<?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-22213892</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:39:45.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tracay</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-116128796660097621</id><published>2006-10-19T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T12:59:26.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More stuff</title><content type='html'>This stuff is slightly older, but still good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: summer after freshman year. rafting trip. very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/roadtrip.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad: living in Mckay's converted study room. very bad. RIP 318B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/MCKAY.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-116128796660097621?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/116128796660097621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=116128796660097621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/116128796660097621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/116128796660097621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/10/more-stuff.html' title='More stuff'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-116111391442689762</id><published>2006-10-17T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T12:50:25.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Things</title><content type='html'>Good, and self-explanatory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/ChuckNorris.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad. Innocently watching the Kings game when it suddenly lost its feed. Very sad, annoyed Melissa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/Kings.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-116111391442689762?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/116111391442689762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=116111391442689762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/116111391442689762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/116111391442689762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/10/more-things.html' title='More Things'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-116045903724399939</id><published>2006-10-09T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:45:49.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a loser babbyyyyy -CAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href= http://www.shockpod.com/users/gilgaladiii/Newepesode.mp3&gt;I sing a lot in this one.. why?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-116045903724399939?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/116045903724399939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=116045903724399939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/116045903724399939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/116045903724399939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-loser-babbyyyyy-cast.html' title='I&apos;m a loser babbyyyyy -CAST'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-116045132624338962</id><published>2006-10-09T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T20:35:26.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/Packages.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/clean.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-116045132624338962?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/116045132624338962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=116045132624338962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/116045132624338962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/116045132624338962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-116003093215513725</id><published>2006-10-04T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:48:52.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things of the Day</title><content type='html'>Good Thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/Sunglasses.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/Tattered-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-116003093215513725?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/116003093215513725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=116003093215513725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/116003093215513725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/116003093215513725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/10/things-of-day.html' title='Things of the Day'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-115990739542379069</id><published>2006-10-03T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:29:55.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things</title><content type='html'>Things that are good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/Office3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/Clock2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-115990739542379069?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/115990739542379069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=115990739542379069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/115990739542379069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/115990739542379069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/10/things.html' title='Things'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-115915901366159655</id><published>2006-09-24T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T21:41:30.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MR SHAW IS HERE YAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href= http://www.shockpod.com/users/gilliam9000/MrShawCast.mp3&gt;Mr.Shaw Is Here!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-115915901366159655?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/115915901366159655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=115915901366159655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/115915901366159655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/115915901366159655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/09/mr-shaw-is-here-yay.html' title='MR SHAW IS HERE YAY!!!!'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-115742915254214866</id><published>2006-09-04T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:05:52.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MALISHA SHA!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href= http://www.shockpod.com/users/gilgaladiii/anewone.mp3&gt;Malisha sha is here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-115742915254214866?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/115742915254214866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=115742915254214866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/115742915254214866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/115742915254214866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/09/malisha-sha.html' title='MALISHA SHA!!!!!'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-115724559915526731</id><published>2006-09-02T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T18:06:39.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAMSTER CAST!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href= http://www.shockpod.com/users/gilgaladiii/HAMSTERCAST!.mp3&gt;I shock myself with 100,000 volts from a stun gun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-115724559915526731?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/115724559915526731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=115724559915526731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/115724559915526731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/115724559915526731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/09/hamster-cast.html' title='HAMSTER CAST!!!'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-115706267079194171</id><published>2006-08-31T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T15:17:50.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>wow, an actual post. don't worry, it's only because I'm very very bored. It's usually nothing more than a link to a podcast, but this is text. Not in depth, but just enough to satisfy me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-115706267079194171?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/115706267079194171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=115706267079194171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/115706267079194171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/115706267079194171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/08/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-115562584843728560</id><published>2006-08-15T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:10:48.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tetris Attack Cast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href= http://www.shockpod.com/users/gilgaladiii/nothingtotalkabout.mp3&gt;Tetris Attack Cast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-115562584843728560?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/115562584843728560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=115562584843728560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/115562584843728560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/115562584843728560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/08/tetris-attack-cast.html' title='Tetris Attack Cast...'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-115509965559783994</id><published>2006-08-08T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:00:55.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee Weee Cast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href= http://www.shockpod.com/users/gilgaladiii/PeeweeCast.mp3&gt;Pee Wee Cast...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-115509965559783994?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/115509965559783994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=115509965559783994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/115509965559783994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/115509965559783994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/08/pee-weee-cast.html' title='Pee Weee Cast...'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-115454990505074239</id><published>2006-08-02T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T13:21:08.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Zombie Cast"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href= http://www.shockpod.com/users/gilgaladiii/zombiecast.mp3&gt;ZOMBIE CAST!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-115454990505074239?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/115454990505074239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=115454990505074239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/115454990505074239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/115454990505074239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/08/zombie-cast.html' title='&quot;Zombie Cast&quot;'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-115370112146465353</id><published>2006-07-23T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T11:31:58.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic Con Cast----&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href= http://www.shockpod.com/users/gilgaladiii/BillyandTracyShow3.mp3&gt;COMIC-CON CAST!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-115370112146465353?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/115370112146465353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=115370112146465353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/115370112146465353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/115370112146465353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/07/comic-con-cast.html' title='Comic Con Cast----&gt;'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-115328298785159854</id><published>2006-07-18T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:10:39.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href= http://www.shockpod.com/users/gilgaladiii/Tracayandbilly2.mp3&gt;More Crazy stuff here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-115328298785159854?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/115328298785159854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=115328298785159854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/115328298785159854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/115328298785159854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/07/yup.html' title='yup'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-115302933316306185</id><published>2006-07-15T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T23:54:39.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>podcast</title><content type='html'>Hey! our first ever podcast! wooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href= http://www.shockpod.com/users/gilgaladiii/tracayandbilly.mp3&gt;Download our podcast here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Tracay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-115302933316306185?