305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108640300543284305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/06/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-108553710366755836</id><published>2004-05-25T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T21:06:37.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hm.... sometimes I wonder why I even have a blog at all. Recently, it seems like my updating has been very rare. What can I say... I have a boring life. Besides... Chrissy does a much better job of categorizing the events of my life in her blong. ('Blong?? What the huh??)At any rate, amusing typos aside... I guess I should post.*crickets chirp*This is why I don't post more often. What's new</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/108553710366755836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=108553710366755836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108553710366755836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108553710366755836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/05/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-108425913789951032</id><published>2004-05-11T01:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T02:13:14.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was gonna post about grad, but it's now late and I'm kinda tired. But in order to go to bed, I have to wake up my sister and boot her out of my room. Apparently, like my mother, my sister has the habit of falling asleep during movies. Normally, I don't really care about this. This time, however, she's set up the movie in my room as we speak and has fallen asleep in my bed. Waking her up is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/108425913789951032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=108425913789951032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108425913789951032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108425913789951032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-was-gonna-post-about-grad-but-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-108381221693041514</id><published>2004-05-05T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T22:00:08.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Passed around like a...Well, you make up your own anology (or similie, or whatever), and don't blame me for what your sick, twisted mind comes up with.Allow me to explain today's topic.For the past three summers, I have worked with the federal government, in the same building and in the same area. I was originally hired because they needed bilingual staff to man a phone line in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/108381221693041514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=108381221693041514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108381221693041514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108381221693041514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/05/passed-around-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-108172486554559513</id><published>2004-04-11T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T18:10:34.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WARNING: The previous post is REALLY depressing. Feel free to not read it. And now... QUIZZES!!im still not sure Lestat is totally into u. But heyim sure is child Louis would LOVE u. well imight have to make a quiz just for u and Louis!hope u like his pic. please rate how would a vampire react after meeting u part 2(girls only)  brought to you by QuizillaKEEP IT UP GIRL! he just loves every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/108172486554559513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=108172486554559513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108172486554559513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108172486554559513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/04/warning-previous-post-is-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-108171855393362810</id><published>2004-04-11T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T17:48:10.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WARNING!! This post will be very depressing. Feel free to just skip over it. This is just something I want to get out, and I'm not ready to talk about it yet, so typing will have to do. Once again... it is a very, VERY depressing post.It's really amazing how much really happens in thirteen years. I vaguely remember that it was a cool, cloudy, windy day near the beginning of April when my family</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/108171855393362810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=108171855393362810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108171855393362810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108171855393362810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/04/warning-this-post-will-be-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-108146746782005190</id><published>2004-04-08T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T18:40:33.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So... play tonight. Kinda don't wanna do it. Kinda getting sick of all this. Will do quizzes.You are a Siren. More adventurous than all with avoice like no other you sit on warm rocks andsing to the moon and sea. Yet sometimesshipwrecks find you and raving men want you.You are a bottle of talent and power. What theunknown is you seek to find, and a lover. Youhave the moon and stars as freinds. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/108146746782005190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=108146746782005190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108146746782005190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108146746782005190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/04/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539700.post-108144034737853823</id><published>2004-04-08T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T11:08:32.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GAH!!Sorry, haven't really been on the Internet much lately. I don't have it hooked up to my comp at home, don't feel like venturing into my bro's room to use said Internet and am too busy during the nights dressing in drag. That's right... by day, I am the meek, quiet university student known as Theresa Beauchemin. By night, I am... *drumroll* JEAN, THE BLOODY INEPT MECHANIC!! *comeseemyplay* </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/feeds/108144034737853823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5539700&amp;postID=108144034737853823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108144034737853823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539700/posts/default/108144034737853823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisblogwillsuck.blogspot.com/2004/04/gah-sorry-havent-really-been-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Theresa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