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114956202397857601</id><published>2006-06-05T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T19:47:03.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview</title><content type='html'>I had given up on working this summer, and then I get this amazing opportunity with Universal Music.  I haven't gotten the job yet, but tomorrow will be my second interview, for a position that is better then the one I originally applied for.  I'm still in a state of shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently addicted to online poker again.  I'm quite good if I do say so myself.  Let's see how I do tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have fun this summer.  That's my goal, have fun.  Be wild and crazy and just do whatever I want.  If I get this job that might conflict with my hopeful lifestyle, but oh well, we shall see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went rock climbing yesterday.  I'm slightly sore, but will definitely go back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114956202397857601?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114956202397857601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114956202397857601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114956202397857601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114956202397857601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/06/interview.html' title='Interview'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114737930311065643</id><published>2006-05-11T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T13:28:23.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Paris</title><content type='html'>Second day in Paris, spent in the metro and disney paris.  A good experience, and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the cemetery, and that shall be good.  Good for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not much to say, so I suppose I shall go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114737930311065643?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114737930311065643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114737930311065643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114737930311065643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114737930311065643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-paris.html' title='Oh Paris'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114728955020595922</id><published>2006-05-10T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T12:32:30.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Europe</title><content type='html'>Hey ya'll.  In Paris, and it's gorgeous.  The Eiffel Tower is across the street from the hotel and it rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was awful for me, but I've moved on.  Poor melissa is having trouble with her bank card/phone, and internet is expensive, so let's see how often I update this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps later on I shall update with pictures taken, but that's only if we can find a better deal for internet, paying for two hours doesn't seem too rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: Paris Disneyland/Paris Cemetery.  Those go together well I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114728955020595922?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114728955020595922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114728955020595922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114728955020595922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114728955020595922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/05/europe.html' title='Europe'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114541961161520713</id><published>2006-04-18T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T21:06:51.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialogue</title><content type='html'>Scene: Stats class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: now, what does this stand for?&lt;br /&gt;Random guy in the back: lower r&lt;br /&gt;Professor: No, I want this young lady (me) to answer because she didn't do the assignments.&lt;br /&gt;Professor (cont): So, what does it stand for?&lt;br /&gt;Me: lower r?&lt;br /&gt;Professor: (smacks my shoulder) Good! Very good! Now I go pray for you at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114541961161520713?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114541961161520713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114541961161520713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114541961161520713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114541961161520713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/04/dialogue.html' title='Dialogue'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114482228028432310</id><published>2006-04-11T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T23:11:20.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>great conversation of the day</title><content type='html'>this is just proof that I am not meant to talk on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scene: me interning at the councilman's office, answering phones.  the phone rings, it is the chief of staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:councilman's office&lt;br /&gt;Chief: hi, is Nina there?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Chief: who is this?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tracy&lt;br /&gt;Chief: do you intern there? Have we met, am I just stupid?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, I MEAN no, we've met though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114482228028432310?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114482228028432310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114482228028432310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114482228028432310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114482228028432310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-conversation-of-day.html' title='great conversation of the day'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114476999003537711</id><published>2006-04-11T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T08:39:57.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>I got a job for next year.  Sitting at a desk and checking people in and out. awesome.  I'm glad I get to make money.  Almost makes me not want to get a job this summer. wow.  that would be insanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114476999003537711?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114476999003537711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114476999003537711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114476999003537711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114476999003537711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/04/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114473266658173568</id><published>2006-04-10T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:17:46.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Expendable. very.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114473266658173568?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114473266658173568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114473266658173568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114473266658173568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114473266658173568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/04/expendable.html' title=''/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114464386606138396</id><published>2006-04-09T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T21:37:46.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poor poor whale</title><content type='html'>this is in memory of tootles, the whale with a heart of gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114464386606138396?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114464386606138396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114464386606138396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114464386606138396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114464386606138396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/04/poor-poor-whale.html' title='poor poor whale'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114439009299874719</id><published>2006-04-06T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T23:08:13.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How sad</title><content type='html'>The general public has abandoned poor blogger.  I shall still post however.  I won't give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114439009299874719?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114439009299874719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114439009299874719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114439009299874719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114439009299874719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-sad.html' title='How sad'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114429766954999848</id><published>2006-04-05T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T21:27:49.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Interview, The Test, and The Tendons</title><content type='html'>I applied for a job. in retail. on third street in santa monica. right across the gap. my how far I've come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Anthropologie. I'm excited, I hope I get it because I love the clothes and the store and the music they play. I had an interview, during which melissa was accosted in the Barnes and Noble.  I'm sorry you had to go through that alone, if I were there I would have Billy Blanks'd his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a test which went well.  So that means I'm going to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tendons in my heels hurt from running.  Perhaps I shant tomorrow and let them rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and happy belated birthday to my lovahs melissa and billay.  You are both sexay and hot and will stay that way forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114429766954999848?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114429766954999848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114429766954999848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114429766954999848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114429766954999848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/04/interview-test-and-tendons.html' title='The Interview, The Test, and The Tendons'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114425306394959322</id><published>2006-04-05T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T09:04:23.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hurrah</title><content type='html'>I finished.  I finished dammit.  so tired.  going to get a mocha and nobody can stop me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114425306394959322?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114425306394959322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114425306394959322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114425306394959322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114425306394959322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/04/hurrah.html' title='hurrah'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114403459961453692</id><published>2006-04-02T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:23:19.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uninteresting title</title><content type='html'>I'm doing many things at once, including updating my blog.  I'm making a study guide, attempting to design a web site for a group project, and contemplating when I'm going to sleep and when I'll be dragging myself out of bed to go to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw a musical.  "Company" by Sondheim.  The location was USC.  It didn't really hit me that I was going there until we arrived and I was faced with the enormous, beautiful, arrogant campus.  How I loathe it so.  I saw the students walking around without a care in the world, saw prospective students walking around in awe of the beauty of it all, and I remembered that I had been that once too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into the theatre and I refused to wear my designated name tag and we sat in our seats.  The audience today was stuffy, rich old people, and a few scattered high school students desperately trying to shmooze their way into the hearts and acceptance packages of the university.  I was on the verge of laughing or crying, I don't know which, because it reminded me so much of myeslf and where I was two years ago.  I was them.  I was shaing hands with people who didn't care who I was, but knew my intentions, people who really only care about looking charitable and important.  People I won't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musical was alright.  It's subject matter was interesting and hit home in a very ironic way, but that I will not be revealing today, or tomorrow, or the day after that.  It's another story, a lengthy one that I don't feel like telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must continue my work now.  I ho pe this didn't seem too pretentious or boring or selfish.  Even if is truly all of those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114403459961453692?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114403459961453692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114403459961453692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114403459961453692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114403459961453692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/04/uninteresting-title.html' title='Uninteresting title'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114366229093189478</id><published>2006-03-29T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T11:58:10.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Title</title><content type='html'>I'm still excercising, which is surprising based on how usually lazy I am.  But I'm still at it, still going strong.  We'll see what happens next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a test tomorrow that I keep trying to deny.  If I try to deny it, maybe it will go away.  This theory never worked for me as a child, so I doubt it will work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till the weekend.  Yay for Caesar Chavez day!  Gambling here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114366229093189478?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114366229093189478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114366229093189478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114366229093189478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114366229093189478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/title_29.html' title='Title'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114359246596716477</id><published>2006-03-28T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T16:34:25.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I worked out last night.  My best one yet.  It was so great, almost euphoric.  I ran faster and longer, thanks to my ipod.  but still, quite magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got on campus housing, and it's way too expensive.  But it's a nice room on the first floor overlooking the bluffs.  Now we just have to eliminate the random shrubbery and we'll have a good view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a stats test on thursday.  I hate it.  But hopefully I'll do well.  In the words of my crazy/senile math teacher "You will all get 100 %'s. right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114359246596716477?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114359246596716477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114359246596716477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114359246596716477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114359246596716477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/lazy-tuesday.html' title='Lazy Tuesday'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114356190165466969</id><published>2006-03-28T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T08:05:01.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange day already</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 7 am and cleaned our bathroom.  Granted it's been my time to do it anyway, but waking up 7 am naturally and just rolling out of bed to clean a bathroom??  Very out of character.  Very concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Blondie and contemplating getting food.  It's raining periodically and it's beautiful.  To be cliche, I am only happy when it rains.  But it's true.  Very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do my taxes today and my insurance thing.  And then go renew my passport sometime.  So much boggles my Tracy-sized brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the paper AND I didn't kill anybody.  I see this as the best accomplishment of the week, and it's only Tuesday.  So it will probably change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114356190165466969?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114356190165466969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114356190165466969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114356190165466969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114356190165466969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/strange-day-already.html' title='Strange day already'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114347894243267664</id><published>2006-03-27T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T09:02:22.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>yesterday I spent 7 hours working on a group paper.  I'm exhausted and it's not even finished yet.  There are little things that I have to readjust about every sectiona nd it's taking a very long time.  I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's far too much for me to think about this week.  I try and ignore it and think about diddy riese cookies on thursday and gambling on friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114347894243267664?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114347894243267664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114347894243267664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114347894243267664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114347894243267664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114317198856324546</id><published>2006-03-23T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:46:28.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wha?</title><content type='html'>Right now as I type this there is a random guy lying on the floor right outside my door with a giant world religions book by his side.  He looks to be moving however, so at present moment I'm not worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from a second viewing of "V for Vendetta" with my favorite melishka.  hi melishka!  It was just as good the second time if not better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a bout of more randomness, I'm going to Universal Studios tomorrow.  We'll see if I can get some pictures to post up from the excursion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114317198856324546?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114317198856324546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114317198856324546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114317198856324546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114317198856324546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/wha.html' title='Wha?'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114309205322482235</id><published>2006-03-22T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:34:13.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes</title><content type='html'>Planning wild and crazy casino trip for March 31st.  Nice way to celebrate Caesar Chavez day right?  I'm collecting random money to gamble with, and so far I've managed to accumulate $2.40.  what fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114309205322482235?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114309205322482235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114309205322482235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114309205322482235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114309205322482235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/yes.html' title='Yes'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114299106280178530</id><published>2006-03-21T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T17:31:02.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weatherbug doesn't like me</title><content type='html'>As I write this, I am dreaming of cheesy bread. I am dreaming of Cold Stones. Of biscuits, donuts, genitalia-decorated cake, del taco, basically, anything that will kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have engrossed myself into a conforming diet. I don't like it, but it's day two, and I'm still sticking with it. Thanks to melissa (I could have caved last night...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm procrastinating. Psychology paper thing. but it only needs to be two pages so I'm no t exactly motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to Diddy Reise cookies...tear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114299106280178530?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114299106280178530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114299106280178530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114299106280178530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114299106280178530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/weatherbug-doesnt-like-me.html' title='Weatherbug doesn&apos;t like me'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114288399858832827</id><published>2006-03-20T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T11:46:38.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Austin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatamericancityareyouquiz/austin.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit country, a little bit rock and roll.&lt;br /&gt;You're totally weird and very proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;Artistic and freaky, you still seem to fit in... in your own strange way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Austin residents: Lance Armstrong, Sandra Bullock, Andy Roddick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatamericancityareyouquiz/"&gt;What American City Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't get that at all...Austin, Texas? I'm confused and slightly offended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Apple Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/apple-green.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are almost super-humanly upbeat. You have a very positive energy that surrounds you.&lt;br /&gt;And while you are happy go lucky, you're also charmingly assertive.&lt;br /&gt;You get what you want, even if you have to persuade those against you to see things your way.&lt;br /&gt;Reflective and thoughtful, you know yourself well - and you know that you want out of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Green Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is so off I cannot begin.  It does make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Passed the US Citizenship Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a7ceff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasstheuscitizenshiptestquiz/approved.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations - you got 10 out of 10 correct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasstheuscitizenshiptestquiz/"&gt;Could You Pass the US Citizenship Test?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Glad to know AP US History/Government did some good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;The Movie Of Your Life Is A Cult Classic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/cult-classic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quirky, offbeat, and even a little campy - your life appeals to a select few.&lt;br /&gt;But if someone's obsessed with you, look out! Your fans are downright freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best movie matches: Office Space, Showgirls, The Big Lebowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/"&gt;If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Very accurate.  When I think of my life I think of Showgirls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another note, I drew the housing number and got 148 out of 1200.  Melissa got 133.  We're gonna get housing, and not in rat country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114288399858832827?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114288399858832827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114288399858832827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114288399858832827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114288399858832827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-are-austin-little-bit-country.html' title=''/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114282744990287414</id><published>2006-03-19T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:04:09.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wahoo</title><content type='html'>I'm bored/procrastinating.  I love when I do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 minutes is on in the background and I don't know why.  My mistake, it just ended.  Melissa's wandering through our small dorm and it amuses me.  Why you ask, melissa?  Just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do a process flow diagram, it'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I saw two movies.  Duck Season was the first and it was very good, I like how that day paralelled the movie, it was fun.  V for Vendetta was the second.  Also very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dialogue of the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy: Hey Tracy, get ready, I'm taking you out!&lt;br /&gt;Tracy: Cool, where?&lt;br /&gt;Billy: To Santa Monica, but it's a surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Billy arrives at my house)&lt;br /&gt;Billy: Guess what we're going to do!&lt;br /&gt;Tracy: What?&lt;br /&gt;Billy: We're going to get my car serviced!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114282744990287414?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114282744990287414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114282744990287414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114282744990287414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114282744990287414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/wahoo.html' title='wahoo'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114254862745664185</id><published>2006-03-16T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T14:37:07.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm very sick and tired of people placing their own conceptions of morality and love and what is good on others.  They have no place on anyone but themselves.  What is morality? Is it some universal term that can fit into everyone's life? no, it cannot, and to judge a person's character based on decisions that don't fit their own beliefs is wrong and and completely out of line.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Love is another thing that has no business being defined.  Sure, I was dumb when I was younger and tried to label it.  I was 14/15.  I moved on.  I learned that you can't label something like the artificial term of "love".  It's a word that was associated with an intense emotion that is different for everyone.  Just because one person has a concept of what love is, doesn't mean it equates to everyone else.  Nobody cares what you think this term love is. Nobody wants someone to question the emotions they're feeling.  I certainly don't want my relationships to be judged or what I do in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if this is angry, and I know the people reading it only agree with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114254862745664185?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114254862745664185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114254862745664185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114254862745664185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114254862745664185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-very-sick-and-tired-of-people.html' title=''/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114245218833465304</id><published>2006-03-15T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T11:49:48.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>I think I'll never be truly satisfied with whatever major/minor I pick.  Now I'm leaning towards just doing a second emphasis in business. Why am I so confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be very boring reading this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114245218833465304?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114245218833465304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114245218833465304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114245218833465304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114245218833465304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114240624535000313</id><published>2006-03-14T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:04:05.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Title</title><content type='html'>I really have nothing today.  I did nothing important, missed a class that I will probably regret missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work I had to format 150 letters and stuff them.  I didn't finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short sentences are fun.  They make me happy in a sadistic sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts, drugs are wearing off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had del taco, and that makes me happy, because del scorcho sauce is god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to hell for comparing sauce to God?  I don't think so, since I didn't capitalize God in the first sentence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one draw an uncircumsized penis onto a cake? just curious, I think it would be useful if I ever had to be a clown for a child's birthday party, and for some reason the clown would provide the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop typing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, and good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114240624535000313?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114240624535000313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114240624535000313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114240624535000313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114240624535000313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/title.html' title='Title'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114231738893844818</id><published>2006-03-13T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:23:08.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No housing?</title><content type='html'>I didn't get into the service organization housing.  Oh well, now onto the process of non-guaranteed-ness.  It's quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diner in Mckay has finally opened!  However, due to an overwhelming crowd it took 45 minutes to get a badly made milkshake.  Breakfast in the morning looks more promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've applied to many random jobs today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-toy tester working from home on my computer&lt;br /&gt;-marketing intern at E! Television&lt;br /&gt;-Warner Bros. intern&lt;br /&gt;-random job I forgot already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if I get lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114231738893844818?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114231738893844818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114231738893844818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114231738893844818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114231738893844818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-housing.html' title='No housing?'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114223119037097169</id><published>2006-03-12T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:27:17.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Aw, how cute, pictures, and they're thumbnails, who doesn't love that. The ones of me I clearly didn't take, but the others I did. Maybe I'll post more someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/img009.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="127" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/img009.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/img010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="127" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/img010.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/img011.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="158" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/img011.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/img012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="170" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/img012.jpg" width="109" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/img013.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="133" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/img013.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/img014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="133" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/img014.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/img015.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="167" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/img015.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/img016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="167" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/img016.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114223119037097169?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114223119037097169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114223119037097169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114223119037097169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114223119037097169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114222544513173771</id><published>2006-03-12T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T20:50:45.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Day But Today</title><content type='html'>I love my Rent references, but seriously, today was a big day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving back to school I was graced with the presence of a brand new 50s style diner.  I've been waiting a long time for this, so its arrival is much appreciated.  I had a veggie burger, for the first time ever, but due to a lack of hunger, only had a few bites.  But it was good, oh it was good.  So was the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now the proud owner of a Daria shirt.  Compliments of Hot Topic.  Very hot, very sexy, I am sex.  Daria is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from spring break with a new love of life and a renewed enthusiasm for learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Grey's Anatomy tonight, and it shall be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114222544513173771?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114222544513173771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114222544513173771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114222544513173771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114222544513173771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-day-but-today.html' title='No Day But Today'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114211884417619778</id><published>2006-03-11T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T15:14:04.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>List</title><content type='html'>Since I don't have much time before I'm picked up to go see a movie, I'll make a list of what I've done since the last time I updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Chinatown&lt;br /&gt;Watched my boyfriend go rock climbing with my former high school calculus teacher&lt;br /&gt;Saw Joshua Jackson at the rock climbing place&lt;br /&gt;Saw "In Cold Blood" with my boyfriend and former high school calculus teacher&lt;br /&gt;Saw Nightwatch again&lt;br /&gt;Left AJ out alone in the middle of the street in the rain (sorry...)&lt;br /&gt;Won two different stuffed animals at the claw machine at Denny's on Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Getty Villa&lt;br /&gt;Ate a lot of Cadbury Cream Eggs&lt;br /&gt;Contemplated impending death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114211884417619778?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114211884417619778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114211884417619778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114211884417619778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114211884417619778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/list.html' title='List'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114184982716327971</id><published>2006-03-08T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T12:30:27.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>I woke up at noon today. I was up until 2 am last night watching "Next" on MTV and a local "Miss Malibu" pageant on local tv.  Some people that graduated in my grade competed, and lost, and I think it made me just a little happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I must say, my spring break is truly wild and crazay in true tracay form.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114184982716327971?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114184982716327971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114184982716327971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114184982716327971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114184982716327971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114179170209635150</id><published>2006-03-07T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:21:42.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betsey, Ozzy, and Melissa</title><content type='html'>Melissa and I, overcome with boredom, went to Melrose near La Cienega.  We went to Fred Segal, felt out of place, and wound up in Bestey Johnson.  Dumbstruck, we decided to just pop on over to the Camarillo Outlets for more affordable style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving down Sunset we saw Ozzy Osbourne, random.  but cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outlets proved to be no different from the other stores, and pretty much wound up empty handed.  Except for Melissa's newly acquired hoodie, and the newly acquired fat on my stomach and thighs from the peanut buttery fudge parfait.  I'm still hot.  I just can't fit into certain sizes.  But definitely still hot. right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114179170209635150?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114179170209635150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114179170209635150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114179170209635150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114179170209635150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/betsey-ozzy-and-melissa.html' title='Betsey, Ozzy, and Melissa'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114175515744670615</id><published>2006-03-07T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T10:12:37.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The crash</title><content type='html'>It's sunny, and cheery and depressing.  Where did all the rain go?  I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I plan to catch up on all the sleep I've been missing out on since I've been out of school.  My body really needs the rest.  It's just exhausting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost went back to my former place of employment, but I didn't.  I will sometime, but I dunno, I just didn't feel like going in there.  Scary.  If I want to get a reference from my former boss however, I have to go back there, and if I want my dream internship then I have to go back in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still sunny, and I am still sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Chinatown last night, it was good, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114175515744670615?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114175515744670615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114175515744670615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114175515744670615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114175515744670615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/crash.html' title='The crash'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114167213953021222</id><published>2006-03-06T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T11:08:59.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was supposed to rain today.  I see the clouds, but no evidence of rain.  I'm deeply offended and upset.  I want my money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've watched the first season of Grey's Anatomy, and watched the Oscars.  Go spring Break.  I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114167213953021222?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114167213953021222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114167213953021222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114167213953021222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114167213953021222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-was-supposed-to-rain-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114153269641626557</id><published>2006-03-04T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T20:24:56.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>So what did I do today? I went to a photo place to get my film developed and printed.  Ready on Monday, so I'll see if I can scan some in to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submitted a stupid dumb poem to a poetry scam to see if they would take it, and sure enough it's going to be published in a book...interesting.  and so legit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114153269641626557?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114153269641626557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114153269641626557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114153269641626557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114153269641626557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114140782318241018</id><published>2006-03-03T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T09:43:43.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy wild random spring break</title><content type='html'>So, it's officially spring break, and if you thought my posts were boring before, well, now it's going to be even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep. take photos with anyone who will have me.  rollerblade.  contemplate the meaning of life.  not go to my internship.  give off a friendly happy vibe on the exterior, but internally I will be crying teares of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding, I'm not going to rollerblade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first I must work, but then, who knows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114140782318241018?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114140782318241018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114140782318241018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114140782318241018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114140782318241018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/crazy-wild-random-spring-break.html' title='Crazy wild random spring break'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114136552201825518</id><published>2006-03-02T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:58:47.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Passed 8th Grade Science&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgradesciencequiz/passed.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Congratulations, you got 7/8 correct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Could&lt;/a&gt; You Pass 8th Grade Science?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizzes are always great to share, especially when they prove my superior spidey-like intelligence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Melissa's at a hockey game, I am not. I wonder who won...turned on hockey. I know it's the game because the ty pennington look alike is on. it's scary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought I was talking to gerri, but it's not her. what a fucking disappointment. time to go jump off that hypothetical bridge outside my window.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm alone in my messy messy side of the room. wouldn't it be cool if I cleaned my side before she got back? haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fucking midterms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114136552201825518?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114136552201825518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114136552201825518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114136552201825518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114136552201825518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-passed-8th-grade.html' title=''/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114133264757093544</id><published>2006-03-02T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T12:50:47.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the life of Tracay</title><content type='html'>Today is uneventful.  My voice is a couple registers lower, so I am the epitome of masculinity right now.  I got mocha after INBA midterm, so that is sustaining my &lt;em&gt;existenz&lt;/em&gt; (anybody catch this reference?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stats at 3 pm, and I'm laughing at the thought of studying for a test that is curved so that a 60% is a C.  Takes me back to the AP Calc test that I managed to pass.  Yet here I am, taking another math class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa is going to a hockey game, and I'm excited for her, as I know how much she likes all things Canadian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moby is playing right now.  The song he sold out with to car companies and various others.  Good song though.  And the profits he made off of it supposedly went to charity but I just don't if I believe.  I mean, he's a vegan, you know those damn vegans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sunny day.  I heard tell of rain, but it doesn't look gloomy at all, which is sad.  There's a reggae/bizzarre band playing at convo right now.  They're really good and enjoyable for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody reads long posts so I guess I'll just cut this one short and update later when I have more mundane life events to report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114133264757093544?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114133264757093544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114133264757093544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114133264757093544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114133264757093544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-life-of-tracay.html' title='Oh the life of Tracay'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114127331405772263</id><published>2006-03-01T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T20:21:55.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal or no deal?</title><content type='html'>Third post of the day.  Now this is pathetic.  Actually, this is stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching the popular NBC game show "Deal or no Deal?" hosting Howie Mandel, a germaphobe who does not shake hands with anyone on his show.  It's quite addicting if you have time to kill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is one of my more important midterms.  Not grade-wise because I currently have an A, but pride-wise, because this teacher doubts my abilities.  He's constantly questioning my knowledge and ifI read the material.  It's gotten to a point where I'm going above and beyond to get the highest grade on the test, every test.  I will beat him and his fucking system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go study now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114127331405772263?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114127331405772263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114127331405772263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114127331405772263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114127331405772263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/deal-or-no-deal.html' title='Deal or no deal?'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114126214398336649</id><published>2006-03-01T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T17:15:44.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Midterms</title><content type='html'>I assembled a bunch of random quiz results.  Basicall I picked some of the dumbest or random or pointless quizzes I could find and took them.  The results follow.&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/teo592/quiz/dragon.html" target="_new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;A TAN Dragon Lies Beneath!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="My inner dragon color is TAN. Click here to try the Quiz!" src="http://www.abednarz.net/dragons/drtan.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inner dragon is the true draconic magic-user. Deep down I am very wise, somewhat shy, and I have a rather short fuse. But don't worry, tans prefer to spend their time counting their enormous treasure, so pass quietly and you'll stay out of danger. Click the image to try the Inner Dragon Online Quiz for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were A Lion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatanimalwereyouinapastlifequiz/lion.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lethal combination of strength and energy.&lt;br /&gt;You have strong family ties, and close friends are like family to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatanimalwereyouinapastlifequiz/"&gt;What Animal Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Likely a First Born&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/first-born.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your darkest moments, you feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;At work and school, you do best when you're researching.&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, you tend to agree with them often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In friendship, you are considerate and compromising.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal careers are: business, research, counseling, promotion, and speaking.&lt;br /&gt;You will leave your mark on the world with discoveries, new information, and teaching people to dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/"&gt;The Birth Order Predictor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Deep Thinking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/deep-thinking.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't afraid to delve head first into a difficult subject, with mastery as your goal.&lt;br /&gt;You are talented at adapting, motivating others, managing resources, and analyzing risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Theology&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;Foreign language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/"&gt;What Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Who Should Paint You: M.C. Escher&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/mc-escher.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open and raw, you would let your true self show for your portrait.&lt;br /&gt;And even if your painting turned out a bit dark, it would be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/"&gt;What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Pesto Pizza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpizzapersonalityquiz/pesto-pizza.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventurous and hedonistic.&lt;br /&gt;You live for new experiences and tastes&lt;br /&gt;And you're not the type to have your pizza the same way twice&lt;br /&gt;If they can put it on pizza, you're up for trying it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourpizzapersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Pizza Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114126214398336649?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114126214398336649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114126214398336649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114126214398336649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114126214398336649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/03/damn-midterms.html' title='Damn Midterms'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114117776384048298</id><published>2006-02-28T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T18:28:39.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so not loved</title><content type='html'>Since I have nothing new to share, I thought I'd post some quiz results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="4" border="1"  style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24;"&gt;Dick Cheney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24;"&gt;Tracay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffd7d7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;00020&lt;br /&gt;0022&lt;br /&gt;024&lt;br /&gt;26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22;"&gt;Love Level: 26%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.go-quiz.com/loves/loves.php" method="post"&gt;Name 1:&lt;input name="firstname"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 2:&lt;input name="secondname"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Start up the LOVES-o-Meter!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/loves/loves.php"&gt;Loves-O-Meter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="4" border="1"  style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24;color:black;"&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;color:black;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24;color:black;"&gt;Tracay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;color:black;"&gt;00012&lt;br /&gt;0013&lt;br /&gt;014&lt;br /&gt;15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26;color:black;"&gt;Love Level: 15%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so sad...does it make me a bad person for typing this entry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114117776384048298?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114117776384048298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114117776384048298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114117776384048298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114117776384048298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-so-not-loved.html' title='I&apos;m so not loved'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114110465580268978</id><published>2006-02-27T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:30:55.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brain ceases to be.  (monty python anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the first midterm and it was alright.  Won't go into it because I doubt anyone enjoys reading about other peoples' midterms.  Had a nice near death experience at the Lair.  Big sonic boom, lights go out, fire alarms ringing.  It was comforting.  A nice diversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain started to hurt from studying (ironically it was Freud's stream of consciousness that did the trick).  So I thought I would adress my people, my comrades, my fan base, because I feel a close connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining. a lot. end scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114110465580268978?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114110465580268978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114110465580268978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114110465580268978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114110465580268978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-brain-ceases-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114107440713103005</id><published>2006-02-27T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T13:06:47.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procastinating, once again</title><content type='html'>I have a midterm in 3.5 hours.  I have four total this week.  I try and study, but everything else is more appealing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midterms:&lt;br /&gt;HR Management-Monday, 4:25 pm&lt;br /&gt;Psychology-Wednesday, 7:15 pm&lt;br /&gt;International Business-Thursday, 9:25 am&lt;br /&gt;Statistics-Thursday, 3 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a great week, I can already tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I have spring break next week. I like that my spring break happens when it's still technically winter. Crazy Catholics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114107440713103005?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114107440713103005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114107440713103005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114107440713103005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114107440713103005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/02/procastinating-once-again.html' title='Procastinating, once again'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114098278338625965</id><published>2006-02-26T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T11:39:43.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was definitely random.  I'm not sure if I'll list what happened, because as the days go by, lists have become pretty cliche.  oh what the hell, one more time for old time's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;*Planned to go to the LA Zoo and take pictures of bestiality&lt;br /&gt;*Didn't go to Zoo&lt;br /&gt;*Saw fucking Pink Panther&lt;br /&gt;*I was waiting outside a public restroom for billy, when I see a small boy come running out for his father.  Billy shortly followed and I asked him "What did you do to the little boy".  He then explained to me that he heared the little boy leaving his stall and jumped out pretending to be a zombie that was coming to kidnap him.  we had to take alternate root to the car so his father wouldn't kill  billy.&lt;br /&gt;*Made cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;*contemplated meaning of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114098278338625965?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114098278338625965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114098278338625965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114098278338625965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114098278338625965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114080645746141942</id><published>2006-02-24T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T10:40:57.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At work</title><content type='html'>At my internship and it's one of those days where they nothing for me to do.  I answer phones, but even that service isn't needed too often.  So I went through our school's library picked out books I want to check out, after I pay my overdue fees (I think it totals 5 dollars).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexual perversity in Chicago: and The duck variations : two comedies / by David Mamet&lt;br /&gt;The marriage of Bette and Boo / by Christopher Durang&lt;br /&gt;Eight women philosophers : theory, politics, and feminism / Jane Duran&lt;br /&gt;The intellectuals and the flag / Todd Gitlin&lt;br /&gt;Republican women : feminism and conservatism from suffrage through the rise of the new right / Catherine E. Rymph&lt;br /&gt;Law and election politics : the rules of the game / edited by Matthew J. Streb&lt;br /&gt;Love in the Time of Cholera/Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one is by one my favorite authors.  He writes so well and it is just beautiful, but horrifying at the same time.  Anyways, it appears the library has lost its copy.  oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114080645746141942?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114080645746141942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114080645746141942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114080645746141942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114080645746141942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/02/at-work.html' title='At work'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114076357853307496</id><published>2006-02-23T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T22:46:18.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>Let's see...What did I do today.  I'll make a list, people like lists right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Day:&lt;br /&gt;*Woke up (barely)&lt;br /&gt;*Got to class (not as marely, but just barely enough)&lt;br /&gt;*Typed to the point of nausea (whatever it takes to lose weight)&lt;br /&gt;*Managed to make sprinkler system work (miracle of life)&lt;br /&gt;*got cookies&lt;br /&gt;*saw gerray&lt;br /&gt;*was mean to melissa&lt;br /&gt;*didn't see billay&lt;br /&gt;*contemplated the meaning of life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114076357853307496?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114076357853307496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114076357853307496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114076357853307496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114076357853307496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114063890893925544</id><published>2006-02-22T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T17:27:18.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="FrontPage.Editor.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" fptype="dynamicanimation"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- function dynAnimation() {} function clickSwapImg() {} //--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript1.2" src="animate.js" fptype="dynamicanimation"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="document['fpAnimswapImgFP1'].imgRolln=document['fpAnimswapImgFP1'].src;document['fpAnimswapImgFP1'].src=document['fpAnimswapImgFP1'].lowsrc;" onmouseout="document['fpAnimswapImgFP1'].src=document['fpAnimswapImgFP1'].imgRolln" href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="fpAnimswapImgFP1" height="150" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/billy1.jpg" width="200" lowsrc="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/billy2.jpg" border="0" name="fpAnimswapImgFP1" dynamicanimation="fpAnimswapImgFP1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mouseover it, I dare you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope billy doesn't kill me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114063890893925544?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114063890893925544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114063890893925544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114063890893925544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114063890893925544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-more.html' title='One more...'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114063642848610613</id><published>2006-02-22T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T12:44:14.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b82/scarlettpride/day1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my day so far. A test primarily, which I probably failed (stupid flow diagrams), but I'll show you what I learned from the test later on. Mochas make me happy, and I know they'll wind up being the death of me, but so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor keyboard. Ever since the incident with the fruit punch she just hasn't been the same. There's only one letter that I really struggle with using, the "h", so it's alright I suppose. I just hate to see her go through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, onto my little trick. Just put your little mouse arrow over the following picture. EDIT:  Check the post above for my cool trick...Aren't I cool?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114063642848610613?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114063642848610613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114063642848610613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114063642848610613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114063642848610613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-day.html' title='My day'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114057408180744202</id><published>2006-02-21T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T18:08:04.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I just updated, but I'm updating again, because I have a test tomorrow and I don't feel like studying.  So the following are my random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why I made a blog.  I'm not a personal person, and it's practically impossible for me to express myself to anyone nowadays, so the odds of me doing that here are rare.  Nonetheless, here I am, writing to a place that is visible by anyone with the competence to type on a keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Supreme Court&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inevitable is happening, the Supreme Court is making its way into the swamp of abortion.  At the moment its on the outskirts, merely bringing up partial birth abortions and attempting to reinstate a ban on such things from happening.  Whether or not I agree with this challenge to me is a moot point, I see this as the beginning of the end to legal, safe abortions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Major/Minor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was required to participate in a psychology study today as part of my psychology grade, and it was basically a survey of careers of interest.  You simply state if you're interested or not in a range of 160 different careers.  This is a sore subject for me as I'm in a constant state of flux as to what field I am going to pursue after college.  Based on my major it appears that marketing is my chosen field of expertise, which I find ironic as I'm technically a junior and I haven't taken one marketing class yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also takes me back to my failed pursuits.  Namely musician.  I remember the days when music was my passion, and I fondly remember being naive enough to think that will provide sufficient funds to live life decently.  Nobody said anything to my face about it, but mostly everyone was concerned as to what one does with a music degree.  Eventually my passion and drive faded into bitterness and seclusion, and I no longer felt the same way about it.  It is however still in me, and certain phrases of debussy, or preludes of chopin can move me tears, I don't dare release those tears though, that is not my style.  In my dream world I am in Norway listening to/playing Grieg, or in paris studying Chopin.  This isn't the dream world however, this is but the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to other issues, namely what to minor in.  The minor should reflect my true drive and what I would like to focus on, and this is where I am slightly torn.  It is down to Political Science and English.  Political Science for my secret wish to become a political advisor due to a slight addiction to &lt;em&gt;The West Wing&lt;/em&gt;, and an irrational love for Washington D.C.  This idea however, like many things has slightly dissolved due to recent experience in public office.  Interning in a local politicians office I have come to deal with many constituents who simply have no respect for the people who work for them.  They are selfish and rude, and feel that they have every right to yell, harrass, and insult the very people who are helping them.  It is quite depressing to think about and has turned me off to working in that area altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, english.  Why english?  Because I feel that my sense of humor is misunderstood at times, and is entertaining if understood.  Yes, someday I shall write the great American novel.  If that can even exist nowadays.  Nevertheless, I have a pull towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the time...I should probably study some.  Business class of course.  What fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114057408180744202?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114057408180744202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114057408180744202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114057408180744202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114057408180744202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-know-i-just-updated-but-im-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114057204977645250</id><published>2006-02-21T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:34:09.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pros and Cons of Attending a College Sports Event</title><content type='html'>Pros:&lt;br /&gt;*Free stuff (T-shirt, foam red thing, bobble head if patient enough)&lt;br /&gt;*Temporary states of euphoria (only when team is in the lead of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;*Team's inevitable loss&lt;br /&gt;*Counts as a social activity&lt;br /&gt;*Dumb, annoying girls who feel it is a personal attack when the team loses, so, in retaliation they attack the court with other people's water bottles, only to not throw hard enough with the end result being an angry classmen hit in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made my delayed peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114057204977645250?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114057204977645250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114057204977645250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114057204977645250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114057204977645250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/02/pros-and-cons-of-attending-college.html' title='Pros and Cons of Attending a College Sports Event'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114049400154060081</id><published>2006-02-20T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:53:21.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And now, some quotes</title><content type='html'>A nice little compilation of the best melissa-tracy quotes ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy: Everything is dying.&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: Isn't it beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;Tracy: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: I don't know what's more wrong, that your impersonation of her is that she's a cutter, or that you're making fun of cutters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy: (cough)&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: Bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa+Tracy: I LOVE THIS SONG!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114049400154060081?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114049400154060081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114049400154060081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114049400154060081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114049400154060081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-now-some-quotes.html' title='And now, some quotes'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114046812259451478</id><published>2006-02-20T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T12:42:02.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a weekend.  Home alone, so paranoia just increases by the hundreds, so that was fun.  I won't go into detail how bad it got, but let's just say that billy came over and gave me his samurai sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went wandering through westwood yesterday because aj and billy needed they're crazay slide film.  Saw the mighty bobas, and they look kinda scary, but you're still cool aj, and I shall not judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on the beach today and took pictures with billy.  He with his color film, and me with my nice black and white film.  We'll see how they turn out, but I must find a place to get them developed.  Which will be far too expensive, but oh well.  I shall try anyway.  Anyone reading have suggestions?  All two of you? including myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114046812259451478?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114046812259451478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114046812259451478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114046812259451478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114046812259451478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114029530817762304</id><published>2006-02-18T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T12:41:48.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Howdy. at lmu, waiting to go wait for the game to start.  the signs are confusing, more arrows are definitely needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was good.  I slept in, then went to Nightwatch, a Russian vampire movie with billay.  It was awesome, I highly recommend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went over to billy's and played fusion frenzy with him and aj.  aj and his exploding sac of spiders.  Very entertaining.  let's just say, Samson reigns supreme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114029530817762304?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114029530817762304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114029530817762304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114029530817762304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114029530817762304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/02/howdy.html' title=''/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114013745494849199</id><published>2006-02-16T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T16:50:54.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lacrosse Players are currently having an orgy on the field outside my window.  I patiently watch and listen for the chaotic eruption to insue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114013745494849199?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114013745494849199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114013745494849199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114013745494849199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114013745494849199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/02/lacrosse-players-are-currently-having.html' title=''/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114013739053414502</id><published>2006-02-16T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T16:49:50.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired. My life force has been taken by work and class. Must flee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a four day weekend now.  That's good.  Gonna go to the basketball game on saturday vs gonzaga, it's gonna be on abc, so watch and find me.  If I even get a seat.  If not, then I'll go get donuts instead.  that's a good substitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of working for free.  Must do something about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really quiet and I hope it rains, if not, then I'll get more donuts.  Since the two are inverses of each other.  Rain? No donuts.  No rain? donuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I sleep.  whilst driving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114013739053414502?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114013739053414502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114013739053414502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114013739053414502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114013739053414502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-114003195489812096</id><published>2006-02-15T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T11:32:48.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very valentines blog</title><content type='html'>Just because I feel so connected with my audience base, I'll let you know what I did yesterday for valentines day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with: Billy (my mate of almost 4 years, in case you don't know me at all...)&lt;br /&gt;Where: We started the enchanted eveing at my favorite eating establishment, Del Taco.  Then we frollicked down Lincoln Blvd over to third street in Santa Monica to catch some fine cinema.  We settled on Tristram Shandy playing at the theatre on 2nd street.&lt;br /&gt;What: I got Grey's Anatomy first season. hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I promised you all I would tell you my valentine card I got him, and I will.  It was a big pink bug on the front, and on the inside it said "Daughter, you are such a sweet little lady!  Happy Valentines Day!".  Now now, I know what you're thinking, and do not worry my companions, I crossed out Daughter and put Billy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. the perfect day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-114003195489812096?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/114003195489812096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=114003195489812096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114003195489812096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/114003195489812096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/02/very-valentines-blog.html' title='A Very valentines blog'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-113996301238330168</id><published>2006-02-14T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:23:32.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dialogue</title><content type='html'>Scene: Walking, parking structure, run in with melissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: Hi, why are you smiling?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No reason.  What, can't I smile?&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: No, it scares me when you smile.&lt;br /&gt;end scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-113996301238330168?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/113996301238330168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=113996301238330168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/113996301238330168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/113996301238330168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/02/dialogue.html' title='A dialogue'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-113993575136758854</id><published>2006-02-14T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T08:49:11.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it's Valentines Day.  And what a joyous and pure holiday it is.  I Can't think of anything more nausiating then a holiday dependent on soft fluffy bears holding giant hearts that say "I love you".  Yet, I got someone a valentines card.  it's brilliant though, I'll post it later, but it is brilliant.  Anyway, I just don't like the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I won't go into bad poetry.  That's all blogs are for, bad poetry.  I'll try not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be a bad day, I can already tell.  I've gotten myself into a corner where I have to do stats homework at work.  The whole things a joke, this guy checks the homework, marks it down that we did it, yet it doesn't count towards our grade.  He scares me, he's a very angry man.  I think if I don't do it, he'll stab me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-113993575136758854?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/113993575136758854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=113993575136758854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/113993575136758854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/113993575136758854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-its-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-113989051003137733</id><published>2006-02-13T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T20:15:10.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best thing ever.</title><content type='html'>the question what's the best thing about college comes up at social gatherings around people not my age, and when I come back and prosper over the summer and run into younger people who just want to get out of high school.  I now have the answer, Diddy Riese cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going soon and cannot wait to satiate my cookie quota.  Cookies are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope nobody will ever ask me again. cookies.  hope melissa and I don't crash on the 405.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-113989051003137733?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/113989051003137733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=113989051003137733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/113989051003137733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/113989051003137733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/02/best-thing-ever.html' title='Best thing ever.'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-113988877385752808</id><published>2006-02-13T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:46:13.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An ode to valentine's day</title><content type='html'>To honor valentines' eve I'm going to recount a conversation I had with billy today.&lt;br /&gt;Scene: 6 pm on a break from HR management class&lt;br /&gt;(on cell phone)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey what's up?&lt;br /&gt;Billy: Not much...what do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't know, I was just wondering what we're gonna do tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Billy: I don't know, I have class until like 5 pm, so I guess nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, ask what chris what he and hannah are doing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Chris (in background): I dunno...nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Billy: Yeah, we get out of class at 3pm, or is it 2pm?&lt;br /&gt;Chris (in background): FUCK TOMORROW'S VALENTINES DAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Billy:  Yeah, I'll hang out with you tomorrow after class...&lt;br /&gt;End scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love this holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-113988877385752808?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/113988877385752808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=113988877385752808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/113988877385752808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/113988877385752808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/02/ode-to-valentines-day.html' title='An ode to valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-113952921653346543</id><published>2006-02-09T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:53:36.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surveys are fun, and they take up space</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The What-If Game&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is the longest word you know?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;antidisestablishmentarianism &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is the capital of the Czech Republic?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dunno, I'm such a dumb ass &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What would you rescue if your house burned down?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;A del taco cheese quesadilla &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What makes you cry?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;A child's joy &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What makes you smile?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;a child's tears &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What did you think of Harold and Kumar Go to Whitecastle?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;as a vegetarian, I didn't understand the appeal of a burger &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What would you think of kissing someone of the opposite sex?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;it depends on the status of their herpes outbreak &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What makes the world go round?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;money &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is your favorite song?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;money &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What would you do for a Klondike bar?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;money? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is the name of the 15th President of the United States?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Polk? I think it's polk, do you give me the answer? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you daydream about?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Polk &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What does exacerbate mean?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;exhaust &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is your favorite thing in the whole world?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;money &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you won a million dollars, what would you do with it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I would buy 20 llamas &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If Myspace shut down, how would you feel?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;free &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you could be any animal, you would be...:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;llama &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you could teleport, where would you go?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I'd go live with sebastian under the sea, but due to a lack of gills the fantasy would only last a few minutes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If corn really did have ears...:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I would eat more corn &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If California dropped off into the ocean tomorrow...:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I'd be able to live with sebastian for eternity. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you were stuck on an island with one person, who would it be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;a corn with ears &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If Elvis came back to life...:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I would ask him how and bring back to life someone I care about &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If George Bush ran another term in office...:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I would show him the constitution with pictures and explain that it doesn't work that way. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you could see anyone, right at this moment, who would you want to see?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;the keebler elf &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you could know when you would die, would you want to?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you were the king of the forest...:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;whee! I'm king of the forest! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you only had a week left to live, what would you do?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I would look into this teleporting business &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you could speak any other language, what would it be and why?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;carpet &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a title="The What-If Game" href="http://www.bzoink.com/S47536/The_What-If_Game.html"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Bzoink Surveys" href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been totally &lt;a title="Bzoink" href="http://www.bzoink.com"&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-113952921653346543?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/113952921653346543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=113952921653346543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/113952921653346543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/113952921653346543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/02/surveys-are-fun-and-they-take-up-space.html' title='Surveys are fun, and they take up space'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22213892.post-113951972959008320</id><published>2006-02-09T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T13:15:29.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fun look at anorexia</title><content type='html'>I find it interesting the continuing irony of hollywood and the media.  The battle between stick thin and razor sharp thin has escalated as of late, and the media has no qualms encouraging it.  Certain actress turned singer turned pipe cleaner recently hit a runway for charity showing off her latest drop in pounds and the abundance of bones she has to offer.  Enough to induce vommiting across America for sure.  Just then, I'm scoping out people.com, lauding her for looking smoking hot.  At least they got the smoking part right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22213892-113951972959008320?l=tracay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/feeds/113951972959008320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22213892&amp;postID=113951972959008320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/113951972959008320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22213892/posts/default/113951972959008320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracay.blogspot.com/2006/02/fun-look-at-anorexia.html' title='The fun look at anorexia'/><author><name>tracay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858651761588192822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
